Love Coiled Stains
I'm sorry

"How can I believe that you will be responsible. I clearly don't recognize who you really are" Santi again asked for certainty.

Arga stood up and took the suit and gave a business card with the address of his company so that Santi could easily meet him to hold him accountable.

"This is my office address" said Arga.

"Here's your phone" Santi pulled out his phone and gave it to Arga. Arga quickly presses the phone number button so that Santi can save her to hold her accountable.

"That's my cell phone number. I'll take my family to see his family later. Send her address to that number" Arga said in a flat voice.

"Rea woke up" Santi woke me up. I saw the water he was carrying and it was splashing towards me.

I was shocked, and opened my eyes. I looked around and saw Santi and two men I didn't know.

"Where am I?" I said I was holding my head still dizzy. There was pain and pain in the lower part of my stomach.

"Ssss...much...." I grimaced in pain. And I saw it in the part of my body that was covered. How shocked I was to find that not a single thread covered this innocent body.

"Where are my clothes?" I searched all the way in the room. I saw my clothes on the floor.

"Get out of you" I said ashamed of the two strangers. It's a shame to be innocent like this. Don't be plain to see by a man who isn't my mahram not wearing a hijab I'm ashamed of. Because this beautiful crown hair is an aurat that must be covered.

I held my head back trying to remember what happened. I stared lazily at Santi and immediately hugged him. My tears broke again as I recalled what happened to this dirty me.

Santi did not answer He just pointed towards Arga. The crying broke back. Seeing that Dimas went straight out. There was no point in watching this drama anymore. His thinking.

"Why?" I said softly with a lethargic look towards the man.

Arga came near me. His heart immediately pity to see me in a state of despair.

"I'm sorry" With a pityful look.

"I've got the wrong guy. Even so, I will be responsible. I'll meet your family" replied the man steadily.

I just looked down hard to remember the painful event. Not responding a bit said the stranger.

"I gave my address and number to your friend. I will come with my family to ask you" said the man again. Really a responsible man. Although he does not love me, he wants to take responsibility for what he has done to me. That's what both parents taught me.

"As a man, you have to take great or little responsibility for the problems you have to face. Don't run away from reality." The word of advice is what my father always gives.

And now, he had to take responsibility for what just happened.

I tried to get up and pick up my clothes. Still covered, I tried to walk to the bathroom.