MUST BE A DEPOSIT
EPS 4 IS STUCK

"Know son, there are four conditions for women to enter heaven. The first, keep the prayer. Both fast in the month of Ramadan. The third is his honor. The fourth was obedient to her husband. If a woman has done all that, then she has the right to enter heaven through any door.

Later there, the woman who died in the state of her husband Ridho to him. He will be the queen of heaven.

And again...

In the end, there will be no jealousy. Envy, or any other prejudice," said Alma softly.

Syma who heard it was quite stunned. His mind was screaming.

"If only Jidah knew that everything had been done well. It was my husband who created hell for me. Still can I expect that paradise, Ya Robb?"

*****

Syma released the apron that was still attached to her body. Then throw himself in the chair where the cafe employees rest.

When alone like this, Syma always remembers her son. Again her tears flowed. I don't know when he'll meet Zea. Syma is aware that her salary is far from enough to hire a lawyer. Not to mention he had to pay the rent of the contract he was currently in.

He had to find money in another way.

"Hey, why don't you eat?"

The voice of Mia who also worked as a waitress in the cafe was breaking Syma's daydream.

"Hay Mia, I'm not hungry yet" said Syma in a weak tone.

Mia narrowed her eyes looking at Syma with great care. "Do you have a problem?" tanya Mia turned to sit next to Syma.

"Yes, I need extra work. I need a lot of money."

"Oh so ....

I didn't know if this could help you or not. But ...

If you want, come with me tonight. My friend has a big club in town. You can work for him at night until morning."

"Clabs? what do you mean the night's entertainment venue?"

Mia nodded. "Yes, but relax, the place is pretty classy. Not just anyone can get in there. Many rich men who needed entertainment came to the place. Tips from them are pretty good. You just need to clean the toilet and also the visitors' vomit."

Syma thought for a moment. The offer from Mia did not seem good. That place is a place that is often said by Alma as a place of worship that should be avoided. But Syma also thought that if she only worked as a Cleaning Service, it might not matter.

****

Syma had arrived at the place meant by Mia. her appearance was still wearing a hijab, making many people there look at her in wonder. Why does a woman seem to be in such a place?

"Hey Syma, you been waiting for me?" said Mia who had just arrived and approached Syma. His appearance has changed as well. Sexy clothes by showing the curves of his body. And short hair that looks tempting.

"Not really."

"Alright let's meet my friend," said Mia directly invite Syma into there.

Mia led Syma as she walked in a daze. While Syma only looked down embarrassed when many pairs of eyes looked at her.

"Hay Mia" said Chito, hugging Mia and pinching her butt. Treating it made Syma surprised. Is Mia used to being like this? thought.

Then Chito's gaze turned towards Syma who was still staring at them in surprise. "Who are you carrying this Mia?" tanya Chito looked at Syma with great admiration. Syma's pretty face seemed to shine among the flickering lights there.

"This is my friend Syma. He wants to work as a cleaning service here. He needs a lot of Chito's money, you want to help him, right?" mia said with a strange look.Once in a while her eyebrows went up and down as if giving a gesture to Chito.

"Sure, I'll help her. Come with me."

Mia immediately signals Syma to follow Chito. While he himself sat at the bar table to meet other friends.

"Come in" said Chito, opening the door and telling him to enter the special room.

Syma went in there in confusion. Then Syma had heard Chito's conversation with a middle-aged woman to make up for him.

"Why should I dress up? am I not just going to be a servant?"

"Ck, don't ask too many questions. You better think if you want to survive," said Chito who changed his tone and immediately locked the door from the outside.

Syma approaches the door and yells for Chito to open the door for her. But the middle-aged woman who saw Syma's behavior immediately approached Syma and injected drugs into her. Such a thing he used to do when there were rebellious like Syma now.

"Huh, it's always like this. Troublesome!" said the woman when she saw Syma was unconscious due to her dope.

*****

Syma opened her eyes. His head still feels dizzy. Slowly, Syma sat down holding her head.

Syma was stunned when she realized that her clothes had changed. So minimal, almost showed his entire body. He immediately stood up and looked at the mirror. It was not just his clothes that changed. But also his face that had been so dazzlingly. The hijab that is usually attached to his head has also been removed.

"Who did this? where's my outfit? This Abaghfirullah.it doesn't even deserve to be called an outfit."

Syma rushed to look for the whereabouts of her clothes. But there's nothing there. There is only a dresser and a bed. His eyes turned to look at the thick blanket that was there, then immediately covered his entire body with the blanket.

Syma walked towards the door, hoping that no one would lock her up. Unfortunately, the door was locked. Syma screamed for help. I hope whoever is outside opens the door for him. And not long after that, the door handle moved. Syma took a few steps back to let someone in.

When the door opens. A man stood straight in front of him. Highlight his sharp eyes looked at Syma in surprise. Although Syma's face had been soaked by her tears. But still does not reduce the level of beauty in the slightest. Especially seeing her beautiful hair. So that the man was glued to him long enough to look at him.

"Why did you cover your body with a blanket?" said the man opening his voice while closing the door slowly.

"I'm-I'm a dress that doesn't deserve to be seen" Syma said with a tremble.

This made him even more confused. What's wrong with this woman? inappropriate? isn't this woman like her even many who suddenly don't dress at all. Or has he got the wrong room?

Then Syma's voice suddenly blew away all her thoughts.

"Master. Help me, I think I'm being framed. Can you get me out of here, please."

to be continue.....

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