My Maid, Lara!
A.H.W.
One week has passed.
The time is still the same, The shiny shoots of leaves remain that way, though, exposed to dew in the morning and exposed to sunlight at noon so that everything goes according to the provisions that have been destined by the Universe Regulator.
Lara pulled some straps to replace the handles on the broken plastic basket. Which is often used as a container for collecting fruit
and brought to the temporary storage warehouse.
Lara pulled the rope that was stuck in something strongly and....
Bree! The rope broke and Lara fell backward.
Throwing something hard behind him. His back hurt when he hit a line of sacks containing Melinjo Seeds that are still wrapped in a hard shell.
His hand scratched the side door made of thick iron sharp.
Lara grimaced in pain looking at the blood from her wrathful arms, It was painful and hot. Tears trickled. Why is his fate so bad? Living poor in his village, he went to the city harassed and raped repeatedly. And now Always hated and slandered by her own Mother Foreman, even a single rope can wound her hand with blood! Is so weak himself that is often overwritten by this misfortune. Is this a portrait of her helplessness as a despicable woman whose chastity and self-esteem have been taken away with a penance?
Lara cried as much as she could in that neatly arranged sack. And Lara hoped the sack wouldn't hit her again. And add to his long list of sorrows in the misfortunes that continue to afflict him.
She still has a mother whom she misses so much. A glimmer of hope was always in his heart.
"Can I help you Miss?" A voice from the direction of the entrance shocked him.
The man thought to be 35 years old, tall and sweet-faced.
With a sports stellan that is white with a variety of green it is very harmonious in this sunny morning. The man looked gallant and fresh with a sympathetic smile approaching towards Lara.
And with a worried face looked at Lara's bloody hands and was stunned when she saw the face of the girl with her crying face that looked hurt.
Beautiful and sad.
Such are the views and impressions that arise in the mind of the adult man when he sees Lara.
"Your hand is hurt" he said slowly. Lara just stood still and looked back down deeply, her eyes lit up with clear water like glass grains that broke in tiny, rounded particles rolling off her smooth cheeks.
"You're one of the workers?" He looked at Lara's clothes, which this time wore a loose, short-sleeved plain canal in pink, with thick blackened straight long hair tied together with a pink rubber band. His very simple appearance looked natural and natural it was very attractive to his heart.
Lara looked at the man in front of her with her nose reddened with tears.
"Yes sir,"The answer was quietly almost inaudible.
The man extending his hand was greeted doubtfully by Lara.
" Aswin Halim Winata,"Said briefly. Lara quickly wiped her face with her palm then nodded slowly. He knew Mr. Aswin was a very large plantation owner and entrepreneur of traditional food products that are very well known to many people.
Lara just met him this time.
Lara thought Mr. Aswin was an old man. He is a charismatic young man.
"I,Lara Dusk! One of the picker workers and still new here, Pak," he said softly with his head down staring at his beautiful feet on his white flip-flops.
"Go rest in your room, you look pale and exhausted" suggested Mr. Aswin understandingly.
Lara shook her head slowly She did not want to be scolded and snapped as a slacker by her fierce foreman.
"Ma'af, Sir! Lara was afraid that she would be scolded by Bu Loudy, "His weakness was worried.
The man smiled at Lara's fear. He knew his foreman named Loudy was indeed worthy of fear, Galak and fierce in eradicating the laziness of the workers who play.
That's an order from him. And Loudy was an officer who was very obedient to his orders.
Aswins! He is a calm, yet comforting type of man.
There were many mysteries stored within each of his gentle smiles.
Aswin who is actually an ambitious man in his job and profession and an adventurer of love, is still at home single at the age of 36 Years.
Aswin looked at Lara and tried to melt Lara's fear towards Mandor Loudy." Go, I'll tell Mother Loudy later, "Say again gently.
Looking into the bead of Lara's eyes that shone a clear light, like there's a diamond in it.
Almost all parts of the country on earth he had visited, but this time he saw the woman frightened and injured Aswin felt moved to provide protection. Who knows for whose sake. He did not understand that clearly Aswin wanted the girl to feel comfortable.
It is not just about her beauty and lust as a normal man who wants something from a woman. But there was a red thread that pushed him to help the seemingly very poor and distressed girl.
Aswin stared at the tiny back of the girl who was walking towards the stone stone stone woman mess between the cement in the vast field as a place of drying and transportation of tools and materials to make Empingnya production of National-scale sales even to some neighboring countries that open restaurants with traditional/modern food labels with typical Indonesian dishes.
Aswin is a reflection of the soul that looks calm and calculating in every decision in his life.And now he began to think about a plan that will be drawn up on the next day. But everything about Aswun is a mystery. Behind his polite behavior there is something terrible and unknown to people.
Her relaxed path and charming sweet smile. There was a strange glint sweetened by her brown eyes.Her phone was ringing loudly
he picked up his phone and silently listened to the conversation from across.
"yes, keep watching and make him suffer as soon as possible" he said briefly while covering the phone with a cold and cruel face.
The man who owned several very large plantations was stepping slowly down the road beside the warehouse and headed to a room behind the warehouse that looked like an ancient room with blackened ancient wooden cabinets decorated with old glass. with a mirror gone mad.
Aswin stood in front of a mirror that reflected the image of a round face like a pumpkin, with square eyes.
his mouth was notched forming a figure eight with both hands curved crooked.
Aswin laughed amusedly at the reflection of his own reflection in the old mirror.
"Life is like an old mirror, Sometimes the ugly reflection is not like the original, and on the contrary the good appearance is not reflected in the true nature
And that's what happened to him.
He wrapped all his evil and vengeance with kindness and a sweet smile that contained a deadly poison.
" Mainly you! Zachary Hasril! You will suffer behind your prideful nature.I will make sure you do not want to live again after what I did this time, "Say with a furious hissing.