Nackal Duda
The True Helper Angel

I thought Tari would just shut up without asking anything. I think he will obey as usual. But seeing him ask me what I did made me wonder, where did his courage come from?

"Om doing this because there's Mama Tara? What do you want to prove?" ask her with sad eyes.

Yeah, look sad eyes. And I don't want to see it.

Then those sad eyes began to shed tears. I'm confused how.

I have not faced a crying woman once. Some of my dating partners even cry to get my attention and ask them out again.

It's different.

In her tears and eyes there was a deep disappointment.

"I.." had worried between being honest or lying, but I finally chose to be honest. "Yes. I wanted to show the same to the two who betrayed me. Wh why? Can't you?"

Dance wiped her tears and put on a smile. A fake smile that is so forced that it looks too obvious.

"It's okay, Om. Excuse me. The dance was shocked. Dance in first, Om. I want to cook for dinner!" Dance and go inside the house.

Why should he play that way? Angry because I used him? Why should I be angry? He should have known the consequences of marrying me!

Don't expect love from Duda Nackal like me. Expect pleasure, like any other woman who adores me so much that I want to touch!

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Utari

The dance... Can't cry!

Dance is stronger!

Dance can do it!

It's better here than being sold to pimps!

Just got married and my ordeal is still long... Astarghfirullah...

Honestly, married to Om Agas has been a dream dance since long ago. Om Agas handsome, especially when out of his unique car.

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Flashbacks

I like to watch Om Agas from behind the soto stall I work at. How Om Agas looks so cool when getting out of the car, especially if you wear sunglasses. Artist mah through his handsome.

Every time there is a soto order from Om Agas showroom, I always volunteered to drive him. The reason is of course to see Om Agas from a close distance.

I like to pay attention to Om Agas when offering cars to buyers. Sometimes, he intervenes if Mbak Cici and his friends are busy.

How to talk Om Agas and how to explain it is very experienced and visible once the knowledge he has about automotive. Naturally his showroom is always crowded.

Om Agas is handsome. Guanteng really use. Ah if my cellphone is not blurry and full of memory, I have photographed it and I will look at his face before going to bed!

No problem, there are no photos but I always imagine his face before going to bed. Hope in my dream there is Om Agas, yes want to be what cake in my dream as long as there is Om Agas must be beautiful.

I adore his handsome appearance. Look at his firm eyes. His eyebrows are thick and sometimes sexy face if not yet shaved.

It's not just me who likes it. Sales people like to talk about it when they are eating soto. I deliberately eavesdropped to know more information.

"Sir rarely comes! Is it because of Cici again exams so it rarely comes?" mama Farah.

"What does this have to do with Cici ? Doi has a lot of showrooms, it's natural that you don't come here and take care of another showroom!" sahut Mbak Yani's.

"You know how close Cici is to Om Agas! They think they have something to do with it." replied Mbak Farrah.

"Yes anyway. I also like to see Cici in Mr. Agas' room for a long time. I don't know if they're doing anything because the door is closed!" mbak Fitrah the queen of gossip.

Oh so Om Agas close to Mbak Cici anyway? How close? I became curious.

The answer to my question I did not get for long. When I drove soto, I accidentally saw Om Agas wink one eye at Mbak Cici.

Out of curiosity I also peeked out of the small hole that was not covered by a glass sticker. I almost dropped the tray I was holding because I was surprised by what they were doing.

This crazy thing anyway. Why would Madam Cici want to suck Om Agas's? And why does Om Agas enjoy it so much? Is Om Agas a person like that?

I still can't believe it. I took my butut HP and I took a photo. Disappointed with the results are opaque but already, what could this old output HP?

I returned to the soto stall disappointed. The man of my dreams was not as good as the prince I had imagined.

My frustration grew, it turned out that my father came home today. Usually, I am rarely home. Want to come home especially?

"This house is going to sell!" threatening Father.

Selling? Mother's house wants you to sell?

"Can't! This house has Mother Dance, sir!" my opponent.

Plakkc...

A slap on my face. Sore and feels hot.

"Eh a collecting boy! This is my wife's house! I want to sell it's none of your business!" snapped Father.

"What did you sell it for? Where will we live?" I asked while wiping away the tears dripping down my cheeks.

"Make debt payable! Where do you want Bodo to live? I thought!" reply Father.

"Let's give you money to pay off debt! Salary money Dance already Dance love!" my answer.

"Lo think the five hundred thousand money that you love every month can cover my debt for 200 million?"

"But-"

"Lo pay off my 200 million new debt my house is loose!"

Oh my God.. 200 million? Money where?

You only go home if you ask for money and then go again. The threat will not be fooling around.

I didn't go to work the next day. Most thoughts make me feverish, especially the former slap Father yesterday felt pain in my face.

I felt like there was a miracle when I got a message from sms that I got the prize money and could trade it at the nearest minimarket.

Wearing my old flip-flops I walked towards the nearest minimarket. I queued until the buyer was empty and left me with the cashier.

I relayed my point and asked him to transact with the number I got from the text message. The cashier refused it.

I was persuaded and angry that He would not do what I wanted. He said it was a scam. Our debate was heard by Om Agas.

He said it was a scam and took me to his office with ice cream to share with his employees. Very nice of him as boss.

He bought me some hot medicine and bread and biscuits for me. I feel that if the minimarket was not an opportunity then this is my chance.

I ended up threatening him with the evidence I had. Before I take out the evidence, I offer my offer to do what Ms. Cici did.

Instead of being daunted by my threat, Om Agas laughed and said that what was done by him and Mbak Cici on the basis of liking. He's not afraid of my threats either.

I'm desperate and Om Agas won't help me. I should what?

I came out of Om Agas' room in vain.

However, only Om Agas is a rich man and a lot of money I know. What if you keep selling the only Mother's house? Where do I live later?

In my desperation, I again saw the behavior of Om Agas and Ms. Cici in the bathroom of his office. Wow it's getting crazy! As I was about to protest, I was coded by a father who told me to be quiet.

After Om Agas went into the bathroom, the gentlemen told me to go into the room Om Agas. This is my true angel of help.

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