NAURA'S SECRET BEHIND THE PRISON BARS
There's No Enlightenment yet

Maaas! Ms. Affandiiii.....!!!"

Affandi was shocked, behind him a girl was running while shouting to call his name.

Lyoras. Her daughter is Ayuni, her sister Naura.

"Yes...waituuu...!!!"

Affandi who was careless heard the cry of Lyora when the distance between them was only a few meters. Immediately raised her index finger towards her lips so that Lyora was silent not shouting.

But the teenage girl actually laughed spoiled while running across her hug.

Affandi jumped in shock, then took a few steps back.

"Mas from the city? What's up here? Must have brought your own vehicle. Yes khan? Lyora's coming, huh? Pleaseee....!!!"

Affandi looked at the face of the snot girl in front of him. Beautiful actually.

No need to dress up with menor and powder thickpun actually Naura is very beautiful. It was even strange to see the 15-year-old girl dress up too much.

"Mas!"

"Yes, sister! Sorry. I can't bring my sister along. Sorry huh?!?"

"Ish, um! I can get off koq at the Kampung Rambutan terminal. Because from there I can take public transportation to our house in Housing XXX."

"Your house? Does that mean you have a house in town?" ask Affandi to pretend to be relaxed.

"Yes! My father is the man in this village. He's a lot of money! Of course, you can buy a good house in Jakarta!"

"Where is Lyora? Central Jakarta? Or East Jakarta? You see XXX housing is in both areas." Ask Affandi again. This time a little sweeter, in order to pry further details.

"East Jakarta!"

"Near aunt Naura's house?"

"Mmmmm..... Not too close! That aunt Naura's home is about a few kilometers away from my housing!"

"Lyora means frequent to Naura's aunt?"

"Cu just....mmmmmh...just one time! Ah already! Would you like to take Lyora with you?"

"Lyora ask her mother! Later if you do not get permission, you are thought to bring Lyora escape!"

"Hhhh.... Too complicated! Don't worry, mas! I often go back and forth Jakarta-Cilacap. So you don't need that too!"

"Who is the house in Jakarta?"

"Kemal's Bag!"

"Who's Kemal's bag?"

"My mother is! Papa's first child!"

Affandi squinted his eyes. Trying to investigate Lyora about her words.

"Mas who occupy a house in Jakarta. Actually it was Kemal's mass house from his late mother's house. My mother khan papa's wife who is to.... mmmm..... how many yes? Forgetting. Hehehe...! Understand, my father married a dowry!"

Affandi smiled faintly. Responding to Lyora's joke that was actually disrespectful. But, Affan understood the slang of teenagers. Who is very indifferent when characterizing the disgrace of his own family.

"So yeah, I'm in the mas?"

"The complete address of her house where is Lyora?"

"On the housing XXX kapling Diamond number 79, mas! Masa' masa don't know the housing? Khan can follow the goggle map?"

"Sorry Lyora! I can't take you! House in South Jakarta. Away from Lyora's place and this mas must go back to Cirebon first, because there's still work!"

Affandi deliberately circled around looking for excuses. Certainly lying.

Importantly, he had already found a new clue. Datuk Irhamsyah's home address in Jakarta. This is a very good clue to his investigation.

"So right now I don't want to go to Jakarta?"

Lyora looks upset with Affandi's words. He had imagined sitting sweetly accompany the journey home handsome man who was well established beside him to Jakarta.

I don't know why it is. Lyora prefers men of adult age. Handsome and well-established, is his dream. Even though he was 15 years old.

Usually, Lyora age teenagers prefer men of cool and sweet responsibility than adult men of Affandi's age. Tspi is different from Lyora.

Affandi returned to Jakarta after briefly covering a mosque on the side of the highway to perform his Maghrib prayers.

With a variety of thoughts, he still needs to do a lot of investigation again in dealing with the Naura case.

...............

Brak!!!

Naura was shocked when Miss Rambut Mie suddenly kicked the ceramic floor not far from her head.

His new sleep a quarter of an hour was disturbed due to the actions of his cellmate who was rather sentimental.

Apparently he had finished his daily duties as a chef in a prisoner's public kitchen.

There is indeed a picket schedule for each of them to help the public kitchen. As is school. There is a schedule every week.

Naura turned her body back towards the wall. No flinching and no heed for Miss Hair Noodle. He was stupid, didn't want to make a fuss.

"Pelac*r is still a prostitute*r! I have no shame and no self-knowledge! Insinuated, insulted though still a fool!"

Naura listened to Miss Hair Mie's words carefully. The longer the sharper the tongue of the noodle hair for him.

It turns out he can't just shut it down. Though yesterday the lady had gotten a crushing blow from Naura. But still the woman seemed to deliberately provoke his emotions.

"Miss! Who do you mean prostitution*r?" Naura got up and asked Warni, the real name of the noodle hair lady.

"Just feel it!"

"I don't feel!"

"Well, if you don't feel it, don't take it personally!"

"But in this room right now it's just you and me!"

"Hohoho... Are you offended?"

"certain. Because you've been saying that since yesterday as if you're insinuating me!"

"Pelac*r is apparently insinuated!"

Plaque.

Naura is out of control. She slapped the fake hair lady with her superpowers. And finally there was a great fight between the two. They're fighting great on the floor. Hit each other and pull hair. Also yelling at each other loudly makes a noise.

The apes again at such a time the warden's head came with the three other cellmates. They broke up and separated the two.

Miss Hair Noodle was hurt pretty badly. His face was scratched by Naura. Also his body, did not escape the raw bogem gebogan himself.

Naura was hurt by her lips. Tear wounds on nails, miss hair noodles. Although his long hair had become a toy pull the opponent.

"You guys.... It can make a frenzy when others are busy devoting themselves to doing good!!!!!"

The female warden then took Naura out of the room violently.

"You!!! The new occupants still under investigation dare the storm disturb the old inhabitants! You must get punished!!!"

Naura just stared at the faces of her colleagues with a cynical and apathetic look. They smile with a smile. As if I feel winning.

That night Naura had to sleep on a WC sitting in a dull bathroom measuring 2x2 meters, in another room. The smell of the discharge makes him nauseous and had vomited several times.

It turns out this is how life is imprisoned if it can not adapt as he was in association.

Naura used to watch movies on the big screen about the sorrow of living in prison. Unexpectedly now he must feel for himself all that with real and not a dream.

The tears of sorrow again controlled his soul that was increasingly tidying up.

...........SERIATE............