Nyctophile
Main Reason

Not only because my ego wanted to work in Jakarta, I left my home and my parents in Surabaya had a very very logical reason, I wanted to escape as far as Areska Bagaskara.

After graduation, I returned to my parents' house, to Surabaya of course, after my great wounds because Zafran and Ruhi who made me sick instead of playing with heartbreak, I met the man, the one I thought would be the new friend that would guide me, the three months we've known each other, I knew she would soon marry a woman of her parents' choice, Aisyah.

Aisyah is an ustadzah, all my grievances, I told her, about me who was devastated by the disappointment of my first love, from Aisyah, I learned a lot, I learned a lot, until I really loved the dark, at that time I began to rise up looking for work and busied myself, until the end I met Areska Bagaskara, a well-mannered man who always looked at Aisyah lovingly, I also want to be Aisyah, of course, not with Areska.

Another week they were getting married, I was busy helping Aisyah to prepare for her wedding, I was happy, until I arrived one night, I met Areska, I met Areska, he asked me to come to take their wedding dress which should have been sent directly to Aisyah's house but instead sent to Areska's house, I agreed to come, my intention was good, my intention was good, but my fate is not good.

"Bang Ares, Za is already at the gate." I ordered via WhatsApp.

"Yes a minute."

Then Areska opened the gate and brought me into the house, a house I did not know that there was no human in it but Ares and me.

The smell of alcohol filling my sense of smell, my instincts resisting, I keep thinking if Ares is a good man, it turns out I don't know him well.

Ares forced me, pulled me into his room, he made out and touched what should have been forbidden, I didn't twitch, but all stopped when I slapped him and kicked him. After all that I hate him, I don't want to see him.

The morning after the incident, I said goodbye to my father and mother to go, returning to Jakarta with only desperate capital and the rest of my scholarship savings which is not how until two years passed I did not return to Surabaya, if bang Fahri is looking or mom and dad misses them who come to me, because I don't want to go back to remembering this city.

Among the most painful wounds, the most grievous were the wounds caused by Areska, the savage man was the man I hated the most, until it felt almost dead if I looked at him.

Tonight I've fixed the clothes and some items that I have to bring back, tomorrow the first flight I have chosen, the girl I have called to meet directly at the airport.

"Yes Rabb, why have you reunited with him, O Rabb, I have begun to heal from the fear that gnaws at me, but why, again and again you test me..."

"Is all this the answer to all my prayers, ever wanting a man like Ares? but that was all before, before all that happened, now that I just want to get away from her, I hate everything that humans do to me."

Again and again my night prayer was filled with disgust that I always complained to my god, forgive this hateful creature, O Allah.

Early in the morning bang Fahri was ready with a car that would take me to the airport, Girl was already staring at me with sparkling eyes.

"Hows it? done already?" asked the girl who was also staring at bang Fahri in surprise.

"He's my brother, Fahri his name" I said as I knew the meaning of his gaze.

"Gadis Mas, Zayana's personal assistant." The girl bowed in respect.

"Well, why didn't Za tell her that someone else was with her? why don't you go to Za's house?" welcome bang Fahri who is just a small talk.

"It's more convenient hotel mas." said the girl."

"Well, it's time, Za pamit Bang" I said after the watch in hand showed that we had to leave.

"Be careful." said bang Fahri.