Perverted : Terror!
End Sweet or Bitter?

"have not seen gita in a long time." Said the handsome man who entered with his big strides.

"Pak dito." Gita. The smile that had been perched sweet now simultaneously turned into an anxious face mixed in a frenzy.

The girl's mouth was locked, her lips were trembling with fear. Unable to see the face that he himself did not know how to express. The man's steps were getting closer. The man's long breath sounded cold. The gita trembled violently holding back the tears that were almost spilled. She squeezed the striped blanket she was wearing.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not here to be mad at you." Said the dito sir in a low voice.

But that is not a guarantee if the man is no longer venomous. The man could finish him off at any time. Especially here there is no one else but them.

"I promise I won't hurt you. As long as you're working with me." Said the man softly.

Gita just stared at the male haggard with a neat shirt and a different haircut. Mr. Dito looks younger and fresher than ever before. Gita barely recognized the man in front of her.

"I'm sorry sir." Gita lirih.

Drap. drape..

"I'm sorry? I'm sorry you won't be able to replace all the losses I've suffered. Tell me, since when have you been conspiring?" Said sir dito full of emphasis. He was right next to the Gita.

"No sir. Forgiver. Hiksss.. hikss.pardon me." - Gita. He is no longer able to speak.

"Your apology says you won't be able to make up for all the losses you've done with your little mule group. You burned both my houses and my wife who was still in them. You and your group have also finished off the minima, right?" High intensity dito.

"Burning home? Ms sandra? But sir. but.." refute gita.

"It's quite a gita. You can no longer be confused. All the evidence is in my hands. Now the choice is, you want to be honest and show me where the b*ngs*t hasi is now or.... or do you want to be in jail for a very long time?" Say dito while holding the chin of the gita.

"But sir, I really don't know where they are. I don't even know if there was a fire... I.." refute gita back.

"If you keep quiet, I'll make sure you rot in jail!" Gertak pak dito's.

"After this, come with me." Connect dito short.

...****************...

Time has gone by so fast since the incident that night. Now the gita has lived more worthy than his old life. His sister is healthy again. However, the gita always warns wanti to keep everything that happens the other day. Especially after he became the right hand of the dito sir at this time. A small mistake can be fatal.

"Mbok, gita just left for work first." Say gita on her symbok sitting on the terrace in the morning.

"Yes, you want to go now? Don't you just wait for something?" Ask with a happy face.

"Later when it's finished, Gita will definitely come back here again. Gita promise." Connect the gita after seeing there are sad veins in her symbiotic gaze.

"Thank you, nduk. Our house can be nice this is all thanks to you. The standpoint can't bale anything." Say the symbok.

"Mbok is okay. Oh yes, there will be a furniture car coming mbok. Bring the refrigerator with the closet. It will be arranged to put where. I paid for everything." Answer the gita increasingly make the symboknya head bobbles. His forehead fluttered in wonder.

Just worked for a year but was able to renovate the house in total. Not to mention the household furniture that counted quite luxurious. Never mind the symbol itself, the neighbors beside the house were amazed by the gita. Of course, not a few grapevine slanted out of the mouth of the neighbor who indeed seems to have been a common thing to happen anywhere.

"Calm down mbok. It's all niggling gita same gita boss. Gita is not a macem. Gita also can not sell yourself rich talk of our neighbors." Said Gita after seeing the doubt on her symbiotic face. He had to lie a little.

"Yasudah. Simbok is just afraid you fall the same as you do not."

"Gita can take care of herself. Gita's leaving first." Gita immediately passed away to go to her new car.

Red car with license plate still not installed. The sparkle of car paint when exposed to sunlight makes the glare of every pair of eyes that envy the success of the gita. However, it does not make the gita happy. There are other things that always bother the gita.

.... Drrr...Drrrtt...

Hello

Madam, madam so come home today?

Yeah, so. Why the ferry?

It's okay, sir ask me to pick up the madam now.

I brought my own car, sir. I'll be home soon.

Tiiittt...

"Hikss... Hixss.. Why should my fate be like this. God, is what I did right??" Gita monologue.

"I'm stupid!! How stupid!!!"

"Mafisin gita mbok.mafiin gita.hikss... hikss.." lamented the young girl along the village road that looks lengthened.

It was so bright that I looked at the streets. Tears slowly drenched her white cheeks. Those red lips continued to tremble withstanding the nearly spilled cry. Along the way, the woman continued to sob while gently stroking her own stomach.

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