Prisoner of the President of Tyrann
20.
A beautiful woman just got into a public vehicle crying. His eyes are puffy and teary. His nose was red from sobbing. He had just regretted his stupidity, how could he end up like this. Now that she feels dirty, she feels like a woman full of stains.
"Hiks hyks, I'm sorry, Mah. I'm sorry ...." Crying again while covering her face.
The taxi driver who was riding the woman stared with pity at her passengers. Seeing from the appearance of the woman who was a little messy and when stopping her taxi in front of a hotel made the taxi driver guess that something had happened to the woman. As an adult man who also has a daughter. Of course the taxi driver felt mother to what had happened to the woman. Even though you do not know what happened, but anyone will guess the same thing.
"Do you need tissue, Miss?" The taxi driver handed the woman a tissue box.
"Hiks .. Thank you sir." The woman took a few pieces of tissue and wiped her wet face and at the same time wiped her snot that came out from crying.
"Do you want me to drive you to the police station?" ask the taxi driver.
The woman was quite surprised by the question. Is it obvious if he has just experienced something unpleasant. It must look pretty awful not her at the moment.
"No sir, take me to xx street only. I'm okay." The woman tried to pull her lips up and shook off the remains of tears in her eyes.
The taxi driver no longer forced. He has no right to interfere in the affairs of others, unless he is asked for his help.
She was none other than Mishel. Friends of Alesya. Last night something bad happened his whole life. Then why didn't he report it to the authorities. Hearing that, he could only smile cynically. He who, and what to fight the rich man. Mishel only lives with her mom who is a single parent and only sells cakes.
Mishel's phone rang, apparently the friend who called her. Before lifting him up, he took a deep breath first to be calmer while talking to his friend.
"Hhhhh ...." Then he picked up his phone.
"Call, Mishel? Where are you? Are you all right? why couldn't I call you from last night." Someone across there was very worried about Mishel's situation who since last night could not be contacted.
Mishel was moved, with no tears in her eyes falling back.
"Sorry Ale, I didn't know my phone was dead. What's the matter you called me?" trying to divert the conversation.
"What?! Why so fast, did he force you?" asked Mishel who was surprised, Alesya had indeed told her that she would marry the man but Mishel did not expect that it would be this fast.
"No, we had a deal. You don't have to worry anymore now that I'm married. Precisely now what I'm worried about is you, Mishel. Take good care of yourself and you should stop working in that place. I'm so worried about that."
"I know, lady chatty," ledek Mishel. " I want to quit too, but wait for me to get a new job. Ohh yeah, aren't you going to see Aunt Rosaline in the hospital?"
"I'd love to see Mom but I can't leave. Even so there are people who always report to me about mom's condition."
"Well, when I wanted to see you" Mishel said.
"Me too, I want to tell you a lot. I'll keep trying to convince him to let me go. Okay, then yes. I have to get ready."
"Ok, by the way." Mishel was eager to tell someone but her friend had a lot of trouble. He did not want to add to the burden of his friend's mind.
Mishel could only give up on what had happened to her. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Calm yourself and your mind.
...
A man just woke up from his sleep. His head was throbbing, obviously because he drank so much last night. He can't even remember what happened after he got drunk. Bad habits are.
"Siaall!! So dizzy! Shiittt!" The man cursed because his head felt like it was pulsing once.
After successfully opening his eyes, the man was no longer surprised by the situation. In the hotel room, without using a single thread, the clothes were scattered and ...??
"What's!!! Whatisit? How is there d4r4h on the sheets?!"