Scavenging Success
[S1] Heir and Night Butterflies
Fragment 31: Black Thick
I looked at the shady face of an old man sitting in front. He was the owner of the cooperative where I borrowed money. I had just told him all the events I had experienced over the past eight months.
"So in essence you want to make a contract with us and cancel the contract with the amateur?" I was stunned when I heard him mention the Great who had hundreds of escorts as an amateur.
"Yes. As long as you can grant all my requests."
"Haha... You are a valuable asset... That amateur had already acted so foolishly when he was unwilling to fulfill your simple request."
"This is Mister," a handsome man with a stern look handed the tablet to Old Man.
"Read this contract!" tell me.
Not doing the same mistake. I also read the contract they prepared carefully.
The contract says that I will be given full protection until I finish giving birth. Then my debt will temporarily freeze them. But later after I finish the puerperium, I have to go back to running my job as an escort under the management of their families.
'It turns out they are a pretty big Mafia family. This cooperative is just a business they are in, ' I concluded as I read the beginning of this contract.
Like my contract with Agung, I will still be given freedom in living my life outside of my duties as an escort. And as my agent, they're also obliged to help me find customers.
The difference...
Now the customers will pay the rent directly to me without a single cut. With consequences I have to facilitate and also finance my own life.
In addition, I am also obliged to owe them a minimum of 200 thousand Haipur per year. With interest rate of 50%.
This contract is valid forever and will only expire if they feel that my body is no longer selling.
"I really like every term of this contract. But anyway I am still under contract with Agung," I explained while affixing the signature.
"Sign this cancellation contract as well, we'll take care of the rest" the Old Man handed me another tablet.
"Just calm. He'll sign this letter. Even if he doesn't want to sign, then we'll cut off his hand as a sign" he said gently to me.
"Bones... Tonight must be over..." The Old Man handed the two tablets to a handsome, stern-faced man named Bonar.
"Ready Mr."
"Te... Thank you Boss.." I reached out to shake it.
"Don't call me Boss" he said, grabbing my hand and helping me get up from the chair.
"My name is Arya Prayoga. You can call me Arya. And until your son is born, I will give you full protection" said the Old Father before grabbing my chin and plunging his tongue into my mouth with lust.
I smiled bitterly. Right people say. Black can only be defeated by a more solid black. And now I have been in a world far more concentrated than the black shown by the Great.
...— x —...
I smiled on the balcony of the hotel as I remembered all my fond memories of being with Mr. Arya.
He actually fulfilled his promise to give me full protection for three months. Even for security reasons, I am welcome to stay in the luxurious mansion of the Prayoga Family.
Although indeed...
In return, I must be ready to satisfy Mr. Arya's fetish to an old pregnant woman.
...— x —...
I'm well aware that Mr. Arya is a great Mafia Family Head. But I didn't catch the look of cruelty on his face at all. Only the fatherly shady aura made me feel so comfortable when I was around him.
Unfortunately since ten years ago I never met Mr. Arya because he suddenly disappeared.
Bonar said that at that time you decided to repent and retire from the black world. So that Bonar automatically became the Head of the Prayoga Family until now.
And now the Prayoga Family is in mourning. A few days ago, my father was reported to have died.
I can see Kai sucking his cigar.
Ah... Let time answer it.
...— Connect —...
Fragment 32: Supply at Home
While relaxing on the balcony of a luxury hotel, Laela seemed busy with her mobile phone.
[Mrs... Mama probably won't be home for a month.]
Reluctant to hear the melody of pleasure from across, Laela decides to send a short message to her daughter.
Laela then sent proof of transfer amounting to 60 thousand Haipur with caption.
[It's Mamah transfer for you as long as Mamah is not there... Good at home.]
Because it just so happened a week ago Laela just paid the cooperative with installments for the next four months. Laela was forced to drain almost all her savings in order to provide provisions to the child.
Trings.
[Mr... This is really big... You just got a good client, huh.?]
Trings.
[Know me dong Mah... My guys are mostly the sons of tax officials whose money is still limited. I want to have a sugar daddy that twists a Mamah kayak.]
[Why don't you just learn Neng... Your life is enough.]
Trings.
[Isa! You stingy!]
Although not openly working as a prostitute. But because Princess Laela often drained all her boyfriend's possessions. It can be said that this mother and child have the same source of income.
...— x —...
"W-A-an who's La?" ask Kai
"My son."
"Why?" Kai questioned Laela's expression which suddenly became unsightly.
"So I just transferred the money to stock him as long as I go with you."
"Oh yes... The money that I give form cash all yes...? Request a dong La account..."
"Lohs... You paid for the DP."
"Udah... Send your norek. I want a transfer to replace your child's allowance, "misceiving the cause of Laela's changing facial expression, Kai is ready to take responsibility.
The tring!
Laela sent her account number to Kai. Kai immediately replied to the message with proof of transfer amounting to one million Haipur
"The remaining 1.5 million I'll pay after you're done with me huh?"
"Thank you Kai... I've never been judged on this high price." Kai replied Laela with a faint smile.
"You deserve La... Very appropriate," said Kai softly as he stood up.
"Again yuk Say." take Kai after holding Laela's hand.
"Ih... I just took a bath Kai.." whine Laela while blushing because Kai never felt satisfied enjoying his body.
Fortunately Laela did not know if actually Kai only wanted to make money because the balance in the Bank was very thin.
...— Connect —...