The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Heroic.

'Ok Naya. You're powerful. This is a decision you have made. Take advantage of the time you have left to be satisfied. Admit whatever you want. Confess everything that was never achieved. Do it so that there will be no regrets. So Cayyo.'

Naya bathes steadily. He looked out the window of the taxi as he continued to cheer himself up. The noise and congestion of the capital city did not bother him at all. He knows for sure, not necessarily tomorrow will meet such a day.

I don't know, a hunch. After today there will be no freedom left. She used to wonder why Laura was so determined to change her personality. Now he knows the reason behind it. It's all because of Mike.

'Mike is definitely not a random person.'

Sighing tired, Naya's eyes accidentally turned to a two-story cafe by the road. Spontaneously he asked the driver to stop.

"alright. I'll be here a minute. After that just broke up where else to go," he murmured slowly as he stepped.

"What do you want, Ma'am?" ask a beautiful barista who was behind the glass window when Naya had just opened the door.

"I'm a hot brown pesen" said Naya, then smiled. His eyes sparkled when he saw the various kinds of cakes in the storefront. He even gulped and excitedly took out two dishes containing chocolate brownie pudding and a small milk pie with strawberry tops on top.

Happiness is simple. Starting with the tongue. Because the tongue determines mood. That's what Naya felt. Now he no longer thought about how to run. He was determined to be strong and survive. A glass of warm chocolate and two plates of sweet food became a magical mood booster.

"Well, out of here I'm going to the amusement park" Naya murmured again after sipping the warm chocolate that was in the glass. Slowly enjoy the delicious dessert while looking at the outside atmosphere behind the large glass window nearby sitting.

However, the calmness was piqued after hearing the commotion on the barista's table. A distended man was scolding a grandmother wearing a cane. Surprisingly, everyone there seemed to be unconcerned.

The curious Naya approached. Seeing that grandmother, he remembered his deceased grandmother. Really, he did not accept that there was anything rude to such an old woman.

"Sorry, Om. What's up, huh?" ask Naya. Approached by the grandmother who had shed tears then hugged her—trying to calm down.

Instead of answering, the man pointed at Naya's face. "Eh, don't interfere! You're just a kid! Or do you Grandma's grandchildren not know this?"

Rippling, Naya's blood boiled without being neutralized again. He even looked up to see the bitch.

"Sorry Om. I'm not his grandson. But you can't say it's polite little," Naya replied without blinking.

"Can't! Why polite? He is not polite. It should be after I swore my coffee he should have changed. What is this, he just said he was sorry. Don't know if the word sorry can't make the stomach full."

Naya saw the grandma. He wanted to hear a direct explanation. "That's it, Grandma?"

The grandmother nodded. His lips quivered as it held back the cry. "Yes, Neng. The wrong grandmother. Grandma accidentally swore her coffee."

Now the wrinkled eyes of the grandmother looked at the father. He squeezed and clenched two hands. With her lips still shaking she said, "I'm sorry. I don't have any more money. This pudding is for my son who is cravings. And my money is not enough to replace the coffee of the Father who has spilled."

Now her glasses-covered eyes were directed at the grandmother holding the small package. "Heh, Old Grandma! It should be old at home! Don't wild. Ngerepotin. If I thought, who would lose? Me!" hardik the man again, louder than before.

"The old man must know the place!" continued.

"Enough Om!" sela Naya's.

He really isn't strong anymore. The talk of the bloated man had really provoked emotions. He was already all his might not to get angry in public. Elegant and classy, that's what Ken teaches. But now he can't hold it all. Fuck all that.

Gegas Naya reached into the pocket of her pants, she took out a few hundred thousand bills and threw them in the face of the man.

"That's money, Om. I think it's enough to compensate for the coffee that has been spilled. So don't ever say that again. You have parents, right? Got a mom, right? What would it feel like if Om's parents were being bullied by someone else?"

The bloated man fell silent. He swallowed while looking to the right and left. All eyes were on him until he felt uneasy and ashamed at the same time.

"Okay, if Om doesn't have parents. Or maybe because Om ignored them. I won't comment because I also know what it's like to have no parents. But is Om not afraid? A few more years Om must be old. It must be identical to the mistake and forget. Is Om ready to be scolded in public just a trivial thing?" cecar Naya dare.

The grandmother who was next to him pulled the hoodie arm Naya—hopefully Naya stopped. "Neng is already Neng. The wrong grandmother."

"No, Grandma. Grandma is wrong. It's this guy who's gone too far." Naya looked at the man more and more fiercely. "What Om knows, I from childhood never once met parents. But one that I know, if my grandmother never made her granddaughter sad. A grandmother is sincere. Always do anything for a loved one. A grandmother knows what is good and bad because she has lived a long time. So, what pantes Om treat them that low? Inget Om's. Heaven under the feet of the mother. But inget. I wouldn't have been born if there wasn't a grandmother."

Feeling dead said, the man Naya called Om was gone. He came out of the cafe with shame. While inside, everyone gave applause for the heroic action that Naya had done. They felt touched and slapped with Naya's chatter.

"Thank you, Neng. Thanks a lot."

"It's okay, Grandma. Now Grandma's home. Careful home," replied Naya.

The grandmother came out of the cafe in Naya. Meanwhile, in the corner of the cafe was a grown man with a neatly ambiguous smile. He's got his coffee.

"A fascinating girl."

****

As he wishes. Today Naya managed to do whatever she wanted. He went to the playground and tried out all the game rides that were there. He also visited the zoo and had fun going elsewhere.

Now he felt he had no regrets anymore.

"alright. Now it's time to go home. I don't want to make Ken's sister worried" he muttered as he stepped. He continued to smile and did not realize that there were two fat men following him.