Virgin Tumbar
The arrival of Yuni

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In the employees' lounge, the girls and young men prepare to work before the restaurant opens. The uniforms they wear today are alloys of pink and white, women wear Vintage Dresses with lacy skirts blooming above the knees. Equipped with stockings and ballet shoes.

Almost all long-haired are strikingly colored. Reddish brown like Patchouli hair, blonde, to ghosted hair that whitish like gray hair. The perfect look is supported by sparkling eyes and a smile can not be separated from the lips, one of the standards of their service.

In addition to enjoying special dishes, customers are also entertained to see Waiters and Waitresses passing by like Princesses and Princes of the Fairy Tale Country. Can take a moment off the fatigue of those who want to relax.

Nilam put on light brown lens contacts. Her long hair was clamped to the middle. Looks pretty plenary.

At 08.50 close writing will soon change Open. All employees get together for a briefing

curt.

Bon-Hwa, the manager and son of the restaurant owner as usual will burn their morning spirit, with short instructions, so that employees can provide excellent service at work.

“Welcome to rejoin Nilam, Juju. First and last take a holiday together,” order the white man before starting instructions.

His face and gesture were calm, with a sweet smile held back making the strokes on his chin line and cheeks look adorable. The part that Nilam liked the most, could clearly see intently that face. Feeling an injection of super-powerful energy.

The sentence is soft, but firmly out of the owner of red lips that fluent in Indonesian. The distinctive face of actor Drakor became the idol of all Hawa employees here. Hwa's striking figure with the cult is almost as white as cotton and the distinctive accent in the pronunciation is unique.

"How's everything, ready?" pandu Hwa's.

"Ready!" screeched the dozens of people in unison, excited.

Lastly, they put their hands together, palms resting in the middle of a circle, the typical cry of Gi Wa simultaneously ended the brief encounter. Each of them spread out in their respective tasks with a cheerful bright face.

“The necklace is so beautiful, Ni. Buy where?” asked the red-haired girl, as they walked into the front room.

The Holy gift necklace that Nilam wears does look sweetening his uniform.

“This is dear to my little friend, Li,” Nilam said as he touched the stones. Slightly gasped his breath

when there's a little strand from the necklace to the fingertips. However, quickly master the situation.

“But there is a magical aura, you look different, Ni,” comments the girl named Leli.

“Ah, what the hell, Li. This is an ordinary stone necklace, ” denied Nilam before they separated, scattered to serve customers who directly entered four people.

The room is shades of white and brown wood, with dozens of lights dangling long from the ceiling. In another part of the room there is a lesehan place with round foam as a seat. All table and bench devices are made of shiny brown wood.

Since the Open writing on the front door behind the customers began to arrive a lot. Nilam and his friends seem to have no time to be silent.

This is how the atmosphere of the restaurant, especially when three days on the weekend like this.

Various snacks and heavy typical of the State of Ginseng ready to spoil the tongue. Posts ‘No Pork No Lard’ and

halal certificates are displayed near the entrance, making visitors not hesitate to choose it as a place to eat.

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Juju stops the motor right in front of Babe's fence. Usually just lower Nilam and go straight home because it will soon enter Magrib time.

“Still, Ju.” Nilam turned around to push the fence, halted to hear the voice of the young man calling.

“Wait, Ni.”

“Ya?”

They stared for a moment.

“Sorry .. I have to say. You have to study prayer again, Ni .. I feel there is something in you. Satan will lose if we are close to God.”

As if jerking, Nilam fell silent. For a long time, I don't know how many times Juju has reprimanded this problem. Worship that is often missed. Accustomed since childhood to not understand the obligations of religion, even after adulthood and knowing, he can without burden leave the commandments of God.

“Gue care equals lo. Do not want to happen something equally elo, Ni,” continued Juju still looked at him straight.

Patchouli bowed, then nodded small. “Still, Ju,” the answer is weak.

Nilam. He seemed less eager to respond, perhaps because he felt very tired now.

Can't wait to get laid on his soft bed.

After greeting Mr. Min and Mang Didin on Babe's terrace, Nilam went straight to the back.

The atmosphere of quiet boarding, Dian was saying goodbye through chat. As usual at the weekend the girl went home to her parents in East Jakarta area.

Dian snickered just to be close to work. Actually the girl contains it comes from a capable family, but the atmosphere of the cost is more he likes than at home. Finding a friend to chat with is also one of the reasons Dian feels at home living here.

While Tri, and Dara who Nilam contact compact said there is a duty overtime. Nilam will be alone.

At eight o'clock, Nilam was still lying down relieving fatigue. Lazy looking at the mobile phone screen, he chose to turn on the television, watch soap operas in the channel of flying fish. The story of the punishment for disobedience to the mother, made Nilam remember the Mak. He hopes Mak in the village is always healthy.

In between the ad Nilam eyes increasingly look dimmer. The quiet atmosphere without a friend to talk makes him feel sleepy quickly. Nilam's eyes grew heavier and fell asleep with the television still on.

The girl forgot Juju's message. Magrib was praying, but Isha returned. If you are not used to carrying out obligations it is so easy to leave it without guilt.

At midnight Nilam looked cold, his body started to curl up. It feels like something is moving from the nape of the neck to the whole body. Cold gets into the bone.

Patchouli reached for a pink bedcover on the side of the pillow, still with hard-to-open eyes he woke up half

sit. Again there was a move on the nape, spontaneously Nilam's hand wagged up to his back.

Seconds later looking a little dazed, the girl groaned weakly. Feeling his body shrink and then sucked into floating, turning, carried away to another dark place.

Nilam fell standing up, his feet stepping on the wet grass. He knew it was a forest. The smell of grass and the sound of leaves on top, collided with the singing of the night beast. The sound echoed as if welcoming his presence.

 “Mak ...” The girl's voice shakes. Fear filled Nilam's head. He hugged his body in a position of standing still in place. Despite opening wide eyes there was nothing to be seen, only pitch dark.

Suddenly the crackling of the branches broke to Nilam's surprise. The more tightly he hugged his own body. His eyes glared at the feeling that there was wind approaching.

“Si-who?”

Nilam's eyes are getting round. His heart was beating very fast.

“You died ...” The echo of a man's voice makes his muscles feel weak.

Who wants me dead?

Whose voice is that? What am I wrong??

Unable to make his trembling lips make a sound, Nilam shivered on the spot. Always forgetting what had happened to him, making Nilam feel every event like this as if the first time experienced.

The fear overwhelmed every inch of his body. He was weak but still standing.

A cold hand gripped both sides of his cheeks, pressing down until the girl's mouth conicaled forward. The pain that appeared was defeated by Nilam's fear. His body was shivering violently, saliva coming out unstoppable. Shortness of breath hard to scoop up air.

“Give up ... Free you fight me!” threaten the old voice right in front of his face.

I fight what?? I didn't do anything?!

Mak ... please Patchouli, Mak …!

Nilam's tears are getting bigger. All this time he had many friends. Never against anyone. There are people who mock the village never taken heart. This girl keeps the heart clean from being spiteful to others.

The hand suddenly jerked, removing Nile's jaw and cheek, leaving a pulse of pain there. Not yet to breathe a sigh of relief, when the next second felt something cold moving to touch the surface of the skin of the poor girl's face.

Iron?!

What is a knife?!

 Breath Patchouli for a moment, when the sharp tip is pressed on the cheek flesh. The girl resigned herself, closing her eyes firmly.

… forgive Nilam has not been happy Mother ….

Argh!!

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