The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
Antiques

In upset mode, Gavin drives his car at high speed. Feelings of hate and jealousy blend into one whole.

"Gav ... keep your car. I'm scared!" exclamation Nilam.

"I hate the guy's look at you. I don't like it!"

"Then if that guy likes me, are you going to kill me now?!"

Treading his brake pedal instantly, stopped the speed of his car. Gavin rubbed his face rough. Then look at Nilam who was gasping in fear. "I'm sorry." Pulling that slender body into his hugging circle. "Sorry."

"Gav .. I can do what if the guy likes me. Do I have to break my face so that nothing else pulls from me?"

"Ssthtt ...." Poking her index finger in Nilam's lips. "I'm sorry. I may be selfish, because I just want to .. I'm enough to enjoy all the grace that's on you. I don't want to share it with anyone" he admitted.

Nilam flicked a smile. "I understand. Because I also just want you, as the only man who ...."

"Yes? Which what?" gavin Goda smiled cunningly. He slightly distanced Nilam's body from his chest. And of course, that question made the girl turn out to be misbehaving. "Let's continue your sentence."

"Ti-it doesn't," said Nilam, trying to hide his red look.

Gavin's crispy rarity began to sound. He touched the face behind him, then faced him.

Nilam could not resist. The red face looked even more stunning in Gavin's view. Slowly but surely the chin of the blade was drawn closer to his face.

And ....

It was a touch that was intoxicating. Gavin's maleness soul began to wriggle slowly.The round pair of visions began to dim.

Yet either ... Nilam can never be as calm as Gavin. His heart was always in a state of worry when such a moment tempted him. Two years of love with Dan never once did he let his lips touch the man.

It was strange for the Pharaohs to be what they are today.

Gavin still follows his instincts. His palm was already on the girl's back.

Until ....

Tid .. tid .. tid ....

Pleased! Decitan honks coming from the car that has lined up behind him, successfully making Gavin jerked, surprised, and most importantly.

Damnit damnit!

Why is he not aware, that his car is now parked just like that in the middle of the road. You idiot!

His lips were not stopping. And in a fit of annoyance he began to drive his car back. A wave of his palm outside the windshield of his car signified his apology to the riders behind him.

Nilam closed his mouth holding back laughter.

Gavin's silly behavior is enough of an amusement for him.

"Why laugh?" ask Gavin.

"No."

"That's your face messing around like that. Do I look like a clown?"

"Umm .. maybe."

"What did you say?"

"No, no. I didn't say anything."

"Your review ...."

*****

The Dahlan residence

"Juragan, outside there's a woman who wants to meet you."

The words of the woman's ashes, managed to create wrinkles on the face of Dahlan who was busy struggling with papers in his study. "Women? Wh who? These nights?"

"I don't know, Juragan. I just saw it."

"Bring him here!" dahlan's strict orders.

"Okay, Juragan." The boy began to pass.

A few moments later ....

"This is it, Juragan."

Dahlan simply moved his eyes to see the form of the woman the messenger was referring to.

"Good night, Oughtsman," the woman's gentle greeting. The subtle sound is enough to provoke the side of Dahlan's maleness.

Moreover, the owner is a woman, who despite a simple appearance with only a plain brown dress wrapped knee-length, and hair that is tied carelessly, but can not be denied, can not be denied, beautiful face and body shape like that model, making Dahlan quite tempted.

Antiques!

After the door closed, Dahlan began to open her voice, "What are you looking for me for, Miss?" ask without further ado.

"I'd like to apply for a job with you, Nurse" replied the woman, who is in her 30s.

Dahlan. "Applying for a job? Who recommended you come to me?"

"You're pretty famous in the business world. Everyone knows that, including me. So I came here of my own accord."

"All right, I understand. Then what's your skill?"

"I used to be a secretary at a company overseas. But I stopped. Because ...."

"Because what?" Dahlan began to step closer towards the woman. He then leaned his butt on his desk which was right in front of the woman who was not yet known by name, until the distance between the two was quite close.

"Because I've been harassed by the director of that company." There is no lie in that answer.

The tyranny is beginning to be interested. "Then?"

"I was pregnant. When I asked for his answer, he refused. And instead accused me of making up stories in the media. All of this has ruined my name and reputation. And as a result, almost all companies refuse to use my services," he said.

"It's so you, man" said Dahlan as if pitying. "When did it happen?"

"Three years ago, Juragan."

"Where is your son?"

Successfully, Dahlan's question made the woman's tears drip. "He's dead, Juragan." Then down.

"Oh, sorry. I'm not mak-"

"It's okay. I got too carried away." Swiping away the remaining water droplets on his cheeks. "Then how am I accepted to work here?"

"Umm.. looking at your history...."

Before hearing Dahlan's next sentence, the woman gathered in front of him. Both hands were holding Dahlan's palms. "Please, Juragan. Accept I work here. Whatever I'm gonna do. Provided I can get money to meet the needs of my life and also for the treatment of my ailing mother" he asked.

The grin of Dahlan's demonic smile began to appear to the surface of his face, which despite being almost six-headed, yet his facial lines remained firm, without the slightest hint of aging frown. "Hey, rise. It doesn't need to be like that. I'm not like them."

A lie! In his heart he was very happy.

The woman began to rise, following Dahlan's palm that pulled her. "Does that mean that Juragan would accept me to work here?" tanyanya expectantly.

For a moment Dahlan was silent. "alright. Because of your basic secretary, it looks like you can help me take care of the estate's data."

"Really, Juragan?"

"Yes. Besides, I can give you a generous wage, but on one condition."

"What is that, Juragan?" tanyanya full of twinkle.

"You must do ...." Dahlan continued her sentence in a whisper.

Hearing Dahlan's advanced sentence that hissed in his ear, the woman was aghast.

It turns out that all these men are the same. Equally depraved!

"Don't be afraid, I won't run away like that guy. I must be responsible.'' Dahlan's voice reassured.

"But Juragan, don't you already have three wives?"

Walk towards a glass window. "Yes .. that's right. But ...." Turn around to face the woman. "I've never touched them."

"Why? Is it because they're getting old, and no longer satisfy you?" Tucked away the disgust from the sarcastic question.

"No, it's not that. I always glorify them no matter what."

"Then?"

Dahlan's face turned grim. And make no mistake, this is just a MASK!

"My fault for overindulging them with money. Until they forget their duty to me."

"Is that true, Juragan?"

"That's how."

The woman approached Dahlan. Near ... and very close .... "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you, Juragan."

"It's okay. I get it." Dahlan grabbed that slender waist, glued it to her body. "You're so pretty." The libido inside his body began to attack. And without JKL, he scooped her lips, which of course was reciprocated.

After some time with each other friendly fences, finally the intoxicating activity stopped.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name, honey?"

"My name .... Mona."