Morning Star
Funeral
In a nightclub where human life is considered negative and becomes a bad image for the eyes of the general public. Alcohol, prostitution*r, and narcotics became commonplace there. A woman wearing a light blue short dress on her knees sat quietly in a high chair near the bartender who was processing drinks.
“Eric, you know what happened with Sofia.” Eric shook his head as he poured a small glass of drink and placed it in front of a young man who became his customer.
“But I heard he had a problem with Madam Den” Eric a little closer and whispered while looking around “you don't make the same problem huh Ke, you know the person who made trouble with Madam Den must have been the end of the lost civilization.”
The woman nodded. “Hai, can you contact?” A young man reached out and smiled sweetly, from earlier he was just observing the two of them chatting.
"By, I'm Keke” replied the woman with a sweet smile and welcomed the young man's hand.
“I Dimas, a beautiful woman like you, just standing on the dance floor with me” heard the flailing of the unknown man Eric just smiled wryly while rolling his eyeballs.
Keke just chuckled, “I'm interested, but today I was only prepared for event” Dimas sip a soft drink “Oh you participants? I make sure I can spend the night with you Miss.” Dimas looked at Keke with a gaze that ordinary women would be disgusted even Eric himself was eager to stick the bamboo skewer he was holding into his eyes.
But Keke only responded by shrugging his shoulders. “I can't choose,” he said slowly “emm.I'm sorry.” Go on and go. Dimas's eyes followed towards keke away, licking his lower lip as he made sure he could be with the woman, Eric saw Dimas with a sharp look “**** head” said slowly while wiping the glass and preparing drinks for other customers.
Dimas grabbed a smartphone on his shirt “Halo, I'm already inside, near the bartender, where are you?” Dimas circulated his gaze and raised his hand when he saw someone he knew, the person who had been chatting with him over the phone just now. “Order a drink, I'll pay." He found his friend pulling a chair and sitting next to him. His friend looked around before looking to his left.
“I'm not here to drink, I have another purpose Dim.” Said his friend briefly, “Ayolah Ang, one sip will not kill you” Rayu Dimas makes the man next to him give a sharp and cold gaze.
“You want me to chop off your head?” His words with a groaning tone though actually joking and greeted with laughter by Dimas.
“Today there is an event, what is your purpose for it” Dimas plays his eyebrows and smiles grinning. “Iya, but not for real purpose.” Looking back at her surroundings, she scanned every corner of the place, she shook her head softly when she saw the pair of young people start to lose consciousness and dance so crazily.
"They don't seem to be afraid that death will never be predicted." Hearing his friend's words, Dimas looked in the direction his friend saw. “Angga, I'm still surprised, you're a holy pretentious or too innocent” Dimas clenched his hand and made a backrest for his chin, staring at his friend named Angga in confusion.
“There is a juice bang?” Ignoring Dimas' words, Angga chose to order a safe drink, he asked Eric, hearing someone order Juice, Eric just nodded slowly with a surprised face.
“Wah! You are in the club not in the cafe bro.” Said Dimas melted, “give him red wine without alcohol” continued Dimas, Eric nodded and prepared his order.
The sound of music from DJs on stage makes the dance participants increasingly become, not women or men they enjoy the music. Some who have been influenced by alcohol make him forget more and more about, the, there are those who make the dance floor and take advantage of the opportunity to be in contact with women dressed sexy there and can be estimated if kond0m is not made and worn them, how many babies have been created from this place.
The harsh reality for the innocent soul is that it is created in a bad way and there are even those who do not have time to breathe the air in the world because their parents have already removed it.
A man went on stage and coded to DJ to turn down the volume of the music “Goodnight, for those of you who already have event tickets can go to the auction” podium room and snap your fingers as a sign to the DJ to re-harden the music volume.
Angga stood up from the chair along with Dimas towards the entrance of the auction area. “You know Ang, there is a beautiful woman who is an auction participant, I really hope to get her.” Angga stared at Dimas “but he seemed to be your type, I mean the type for your business that” Angga frowned.
“you know what the hell?” said Angga sighing. “Even is different, they only feature 7 selected women with the best quality from the club. Therefore, the auction begins with a high price, for the entrance ticket itself can already be predicted what the quality of the woman.” Obviously Dimas is looking for seat numbers according to his ticket.
“Yes, enough ticket price I can wear to buy a new telephoto lens.” Angga said he saw a small stage with small chairs lined up on it and there was one floor rather high on the stage, it seemed to be used for women who would be offered. They sat next to each other, Angga number 4 and Dimas 5. “If it wasn't for my father, where I might be in a place like this.” Angga and Dimas just laughed
“you know? I envy you.” Angga was astonished by Dimas's opinion. “You only see and don't feel directly as me, Dim. Because of what is, you must be sorry.” Obviously Angga “at least I can benefit Ang, go to the club for free. Although..” Dimas stopped talking when the same man had previously entered the stage area. They listened to some opening remarks from the man explaining the rules of the auction.
The room is not so crowded because the ticket is expensive for some people maybe with so much money he can use elsewhere to satisfy his desires many times. And also the club is a private club and can only be entered by certain people who have been registered as special members of the club. There were only about 15 participants, including Angga and Dimas.
“I will rotate one by one the angels and open the auction price and like auctions in general, who put the highest price he won.” Obviously the presenter.
“I hate to accept the fact when he treats humans like merchandise” Said Angga and Dimas just nodded slowly “although in fact they themselves chose that path.” continued Angga.
One by one the women participants of the event entered the stage and sat in a chair that had been prepared. “Number 7, he's at number 7.” Dimas nudged slowly Angga and Angga looked towards number 7 where the last woman to be spun. Angga was stunned to see the woman, there was a strange feeling of sadness and anger in Angga's chest.
“She's so young” Angga said “and she shouldn't be there right?” Dimas frowned, then nodded in agreement. “Name Keke, as we are,emmm. just tell him sih” Dimas grinning horses, Angga just clucked hearing it “should he lecture” his right back staring at the woman number 7 earlier. The gaze they met made Angga instantly throw his gaze in the other direction.
“The world is cruel to some Ang people, we who live a good life from childhood how do you understand the position like them? Our childhoods are filled with things that we can easily get if we want to. Mau this tomorrow is already on the bed, but for those who are economically depressed. Let alone to indulge in hobbies, to eat and other necessities of life they have to work hard.” Dimas explained clearly as if he was taking a social class.
Angga stares wonder “you know, I prefer your side like this, at least it gives a positive influence for me.” Ledek Angga and got a small punch in his arm from Dimas “kok you are evil anyway!” His words pursed lips. “iuhh kumat” Angga shuddered as if he saw something disgusting.
“From first number 1, my auction is open from the price of 2 million.” the first woman looks mature, beautiful according to what the presenter said. Several participants bid against each other and the winner fell to the number 10 auction participant, a middle-aged man and the man catch the attention of Angga because the purpose of Angga himself being in this place is to observe the auction events that are illegal but because there are people who protect, but because there are people who protect, so the event and the club can still go well.
Trafficking in human beings as sex slaves is strictly prohibited and the government itself is still trying to shut down clubs dealing with trafficking in people, drugs and other prohibited objects. Mafia - the big mafia and the government are nothing new to the ears of Angga. The real culprit for Angga is a government person who is bribed and protects this club from the entanglement of the law.
“why?” tanya Dimas saw Angga just looking seriously at the number 10 participants who were not far behind them.
“Obviously mingliya” whiskey trying to stop Angga staring at the number 10 participants who began to step towards the stage with woman number 1 and leave the location. “Ah, no, just feel familiar.” Definitely brief.
“Ang, if my money is less, I borrow it first. You haven't chosen which one you're going to bargain with? Or don't - don't you target number 7 too?” Dimas gave a look as if convinced by his conjecture. He shrugged his shoulders without answering.
“Both now the auction participants live 9 people, then who is lucky to get our last angel. We welcome bidadari number 7.” The woman walked slowly and climbed the slightly taller floor child and sat down in a small chair in a beautiful pose. “Price I open with 3 million, let's start.”
“7 million” Dimas raised his hand and smiled knots towards Keke who was looking at him. As if telling if Dimas would win it, spend time with Keke according to the contract later. It looks like the price is getting higher and Dimas is starting to run out of patience.
“you're not nawar? I reddened, the price has been 30jt aja” Dimas sighed “It seems not my soul mate” he continued.
“50 million” Angga raised his hand and made Dimas choke his own saliva. Staring in shock at his friend and the atmosphere of the auction that joined in muttering. “There is a higher?” Asked the presenter and the auction participants still muttering to each other. “Both the winner of bidadari number 7 is the master who sits in seat number 4. We please.” Dimas is still looking at Angga with a sneaky look “my guess is right, I pay 2 times tomorrow, if you allow me to go forward in front of” said Dimas smiled and played his eyebrows.
“see what you see, I'm the winner. I have other business with him and judging by his age, he is the right fit for me.” Angga stood up and prepared to step forward, he said,
“heemm lost a lot, 50 million money just for an interview when it can get the enjoyment of the world.” Said Dimas who then get a sharp knife gaze “hehe..” Dimas just grinned and made a code of peace with his hands. Angga was upset not because of Dimas's remark about throwing 50 million without screwing the woman but because Dimas almost opened up the original purpose of Angga at the club.
“see, he's really going to throw away that 50 million free.” This can only be done by an Angga Hadian Pratama son of the Governor of Central Java province and a famous contractor on Java Island, Wiratmadja Pratama. But the world did not know that, Mr. Governor chose to hide the identity of his son, and it is still a mystery.
***
Angga gulped his saliva when he found himself and the woman he had won at the auction venue in the same room as him. “Do you want to just stand there?” keke asked to see Angga who was just silently staring at the door.
“Aaahh.. Eemmm.” Angga just issued a strange answer and stepped towards the sofa next to the bed while scratching his nape. Seeing that Keke approached him and sat down next to him. Keke was surprised because when he sat down immediately Angga shifted his body to the end of the sofa, looking clumsy and tense. Keke just laughed a little. "What's up, sir? Why do you look scared?" Keke asked puzzledly seeing for the first time any clients acting like Angga. Angga did not look at Keke, he sat so tense at the end of the sofa.
“Master is different from a friend of Mr. who is very confident can win me” he shifted his body trying to approach Angga who is increasingly tense folding his legs on the sofa as if protecting himself from something dangerous for him, well it is indeed dangerous for men who are labeled plain by Dimas.
“Eemmmh... Nona” Angga swallowed saliva trying to wet his dry throat. “I beg you to sit in bed” He said slowly and got a small laugh reply from Keke.
“Keke, just call me Keke.” Keke followed Angga's advice to sit away from Angga and head to Bed.
“I Angga. Emm... Maybe I don't need a base, I want to work with you” said Angga trying to calm his mind because Keke sat in a position that greatly disturbs his concentration.
“Emm, please cover it with a blanket that” said Angga pointed towards the blanket and towards Keke's thigh, a dress on the knee that was slightly stuck because of Keke's sitting position.
“Master, you paid me 50 million even for more than this” said Keke confusion, “Nona, I want to cooperate with you, but not that.” Keke frowned trying to guess “don't tell me you're an undercover cop?” Angga shook his head “no, I just want to chat with you” Angga replied slowly.
“But if you don't want to, you can leave me here.” he continued and Keke just looked on in disbelief not understanding the true intentions of the man who had paid him 50 million to serve him for 24 hours. If he will usually serve everything the client wants, let his body be treated as the client likes even though sometimes hurt him as if he is not a human, just a lifeless sex doll.
“Master, I can't leave you, because the next 24 hours I belong to you.” Keke said, Angga threw his breath and scratched his head that did not itch. Habit when he is nervous “ alright, if so, you want to chat with me?”
Keke was silent for a moment and hesitated to answer. It was still strange for him when someone spent 50 million just to chat. There must be something else to reason for, a very good reason to be valued at 50 million.
“Speak casually Keke, looks like we're the same age.” Angga smiled trying to start with good ethics and relaxed.
"Sir, is 50 million a natural thing to just chat with me?" Tanya Keke wanted to find out what Angga really meant. Angga shook his head, "if you still call me Master, alright, I will call you Miss. I feel there is a barrier that makes it difficult for me to chat casually with you. You want to be friends with me?" Keke was a little surprised then then smiled faintly.
"But, we are indeed strangers who do not know each other at all..."
"Therefore I want to know you Ke." Angga said cutting Keke's sentence.
"Sir, you're so weird, what do you mean exactly?" Keke frowned, seeing that Angga was silent for a while trying to find a good start to find information, for him to say a little wrong he would really lose 50 million with just - just.
"How old are you?" Angga's question shifted the topic and Keke was still the same as his expression.
"I'm 24 years old, 6th semester student." Hearing the words of student Keke raised his eyebrows. "It looks like you come from a rich family, a student playing with a place like this, not many students can be here Sir. Unless, if there's a chance you're lying?"
Angga scratched his non-itchy temple and bit both of his lips to hear the words of Keke. "I'm 24 years old." Angga was surprised, right what Dimas said, if the possibility of their age is the same, there is a hurt feeling knowing that the girl who should still have education is even in a dark world like this.
"You're beautiful." Angga immediately closed his mouth, unaware of his own words.
"Thank you, sir." The thin smiling
"Emm, I mean, if you hadn't been here, you might have had a better chance of working."
"I'm not an educated woman sir, out there I can't do anything - what if only capital looks. Here's what I can do. And I don't like what you say that seems to pity the choice I'm forced to make." Angga gulped at Keke's words with a serious look. "I didn't mean it that way, sorry." Angga said sincerely.
"Seeing you who are a student and can be in this place has explained indirectly if you never feel the slightest sense of life like me. I never chose to live like this and was born like this. I lost my parents when I was 7 years old. And live with my uncle who's a market thug and a drunk. I have to accept the painful fact that my own uncle sold me to Madam - I mean the manager of this place. I was under contract and could not leave this place, because my uncle had already received a lot of money after selling my virginity and ran away somewhere. Is that what you want to know? I've been telling you, even though I don't understand what you really mean." Angga was stunned to hear Keke's life story. He hates it because when he lives a good life with his family in another place there is a girl who is tormented with his life.
"I'm trying to figure out the government who's protecting this place." Keke was shocked to hear that. "Wait to hear first. If I manage to find the person, I can be sure the owner of this place will be punished for prostitution and human trafficking. And if it works, I can also free you from this. That's why I want to work with you."
"Sorry sir, I can't." Keke made his way to the exit, before successfully holding the door knob, Angga grabbed his wrist.
"You said you can't leave this room, you're mine for the next 24 hours." Keke turned around and looked at his wrist. Angga realized and took off his grasp.
"What you're doing is not an easy matter, sir, Madam is not an arbitrary person. You're not that easy catching him and closing this place down. And I don't know anything about her connection to the government or anyone you mean. And if Madam finds out about this, I'm not only losing my job, but my life."
"I'll protect you." Sahut Angga reassured. Keke simply smiled wryly and looked at Angga's eyes. Highlight eyes full of confidence and almost affect him. The eyes that gave him another sensation, before it happened Keke averted his gaze.
He walked towards the sofa and sat down massaging his head. Angga saw that and sat next to him, strange for Angga because he no longer felt the tension as before.
He felt he had found the right person to talk to without sacrificing his virginity.
"On me protecting you, I'm serious." Again he made sure.
"You're making me dizzy, sir." Angga smiled when "You" no longer came out of his mouth.
"What should I do?" Say it again and make Angga excited.
"I want......"
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