SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
Let's Start

I came out after calming down. I washed my face and smeared the powder so that it did not look like I was crying. Brother Wicak was waiting when I said he was in the toilet. We're going to the hospital together.

I saw Brother Wicak with his friends. He looked very relaxed talking occasionally chuckling.

I kept quiet, watching my beloved. He was trying hard to achieve his dream. Sis Wicak entered here on a full scholarship until completion. So, the tuition that his mother gave him was intact and he saved.

He said he would marry me well. You could say, his savings will be presented to me.

To me, the words of Brother Wicak are very soul-stirring. I kept smiling like crazy when he said that.

Then in return for her, I practiced being a good housewife. I learned to cook, I kept myself clean untouched. The prize is this honorable me. My self will soon be broken.

Without my tears dripping again. I looked down while wiping away the tears. I didn't think my way was like this right now.

"Shahdu.." Suddenly Brother Wicak was already standing in front of me. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "No sister, just Grandma."

Brother Wicak stroked the hair I braided back.

"Come on, we've got to get there, right?"

Brother Wicak grasped my hand. I followed his steps behind, watching the gallant body from behind. I love Brother Wicak. I love her so much.

I looked at the hand that was holding my hand tightly. Hands are always there to help me. Hands that always wipe my tears. Hands that never broke me.

How can I give myself up now to someone else. How will I be able to offer my filthy body to the kindest man like you, brother?

My eyes caught Arga walking in front of Brother Wicak, in front of us. He's just passing by. Our eyes met for a few seconds, then he switched to the front again. He just passed me by, completely like there was nothing between me and him. Right, like in the letter that he and I have no relationship, no knowledge of each other.

"Shahdu."

I looked at the man in front of me. He opened the door to the online taxi he had ordered.

"Sister, for a minute, I need to. Just a minute."

I ran towards Arga walking earlier. I saw him walk up to the men's room. I quickly approached her, holding her hand that was about to go into the toilet.

"So soon, I need to talk." I said with a breath. His cold look made me a little nervous. But I have to say it.

"What?"

I looked left and right, making sure that no one would hear me.

"W-can I just cancel? I'll go back the money. I promise, I'll get your money back soon." I said with a trembling tone and eyes pleading with her. But he was silent and just looked at me expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trick you, I just..."

"Twenty times as much."

"What?" I get the point. I didn't ask because I didn't listen, I was just surprised. It had only been a few minutes but he had instantly raised the price.

"Fines listed in the contract. Turn around tonight twenty times, or you come to my apartment."

Arga gave me a piece of paper from his pocket. He went straight into the toilet.

The paper contained the address of his apartment. I crumpled the paper in my grasp, I've lost. Wherever he might want to withdraw the contract, so he asked for a twenty-fold fine so that I would surrender.

"Shahdu, what's wrong?"

I walked back and forth, looking at the face I used to think of as my brightest future.

Brother Wicak, I am very stupid and regret my actions. I got in the car and Mr. Wicak was next to me.

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I rang the bell of Arga's apartment. With a heavy heart and soul, I finally came to his dwelling. I was forced to keep my word because if I didn't, I would have to pay that twenty-fold fine.

The door opened, Arga stood in front of me with her face flat with no expression. He went straight in again without further ado or anything. It seems true, I only serve him on the bed.

Just stepping my legs, my body began to tremble at the sight of Arga's big bed, something very precious I had to take off up there.

"Lo can take a shower first. Keep changing clothes there."

His hands pointed to one of the rooms that had many glass cabinets.

"Lo's clothes are already there. Pick one and come quickly."

Arga sat leaning on the bed while playing mobile phone. I said, cleaning myself in the bathroom. I lingered inside, reflecting on the very wide glass, looking at my still-holy self. There are no tears, for he is finished weeping for my own foolishness.

When I finished, I went out and found Arga still with her phone. He didn't look at me. His gaze was only on his phone. I don't know why, maybe he's not really that tasteful to me.

I walked into the closet, opened the closet and my eyes were wide open.

"I-this is-real?" There are so many sexy clothes in it. Looks like he has prepared, or has this been used by the woman he rented before?

I picked up one that I thought could somewhat be called an outfit. Black in color, the chest is partially covered, but the bottom is very transparent.

I found the sexy shirt still in the furniture, which means it's new.

I put it on slowly, while watching my body in the big mirror. This shirt is so sexy. This outfit made my chest part rise and the curves of the body were perfect.

I am a little proud of my beautiful body. All this time I hid it in a rather loose outfit. The label of a prostitute makes me not dare to wear a short dress.

"Old!"

I flinched, Arga's voice so loud that it made the room echo.

I'm getting out slowly. Both of my hands were trying to close the sensitive part that could be seen straight away because the crazy clothes I was wearing didn't really cover it.

Arga looked at me with a normal face. Does he think I'm not beautiful? Or is my body not good? Oh, my God, what did I think?

I stood a meter in front of him still squawking on the bed.

"Sit here."

Arga's chin directed me to sit on the edge of the bed, next to it.

I slowly sat down, I deg-degan. I could also see the fingers that I was spinning shaking.

Arga leaned her body on me, then untied the hair on my head. He pulled my hair back.

Her hands stroked gently from the head all the way to the end of my hair that was on my waist.

"Lo's hair is good." Praise me, but it doesn't make me happy.

He stood in front of me, then took off his shirt to reveal his muscular belly.

"Let's we start." he said in a half-whispering tone and it made me tremble even more.

Seriate....

(Visual Art of Alexander)