I'M MAKING YOU SORRY
CHAPTER 22. MEETING WITH RICHARD

Mila brought two bottles of wine and 2 glasses for visitors to a nightclub in London. Actually Mila was surprised when the labor dealer gave her a job as a waitress at a nightclub. They had only said they would hire Indonesian workers as waitress only, without explaining in detail. Mila thought waitress in a shop, restaurant or mall. But it turns out waitress at the nightclub.

No matter what, the job is just a stepping stone. Actually Mila has a plan to escape from the labor dealer. Because from the beginning there were a lot of irregularities. The labor supply company is disposing of TKI illegally.

Mila put the bottle of wine and the glass on the table of 2 young men. The eyes of the two men did not look at Mila.

"Honey, accompany us to drink," said one of the men as he touched Mila's shoulder. They're Caucasian men who look terrible.

"No, thanks. I am working," Mila replied with a smile and prepared to leave.

"We will pay you dearly," the man pulled Mila's hand until she sat on the man's lap.

"I'm sorry. I don't want!" mila shouted furiously. Mila tried to get up from the lap of the man.

The man further tightened his hand holding Mila back from waking up. The man's lips kissed Mila's neck.

"Please let me go!" Mila elbowed the man's stomach until Mila escaped. The man grimaced. The boy's friend is now holding Mila back from leaving. Mila rebelled. The man hugged Mila while kissing Mila's cheek.

"Ha ha ha .. you won't be able to run baby!" the man muttered passionately.The man instead forcefully laid Mila on another table with his legs still dangling down. The other visitors seemed to not care. Because such a scene happens often, and it is considered privacy. No one else should interfere. Her friend swiftly held both hands of Mila, so that Mila could not dwell.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Mila continued to rebel. The man opened his belt and zipped his pants with a grinning smile.

Bugh!

Suddenly someone hit the man. The man staggered. His friend did not remain silent. He took over holding Mila. Mila was still trying to fight back by rebelling from the strangeness of the man.

A handsome man with a typical bulenya face back hit on the other man.

"Bastard! Don't like to force women!" yell that handsome man.

He got resistance from both men who felt disturbed by his pleasure.

The two men tried to gang up on the handsome man. The people in the nightclub were just watching. No one dared to break up. Fortunately, the handsome man managed to make two men Sangar fell hit by the handsome man.

"You guys out! You guys are just making trouble!"

Two tall men were firm enough to take the two men. They're nightclub security. They were taken out by force.

"Are you okay?" ask the handsome man to Mila.

"Yes, I am."

"Are you Asian?"

"Yes, I am Indonesian,"

"Really's? Introduce, I'm Richard," said the man, extending his hand to shake his hand.

Mila frowning. But then shook the man's hand back.

"I, Mila. Can you speak Indonesian?"

"I have a family in Indonesia. I was also born in India. In Jakarta. But I haven't been back to Indonesia in a long time" the man sat down. Followed Mila.

"Oh, so. Nice to meet you. Sorry, I'll stay first. I have to work" Mila said politely.

"Yes, please," replied the man named Richard.

Mila went on to work serving the nightclub visitors. Richard took a sip of his drink that he had not had time to drink.

Until early in the morning and the nightclub will close, Ricard just out of the nightclub. Mila, who was preparing to go home, found Richard standing leaning his body against the wall.

"Richard?"

"I'm waiting for you. I'll take you home" Richard said.

"No need. Thanks though. I used to go home by myself. I've got a cab, "Mila refused subtly.

"You can't refuse. I'll get my car first. You wait here" Richard insisted. Made Mila just sigh.

As Richard was picking up his car in the parking lot, Mila saw the silhouette of two people from a distance heading towards him. The darkness of the night made it unclear who they were. But Mila's instincts say that it was two men who were going to rape her last night at the nightclub.

Mila immediately walked over to Richard's car.

"I'll just get up from here. I'm afraid! It seems like there are two people who are going after me" Mila said.

Richard opened the car door from the inside. After Mila came in and sat down next to him, Ricard's car drove away from the Club that night.

Sure enough, from the rearview mirror, Richard saw a car following his car. Richard plugged the gas to make his car far away leaving the car behind. The car behind him did the same. There was a chase, which made Mila's stomach hurt.

Richard frantically saw Mila grimacing in pain while holding her stomach.

"Why you?" ask Richard.

"My stomach hurts! I'm pregnant" Mila replied.

Richard's surprised. He immediately searched for a safe place by outwitting the car behind him. Richard's car went into a dark alley. The car that was chasing him lost track, passing through the alley just like that.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

"Little."

"You're pregnant. But you work abroad. How come?" Richard's surprised.

"The labor supply company that sent me off seems like an illegal company. They are not strict in collecting files. They don't do any re-examination."

"Are you going to keep working at that nightclub?"

"I'll go out secretly. I'll find another job."

They both then fell silent.

"Did the father of your baby not forbid you to work? Pregnant people need to rest a lot. Especially getting pregnant in the first trimester" asked Richard.

Mila just kept quiet and didn't answer. Then Mila answered accompanied by a joke.

"We're in the process of getting divorced. But he raped me, "and then streamed Mila's story of her life before she left for London. Somehow Mila felt the trust to tell her life story to the man she just met.

"Sorry, it made you remember all that. Oh yeah, maybe it's safe now. I'll take you home" Richard said.

"Sorry, it's been a hassle. Your wife must have been waiting for you" Mila said.

Richard chuckles.

"I don't have a wife yet. I live alone in an apartment. There's my Mama's family in St. Ives. I go there if I miss my family" Richard was silent for a moment, like he was remembering something.

"Sometimes I feel jealous seeing my Uncle's family. He lived in harmony and peace with his wife and children. Not like my loving father. My father was influenced by my stepmother. It was only my grandfather who always stood up for me" he said.

"You're lucky, you still have a family. As for me, I have no family anymore. I live in this world" said Mila.

"You're a strong woman. I salute you, "thank you Richard.

"Thank you. I'm not as strong as you think I am. But my life is now for this baby. I have to be strong and tough to face anything" Mila said, stroking her stomach.

"All right, I'll take you home. Where's your residence?"

After traveling for an hour, the car stopped right in front of a beautiful small house.

"I lived there, rented a room to a couple of grandparents. I deliberately did not rent with other TKI friends. Because from tomorrow I'll find another job. So I chose to rent a room away from that nightclub,"

"alright. If you need my help, here's my business card. You can call me at any time" Richard handed me a business card.

"Thank you for your help. Thank you for helping me and taking me home, too" Mila said.

"Not to thank. I'm glad I did. Meeting Indonesians made me feel like I met my family. Good evening. Nice to meet you," Richard smiled.

"Good night. Nice to meet you too," Milapun waved his hand as Ricard's car passed from before him

The next day, Mila looks for work as Karl and Emma show (a pair of grandparents who Mila rented her room for). On their recommendation, Mila is accepted to work at a cake shop. Mila became a washer for used baking equipment. At least he got any job, which is important halal. Mila hopes that, as time goes by, she will get a better job.

Her age is two months. Fortunately, there were no significant complaints. Looks like the baby-to-be knows that her mother is fighting for her life. Nausea has gone away on its own. Even Mila felt her strength was getting stronger to work. Although her appetite is slightly reduced, but Mila tries to find other alternatives to foods that make her appetite.

In the afternoon, as Mila was walking home from work, a car followed her. The car honks beside him. Mila. Apparently Richard.

"Come in. You're home from work, right? I want to take you somewhere" Richard said.

"alright. But don't go home too late. I'm going to buy some food for Karl and Emma" Mila said.

"Who are they?"

"My parents are here,"

"Oh. Okay," Ricard opened the car door.

After entering and sitting next to Richard, Mila opened her bag. He took an object from his bag.

"Here, I bought it for you. I always carry it in my bag. As my thanks to you. Sorry just a little thing. But I hope you like it" Mila said, giving a car decoration. A cute doll to install on the car glass.

"Thank you" Richard replied. Richard put it on the windshield of his car. Mila smiled happily. Richard smiled as well. Then they continued their journey.

Ricard's car stopped at a luxury apartment. Richard invited Mila in. After taking the elevator on the 15th floor, Richard took her to his apartment.

"This is your apartment? Very beautiful interior," praise Mila amazed to see Richard's apartment. Richard just smiled.

"I brought you here on purpose. I'll cook you a special meal" Richard said, "You can watch TV or read a magazine, or go around looking at this apartment, too."

"Well, can you cook?" Mila rounded her eyes.

"Don't underestimate me! You'll get hooked later after eating my cooking,"

"Can. Who's afraid?" Mila smile.

Richard put on the afron, then into the refrigerator took the chicken and other cooking ingredients. Then go to the kitchen to cook. Mila sat on a living room sofa. The TV viewing room. Because it looks like the room is the center of activity of the apartment owner. Near the kitchen, there is a dining table that is not too big. Only for four people. The apartment also has two bedrooms. Simple but looks luxurious and elegant.

There was the sound of Richard cooking. Also the sound of cooking utensils clashing, breaking the silence of the apartment.

"Do you need my help, Richard?" ask Mila.

"No need. You're my guest. Just wait right there. If you want a drink, take it in the fridge" replied Richard.

Mila did not answer. He walked to where the refrigerator was. Open that fridge. There are many soft drinks, fruits and vegetables, as well as cooking ingredients.

"Richard, do you cook often? There's a lot of cooking in your fridge,"

"Yes, I often cook Indonesian dishes. Because it's a long way to go to an Indonesian restaurant" Richard replied as he continued cooking.

Mila took an orange drink. While drinking the bottle, Mila looked out the window of the apartment. View of London from Richard's apartment. After being satisfied to see the view from the window, Mila looked at the wall hangings and photos on the wall. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on a photo. It was like knowing someone in the picture.

"Richard! Whose picture is this?" ask Mila.

Richard placed the cooked dish on the dining table. He then came out of the kitchen area and approached Mila

"Which one? Oh that one. That's a picture of my Dad and my late mom when I was a kid. Well, if it's that photo, it's my picture with Grandpa when I graduated" Richard explained.

Mila is shocked to see Grandpa Richard's photo. Yeah who else if Grandpa Richard's picture is Mr. Edwin. And the picture of the man with little Richard is Mr. Brian.

"Why you?" asked Richard in surprise.

"Oh, it's okay" Mila replied nervously. Mila took her drink back.

Richard set the dining table. He put the plates, glasses and other cutlery. Not to forget the nasipun has been ready to be included in the rice bowl taken from the rice cooker.

"The trial is ready. Let's eat!" take Richard.

Mila followed Richard to the dining table. Richard shifted the chair to sit down Mila. After that, he sat down.

"Do you know what this cooking is?" ask Richard.

"Cremes fried chicken? Can you really cook? Indonesian Cuisine?" Mila was amazed.

Richard chuckled at Mila's reaction.

"Let's eat. Don't forget to give your judgment!"

Mila started chewing the fried chicken with her rice. Also lalap lettuce and sambel.

Mila rounded her eyes.

"Hows it? Yummy right?" asked Richard impatiently.

"Looky! It's so delicious, Richard! Like at home eating!" praise Mila.

Richard smiled happily. They continued to enjoy Richard's cooking. After feeling full, Mila drank, then walked to the sink, to wash her hands.

"Richard, are you really Ronald's brother?" mila asked suddenly after washing the dishes.

Richard who was drinking, almost choked. Fortunately, he stopped drinking.

TO BE CONTINUED

Translation of :

Honey, accompany us to drink\= Honey, accompany us to drink.

No, thanks. I am working\= No.Thanks. I'm working on it.

We will pay you dearly\= We will pay you dearly.

I'm sorry. I don't want\= Sorry, I don't want to.

you won't be able to run baby\= You won't be able to run baby.

Let me go\= Let me go.

Bastard's! Don't like to force women\= Bastard! Don't like to force women.

Sorry Readers, long up. I had activities with my family, it hurt. So it can only be up now even though it is still not healthy. I have no target if to the platform, just channel hobby writing. I just feel like I owe it to Readers if it's not up. Happy reading yes, do not get tired of following this story. And also give your Votes, comments, likes and gifts. Click Favorite on this book too! Thanks you!