Perverted : Terror!
Strangest

"You why Gita? Why is your face flushed?" Say Mr. Dito gently while still playing around with the tip of my hair.

"Anu. sir. uh.."

"Srstttt.."

"Don't sir. Mangaaan..." My words are no longer able to do anything. That hand continued to gently hold both of my cheeks that had already flooded with tears. Mr. Dito just kept kissing my hair with his hands. The shadow of bad things kept floating around in my mind. I'mfrightened..

"Nobody's ever treated you like this." Ask mr. Dito lirih. I just shook my head. My mouth can no longer answer. Only crying came out from both of my lips. He took my right hand. He looks at my fingers carefully.

"This..this is your ring??" Ask mr. Dito.

"D-g-yes." I answered while looking down.

Suddenly, Mr. Dito stayed away from me. He turned around and turned back to me. He stood still for quite a while. Ehh.. Is this over? Thank goodness I could run away from here. Lord please help me. hikss...

"You can come out now, Gita." Said Mr. Dito suddenly. The words that relieved me were like being detached from the bond that had long shackled tightly to my neck.

"Wait what else?" Suddenly Mr. Dito came up to me again and...

"Do I need..." Said Mr. Dito whispering softly in my ear. Her cold breaths really made me helpless. His grin was handsome but also deadly!

After rushing out of the room as quickly as possible, I immediately ran towards my room. There I was crying so much. It doesn't matter if someone hears. Stupid fuck! I've only been working two weeks, but, I've been almost victimized by my own employer. I'm sure it might happen again and again. And it could be worse. No one cares about that. Everyone seems to have no sense here.

Tokk. tokk..

"Not in the keys!" I answered half screaming.

Cklekk... Krriyet..

"Simbok hear, from the kitchen there is a sound of crying. Didn't think what. It turns out you are nduk. What's wrong with cah ayu? Why are you crying like this?" Tanya mbok Yem turned into a calm. But I still feel scared due to her treatment just a moment ago. The pain of the clutch of his nails still feels imprinted. I just looked at her haggardly.

"lho.. sim-shimbok where are you going?" I asked who saw the symbols so neat with shirts and skirts. Not as usual.

"Lho.k was just a symbol from the market. Just tell you to go upstairs, the symbol runs out immediately to the market to shop in the same anter as Hadi. It's a new symbol for coming home." Reply mbok Yem while fanning his face with a cardboard tear that he brought.

"Lhoo. but I saw the symbol here." I said.

"Hush. ngawur! Where might be the symbok here. Continue to be cymbok here, who brings groceries in the market? A ghost??" Firmly mbok Yem while laughing.

"Lhoo.. Keep that one here..."

"lha you know, keep going.. What the hell is going on? Be confused yourself." Sahut mbok Yem scratching his head that does not feel itchy.

"Udah is not to be thought of. You if you miss the house, tomorrow the permission is the same sir dito nduk. Who knows, you can go home. Uda cup.. Don't cry anymore.." Said Mbok Yem stroking my hair lovingly.it looks like my own symbol.

Hearing Dito's words, my memory turned back again to the back. Tears that have dried up a little, spilled back as much as possible. I cried again as it happened again while hugging Mbok Yem. Between sadness, anxiety and fear alternately filled my mind. Maybe this time I was lucky but who knows tomorrow..

"Eh boy bloated. earlier already diem now even more crying." Chirps mbok Yem. A slightly comforting curse strangely about the events I experienced.