Perverted : Terror!
Juragan House
The night wind was calm. Cold begins to creep slowly palpate the joints of the body. Tonight also my steps swayed slowly towards the goal. Through the dark and thick of the night. The drizzling point that began to fall accompanied every footstep of my steps that had started to feel exhausted. If only I had a vehicle, at least the bike would not feel this tired. Why not just take the ojek? Yes, of course the cost problem. I don't have much money right now. Of course it would be better if I took a little trouble to save money. Want to ask for help, the senses also feel sad. I owe him a lot, after all.
After more than an hour of walking. I also arrived at a house that looks very bright. I don't know how many watts of lights he put in. The house seemed to shine in the middle of the village that the distance from one house to another was quite tenuous.
Tingg... bark... tingggg...
"Where is that aunt. Real long. It was cold to my body. Where is drizzle again. Huff.brr..." I complained after almost 5 minutes waiting for the owner of the house that did not come out. Until a few moments later...
"Yes for a minute!" A cry sounded comforting to me.
It didn't take long Aunt Yani came out wearing only thin pajamas. Again, a really fun outfit! My inner. Indeed, if you look around aunt Yani is indeed quite beautiful compared to women her age. But it must also be due to treatment. Try it if not, it will also look peot and wrinkles everywhere. Hahaha...
"Tante thinks you're not coming. What's your name? Forgot aunt." Said aunt Yani.
"I'm aunty Gita. Hehehe. Sorry tan. I found him very malemic. So disturb aunt's sleep." I said a little.
"Yes it's okay. Come on let's go inside." Bring Aunt Yani friendly.
"Yes aunty." My answer.
We both entered the house that I had visited this afternoon. Until I was escorted by Aunt Yani to the guest room. He's really nice and friendly. Maybe I was the one who thought too negatively about him. I feel bad for myself. duh duh duh.
"You go to sleep first. Later if you need anything you just look for mbak inah. He slept in the back room. Aunt lives first. Ee... What was your name? Aunt forgot again." Aunt Yani's.
"My name is Gita aunt. Thanks yeah. I feel bad." My word.
"It's okay. Don't have to think. Aunt stay with Gita." The reply.
"Yes aunty." A moment later Aunt Yani actually left me alone in a room that was quite large for me.
This room is even wider than the living room and my room in the house there. Hehe. In a short time, I finally put myself on such a soft bed. Well, this is really my first experience sleeping in a rich man's house. It feels very comfortable. When can I be like this? Ah, just imagine first. Hehe. Now it's time to go to bed because tomorrow it's time for me to pursue a more realistic dream. Good night my symbok, pray I always ya mbok.
Hour 05:33
The sound of the crow alternately welcoming each other to the sun. The sun's rays are not yet perfectly visible. Only a thin line perched on the eastern horizon. But unlike the previous days, in this slightly dark morning I had to rush to race against time. The car from the coach who will be driving me has arrived since 3 o'clock. Pretty surprising actually. Why is this Dito sir not waiting for the morning or a bit of a mess? Moreover, he was impressed to look rushed. Hmmmm.
"Hurry up put it in all the cars. Oh.iya Yan's. Thanks yeah. I'll transfer to your account." Said Mr. Dito greeting Aunt Yani who is still leaning on the doorstep. Aunt Yani still looks as sleepy as I am.
"Hoaammm.... Yes mas. You're welcome." Reply aunt Yani.
Cklekk...
The sound of the subtle roar of the car Mr. Dito splitting the sepinya village that is still quiet of activity. High-statured man with a thin brew that adorns his face firmly in a mix with a sharp nose and white skin looks very perfect. Even in the eyes of a normal woman, Mr. Dito really looks very charming. Her stature was really like the TV artist I used to watch. Haha.
"Oh..iya, what was your name on the deck?" Asked Mr. Dito suddenly broke my daydream.
"I. I'm Gita sir." Answer shy.
"Have you told Yani what your job will be?" Ask Mr. Dito back.
I just shook my head because I was so happy to hear the salary that can be obtained, I myself forgot to ask what my job will be.
"Hehehe. You will help me in my house. Take out the grass, wash the car, whatever it is. Anyway, you'll be there just as easily. Later whatever is asked to my wife you just run." Obviously Mr. Dito smiling.
"Ohh. yes sir. I understand." My answer.
"If the salary problem, I can only pay you 3 jt/month. How's it? If the problem of a raise, I will assess for myself how your work in the future. For the first week, I count as training first." Bright sir Dito again.
"Yes sir. I want sir." My words are so happy. Hearing the word 3jt really makes me excited again. Unimagined as much money if I give it to the symbol, surely he will be very happy.
"Well, if you miss your house, you can go home once a month. I give you three days off if you want to go home. You should also be able to work with my other employees at home. The point is if you want a holiday permit, you have to replace each other. And let's hope you're at home, Gita, and then there's something you need to know.." Said mr. Dito.
"what is it sir?"
"emm. ahh. have forgotten it. it is not important." replied Dito, smiling.
"Yes sir. I will work with all my heart. Hehe." I said with a big smile.
"Oh but.., there's one rule from me that you can't even break!"
"What is that sir?" Askaqua.
The face of Mr. Dito immediately changed drastically. From the original cheerful and very friendly to be sharp and very cold. The mouth that had just been embedded with a dazzling smile had now turned into a grin that made me intimidated. He smiled with his eyes fixed in front of the road we were going through. There were hate veins in his eyes. What's wrong with this guy? My mind is in my heart.
"Ahh.we have arrived. Come on Gita we're down. Let me introduce you to my wife." Said Mr. Dito without even looking at me.
Without feeling it, we really have arrived at a very large house. This could even be called a palace rather than a house. When entering, I was presented with a magnificent gate that was ready to welcome anyone who visited. A fairly large yard with a banyan tree that waded in shade. Even if I could tell you, it's a lot bigger than Aunt Yani's house. But the difference, Mr. Dito's house even though impressed like a long wake, but the beauty really can not be denied anymore. Although I am not an architect, but at least I know this house like a typical building in the wake of the Dutch era. With large windows displayed in front of the house. A large wooden carved door that was nearly two meters high was possible. The building that I could only see on TV-TV was now clearly visible in front of my own eyes. Like something's stuck here, what is this feeling exactly? why after arriving, I even feel uncomfortable when I am here? Like. like... There are eyes that are always watching...