Part 2

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The sound of drizzling rain accompanied the quiet atmosphere of this room.

The handsome man with a flat expression was silent for a long time.

Until at some point he opened his voice again.

"I've been to this place quite often. However, before that I only ordered a drink. That old woman always offered me various beautiful women. I'm not interested, and neither are you. I wasn't interested in spending so much money for a lowly woman in the first place," he explained.

"I'm not that kind of woman, sir. I don't know about this place. I'm from the countryside, I never imagined entering such a despicable valley," I said with tears in my eyes.

"I don't believe it," he denied.

"It's up to you if you don't believe me. If you're not interested in me, then please let me go!"

"My money won't come back once it's in that greedy woman's hands."

I fell silent again. The amount this man had spent was indeed a lot.

500 million, how could I compensate him to let me go without touching me at all.

"Come with me!"

He pulled my hand roughly. I was dragged along as he quickly opened the exit door.

Without daring to ask many questions, the man and I reached Mami Mery.

"Mr Abraham, is there a problem?" Mami asked.

"Yes. I don't like the room available here. You know who I am, don't you? I'm going to take Luka out to find a decent luxury hotel for me to stay in," he said.

"You can't, Mr Abraham. Luka is new here. He has been the target of my guests. Mr Abraham is lucky enough to have made the first booking. By the time you're done, the others will be ready to queue. So I cannot allow Luka to leave this area."

I took a deep breath. What a sadistic and horrifying statement from Mami Mery.

"I will pay another 500 million to increase my time with Luka. Surely Luka's price won't be that high after being separated from me, right? If you don't agree, then it's fine with me. Return all the money I gave you earlier. I leave Luka to you. Feel free to give him to someone else," said the man whose name turned out to be Abraham.

He was also cruel. I was getting scared now.

What if Mummy really returned the money, and gave me to another man?

All those present looked scary with their bulging bellies and scary faces. Unlike the handsome Mr Abraham. I felt a little safer with him, because he could still be talked to without directly touching me.

"Mr Abraham is in control when it comes to money. Please take Luka! Don't forget to return it. The time is only two days. If it's longer, the fee will increase. Remember, Mr Abraham, I have enough spies. Don't cheat!" threatened Mummy.

"Okay."

I finally breathed the free air outside.

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In the car.

"Where are we going, sir?" I asked.

"To my apartment," he replied.

"I don't want to go back to that place, sir. Let me stay with you forever, sir."

"That's impossible. I'll go bankrupt if I pay that old woman so much every day."

"No need to pay anymore, sir. I'm free now. Let me make up the money by working for you for the rest of my life, sir."

Mr Abraham didn't budge.

Until the clock ticked down. Thirty minutes had passed.

Mr Abraham's car stopped at a luxurious building. I got out with trembling legs.

Could this man be trusted?

What if he did the deed once he was inside?

What's more, he had paid me a sum that in my lifetime would never reach that amount even if I continued to work in the fields.

Ah, I just surrendered everything to the almighty.

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My name is Luka. Mum said I should never be afraid of the pain of being hurt again. Because I myself am Luka.

With my guts already shrunk, I stepped into the room of the luxurious apartment with amazing facilities that made me so amazed.

Brak!

I jumped in surprise when the door was closed so roughly by Mr Abraham.

My lips tasted as I swallowed bitter saliva.

"You're going to be the new problem in my life," Mr Abraham said flatly.

I stared at him for a long time. He didn't even seem interested in my beauty at all.

Thankfully, at least I was a little more relieved.

"Sorry, sir. I promise not to be troublesome, sir."

"Hah! You've even troubled me," he sneered.

I cleared my throat softly. I didn't know what else to do. Going back to the village wasn't a good solution. That damned Mr Handoko would surely find me back there.

The only safe haven was Mr Abraham. I really hoped for his generosity to be willing to shelter me even as his slave.

The ringing of Mr Abraham's mobile phone distracted me.

"Hello! What, not coming home again? That's outrageous!"

I don't know who the man was talking to. However, he looked angry and upset.

He immediately threw the mobile phone in his hand until it broke.

My eyes rounded at the sight of such an expensive object being damaged.

The next second Mr Abraham grabbed both my shoulders roughly. "Tell me what I'm lacking? Tell me!"

My eyes closed as the voice loudly shouted at a very close distance. My heart was beating fast.

My eyes met those piercing eyes, but there was a deep sadness in them.

What exactly was Mr Abraham going through?

"What's wrong, sir?" I asked bravely.

Slowly the man moved away from me and began to knead his own thick hair.

"I already have a wife," he said sadly.

"So?" I asked again.

"Her name is Jelita. A beautiful woman who was arranged by my parents. I fell in love with her at first sight. So did she. However, to this day Jelita still can't change her bad habits. Every night she still likes to go out and hang out until late. It's not uncommon for Jelita to come home drunk. That's why I visit that cursed place to forget my frustration, anger, sadness, and even disappointment," said Mr Abraham.

I was silent. Apparently his life problems were quite complicated. Plus meeting me, it was bound to get even more complicated.

"Have you talked to your wife? Maybe she'll listen," I said.

"It's useless. Jelita says she won't stop whatever she likes. I keep giving in, because to this day my feelings are still too deep for her."

In the middle of discussing his wife, the bell suddenly rang.

Mr Abraham seemed reluctant to open the door. I finally stood up to see who was coming.

I was stunned to see a tall, slender woman standing there with eyes ready to pounce.

Plak!

"Argh!" I screamed as a slap landed on my cheek.

"Jelita, stop it!" scolded Mr Abraham.

It turned out that the beautiful woman who slapped me was Mr Abraham's wife.

"Whore! How much do you get paid to satisfy my husband's lust?" shouted Mr Abraham's wife.

I cried as I held my stinging cheek.

"That's enough, Jelita! You misunderstood me."

"Did you misunderstand me? I realise that I can rarely serve you. But that doesn't mean you're free to fornicate outside!"

"Well, don't you hate being forbidden too, Jelita? I'm a normal man, so it's only natural that I look for other entertainment when you can't fulfil your obligations as a wife."

Madame Jelita gasped. Tears streamed down her pretty face.

"Go home, Jelita! I'll see you in the morning. Let me be with another woman tonight," said Mr Abraham.

Madame Jelita burst into tears. In the next second she hugged Mr Abraham tightly.

"No, sir. I'm not going home alone. You must come with me."

I was moved by the scene before me. Ibu Jelita seemed to love Mr Abraham very much. Yet, why did she still prefer to be out of the house rather than accompanying her husband at home?

Ah, I don't know.