Oh Arunika
The Helper (2)

Arunica

“Hei, Man. Is this how you treat women?” mr. Juna sounded furious.

“Not your business! So don't interfere! Come!” The thug pulled my hair back violently making me grimace.

“Unfortunately this woman has business with my mother.” Mr. Juna glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. “He should have arrived 1 hour ago. You guys have made my mom wait that long.”

This Thug Boss clicked his tongue and then grinned. “I don't care about your mom or your dad. This girl is having important needs with our boss. So don't waste our time talking about your family. Come!” the hardship while pulling my hair back strongly made me hiss in pain. There really is no human heart on this one.

“I don't have time to talk to you either. Sir!” call Mr. Juna to someone dressed in security, standing not far from where we are. I suddenly realized that I was in front of the housing complex of Bu Ranti.

“I-iya, Mr Juna?” answer the guard as he ran closer.

“Please give me the nearest police station number. I have to make a report to the police that their citizens are being persecuted like this.”

“Ta-but, Sir.” Security seems doubtful. He glanced at the thug whose hand never escaped from my hair restlessly. I repeatedly pleaded with him to give me mercy to remove my hair, but he did not.

A moment Mr. Juna also glanced at this pesky thug*n. He scanned his appearance. “What are you afraid of these people?” tanyanya.

“Iy-eh, no, Sir.”

“Bapak Agus how is this? He works as a security which means security. So it is your duty to give a sense of security to those around you who are oppressed like this woman.” Mr. Juna's view on security is not out of thought. “Father knows not this woman?”

“I-iya, I know Neng Aru.” Agus said slowly.

“Nah, know again. But why did Mr Agus only see him treated like this?” Mr. Juna shook his head and glanced at the hands of this damned thug who had not yet removed my hair. I really feel that a lot of my hair has been removed from the skin. “Come, Mr. Agus. Give me that police station number!” pinta Pak Juna firmly signs that he is not bluffing these thugs.

“I-iya, Sir. I'll get it in post.” The security guard then rushed to his guard post.

“Listen, Honored Master. I don't want to deal with you because neither you nor I have any interests. So you better go and we also go.”

Mr. Juna did not respond, he looked at Mr. Security who was stepping quickly while opening the contents of a small book in his hand, maybe looking for the number of the police station.

“This, Mr. Juna.” The security guard handed over the booklet while pointing to its contents. Mr. Juna then took out his mobile phone from his pocket to make Bang Thugs click the tongue omens upset.

“No need to contact the police!” The damn thug@n instantly loosened his grip from my hair and pushed me strong almost to fall.

“Bang, don't be. I don't have that kind of money,” my door in terror. But my words were not heard by them.

“Where are you going? Are you going to my mom's house?” Mr. Juna's voice seized my attention which was still staring at the traces of the shadow of the thugs earlier.

“Iya, Sir.” I smoothed a face filled with sweat and tears. And also hair that is no longer tied. I don't know where the strap fell.

“Iya already, we go together to my mother's house.”

“No need, sir,” reject me in a frustrated voice because of the complexity of thinking about how to pay the debt. 15 Million debt I can not afford, what if it has to be doubled.

“Do you want to see them again?”

Finally I agreed to come with Mr. Juna to the house of Ms. Ranti. Like he said, it could be that these thugs are still around here asking me.

Not to forget I also put my favorite bike into the luxury car Pak Juna. Luckily he didn't refuse my ugly bike with me, given the terrible condition of my bike.

Along the way I just stared out the car window. I've been trying to keep the tears from falling. But the problem I'm facing is huge.

I tried to get help from my friends at the factory. But no one can help me lend me that much money. I should have understood because the wages of the laborers are not much. Just enough to pay for daily expenses and necessities.

Without realizing it, we arrived. Lucky during the trip Mr. Juna did not speak or ask. He just kept quiet.

“Thank you very much sir, has given me a ride and has also saved me from these people,” I said with gratitude while bowing my body. I really do not know what my fate would be if Mr. Juna had not come earlier. They could have really sold me.

“Iya, equally.”

“Pak, please do not tell my mother or Miss Ranti about what happened earlier. I beg you, Mr.” I cupped my hands together in my chest, hoping to be full for Mr. Juna to grant my request. I don't want you to be sad thinking about this debt. I just hope that soon someone kind enough will help me.

Having not received an answer, I raised my face to look at Mr. Juna. The handsome man looks to be knitting eyebrows.

Then not long later he answered briefly, “Iya.” Mr. Juna turned around and prepared to enter the house.

“Juna's... Aru... You guys came together?”