My Honorary Owner
Mely Can Be Free

In a matter of weeks, one by one Mamih Rosa's business was hit by the authorities. The woman cannot wiggle. The brothel under the guise of the cafe was closed temporarily. Cleaning the place that was allegedly as a massage place plus it was secured by the authorities. All residents of the place were transferred to social services.

Mamih Rosa is still unknown where she is at this time. The woman is still hiding somewhere. Many butterflies complain. Three days they were in social service there was no income they made. Usually three nights only, they can earn around five to ten million rupiahs. Far away from this moment.

"Where the hell is it? Why don't you come here! Long time in this poor place I!" Oceh is a woman named Ocha. He threw the broom in his hand.

The ladies of the night get guidance at the social service. They were told not to return to doing something inappropriate for a woman. While still able to work they are directed at positive activities.

Being there is a disaster for some women at night. But not for Mely, the woman felt grateful to be there. Although he no longer earned a large income like the others complained. At least he felt relieved to be free from Mamih Rosa.

Mely continued her work. No matter what kind of upset Ocha's ramblings have to stay there. Mely cleaned the dirty glass from the dust seriously without saying much. He seemed to enjoy his new activity. Stay calm and keep improving while in the Social Service.

"Melyana Azizah," called someone as she walked over to the crowd of women who were working to clean the hall.

Mely who was at the end of the room did not hear the call on her behalf.

"Who is Melyana Azizah?" shouted Social Service Officer. He called Mely Azizah's name out loud.

"Mel, your name is called tuh!" Said Rere, a night woman who was also there with Mely and the others.

"Gue?" Mely pointed to herself.

"Yes, noh! Listen up!"

Mely stopped her work. He immediately sharpened his hearing.

"Again her name is Melyana Azizah, come forward!" The Social Service officer shouted back.

"I, Sir!" Mely raised her hand. He walked up to the officer.

"Huh ... So having ears tuh dipake is not just a display!" Sindir Ocha on Mely cynical. The two of them never got along.

Mely was lazy to argue this time, she just let Ocha babble as she wanted. Mely followed the officer who called her.

"What's up, Mely called. He wants to be released from here. It's really nice of him, but how can it be?" said Rere makes Ocha hot to hear it.

"Where could he be free! Who wants to convince him! Want to be told to clean up somewhere else? Or take maen with the officer?" chirps Ocha.

Some of them just shook their heads at Ocha's cynical remarks to Mely. Ocha, the talkative, jutek and scathing-mouthed night woman to fellow brothel dwellers. So not a few who refuse to be with Ocha. They would rather avoid than be close to such a woman.

Mely was so shocked when she saw Bagas sitting inside the room alone.

"Is this the man you're looking for, sir?" ask the officer to Bagas.

"Yes, he's the one!" answer Bagas briefly while standing up then approach Mely.

"Are you okay?" Bagas stroked Mely's cheeks slowly and gently.

The warm swabs from the man's palm made Mely feel safe and comfortable. Mely closed her eyes while nodding her head. Imbibed with the warmth that flowed from the touch of Bagas.

"Yes, Mom! I'm fine!"

"Now come with me out of this place!" Mely looked up at Bagas.

"I'm serious! I have prepared a place to stay for you! In accordance with the promise I made. Stay with me, I'll take all my life and your family!"

Mely was so happy to hear that. But his face immediately turned sad as he remembered something. "What about your wife, Mom!" ask Mely.

"He's still on medication. My wife is still overseas! Take it easy, I'm not taking you to my house. But to the house I bought specifically for you!" Bagas looked at Mely in the hope that Mely would come with him.

Mely hugged the old man. No matter the officers in front of them. For Mely he was relieved that someone would take responsibility for his life. Age he did not think the most important thing his life was guaranteed.

Mely asked Bagas to wait for her for a while. He asked for time to say goodbye to his comrades in the brothel first.

"Mel, tell me you're the same sugar dady, can you not take a friend to get out of here? Get out of me, Mel!" pinta Rere as Mely prepares to tidy up her belongings.

"Sorry, Re! It's not my will. I'm also not good to say the same Bagas," said Mely.

Rere looked uninspired by Mely's departure from there, then sat here on the bed.

"Lu go, who am I, Mel?" lamented Rere.

Mely smiled and sat down next to Rere. "Gue is sure that after this your life will be better. My advice is equally yours, Re. while still being able to find halal work, do it! Don't fall into the same hole. We should be better going forward." Mely gave Rere advice.

"Lu the delicious there's your nebus from here. Who would want to help me!" chirps Rere.

"Re, sure. Here are many lessons and directions you can learn. Back to Re's life! Don't you think, my life will be good because there's a poach me from here. I'm not sure my life in the future can go well with him. He's a man's husband, right now I can only depend on him. Because he's willing to bear the burden of my mother's life and treatment, Re! I accept, despite being the second and being the filler of the naps only. I accept, It's in line with what he's going to give me and my family. I never thought about my own feelings. I cape, Re became a woman who touched many men." at length Mely revealed her heart.

Mely and Rere finally hugged. "May you be happy with the life path you took, Mel!" said Rere.

"Thank's, Re! You also hope we can live better."

Rere nodded slowly. Then Mely came out of the bedroom provided by the Social Service. A room inhabited by ten people. They had to jostle and share a place in the room. Finally, Mely can be free from Social Service and Mamih Rosa.

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