Trapped in the Love of Head Thugs
Inside Headquarters

Nilan immediately pulled away, even though this extremely slender Tesla arm remained at his waist. Nilam looked around; his forehead became wrinkled. Clearly, here was definitely not his boarding room, let alone Tesla's.

"Actually where the hell am I? Why am I here?"

Suddenly he remembers the events of last night: kidnapped Furqon, threatened, even nearly shot. However, Tesla came later to shoot Furqon in the head. The last Nilan remembered before fainting was a self-suffering scream.

Nilan was horrified, as Tesla had killed before his eyes without hesitation; goosebumps, remembering the satisfaction seen in Tesla's eyes, when Furqon died; unexpectedly, he said, it turns out that the father of the baby is a criminal, even lying together now.

"Oh my God ...."

Nilan hurried to get up; swerving, to get out of the arms of Tesla who was asleep like a rock. His bare feet touched the floor. He realized that his body was not wearing a dress last night, but wearing a long-sleeved Flannel shirt, so that the hands were almost covered. Flannel is up to half a thigh long, and it smells like Tesla. However, she did not want to imagine who changed her dress.

"Damn it!" murmured, slowly.

Now that she raised her hand to shut her mouth, Marena suddenly had her stomach wrapped around. He crossed the room, opened the door quickly, hoping to enter the bathroom. He heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of the toilet bowl, so immediately bowed in front of him; vomiting, even though the stomach was very empty.

"Amazing morning!"

However, he felt that someone was pushing his head. Since it was only him and Tesla in this room, it must have been Tesla, he thought.

Tesla collected Nilan's hair and then lifted it. One of his hands caressed Nilan's back.

"Why are you, Ice Cream?" ask Tesla, slowly.

Nilan was on the floor. Without a word, he just nodded.

Tesla then removed Nilan's hair; stood up; closed the tap, then knelt in front of Nilan. He gave me a glass of water and a toothbrush.

Nilan immediately accepted. With shaky legs, he stood up. Tesla held his hand then supported.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face. He peeked at the face in the mirror, staring in wonder because his eyes were like Panda— eyes because the eyliner last night had not been removed. He then dried his face with a towel, which Tesla had just given him.

"Ni boy abis killed people last night, but now can care so much. Wonder me."

Now, Nilan is groggy and confused about what to do; afraid because he does not know what else Tesla will do. However, he was relieved that there was no longer any threat. Now, half of him is overwhelmed by Tesla's excessive concern, as well as worry because Tesla is a member of thugs. She had never dreamed before that the father of her baby was the chief.

"I think I'm sick of being pregnant" replied Nilan.

He folded the towel; placed it on the table, then turned to face Tesla. They were already excited to discuss something.

"Okey" Tesla replied.

He didn't say much, not even an expression on his face. However, his jaw hardened, indicating that he was holding back anger.

Nilan leaned against the counter, watching Tesla leaning against the door. Tesla's arms were crossed on his bare chest. He saw Tesla's stomach, which looked like a washing board.

"Gini," Tesla said as he looked at Nilan, while Nilan immediately gulped, "everything is like this because you are not honest with me, so the bastard kidnapped you."

Nilan bowed, unwilling to answer. His tenacity let Tesla know that he had no intention of telling.

"Why don't you tell me that you're pregnant with my son!? Don't be selfish, Lan."

Nilan looked up loudly then stared at Tesla sharply.

Raising his forehead, "Emang! I am not being selfish! I just want to protect my son from people like you!" he exploded, "and it turns out that you both want to sleep on*****the same!"

If the gaze could kill, Nilan would have definitely died on the spot. Tesla's face turned dark; jaws clenched; hands clenched. Nilan now stepped back; though convinced that Tesla had not hit, his body still shivered with cold eyes.

"You don't know anything, Lan," Tesla responded, as if ice-cold covered his voice.

Nilan did not have time to answer, because Tesla immediately turned around and walked out of the room.

'Shelf!!!'

Nilan was shocked to hear the sound of the door slamming.

*

It's been an hour, Tesla hasn't returned. Nilan wanted to ask for a cell phone, because she thought, someone must have changed her clothes last night. He wanted to call Hasmi, for fear of being worried, especially wanting to go home and now not knowing where; thinking that Wili would know and be able to pick him up home, let alone be very hungry now, let alone already very hungry, and want to eat a burger.

Nilan wiped out the Tesla room, but found no cell phone at all. Finally, he decided to leave the room; tinkering with the closet, to find underwear, because he did not want to go out with pajamas. So, he chose black sports pants, but the length, so it should be folded. Now he brushed his hair and left the room.

Heart's pounding. Her eyes widened. This house looks strange in his eyes. He did not want to glance everywhere, as the man in black clothes scattered in the hallway, attracting his attention.

He bit his lips, nervously seeing them all holding weapons.

"Oh my God, are they all thugs? I want to go back to Tesla's room! It feels safer there."

"Sister!"

Nilan almost jumped, apparently a man was approaching.

"Is yes?"

"Boss said, Brother's breakfast is ready."

"Huh ...?"