"Who is that Ga?" asked Meta, who managed to make Yoga remember if his wife did not know that until now, he still uses bodyguards in doing his job.
"Oh, no. Just Friends," he replied, grinning. "We'll discuss this in my room," he said then, stood up, and said goodbye to the three women who were there.
"So the boss is really good, huh? You need anything, you just need to order, so, okay," said Miss Tanti.
"That's why Miss, hurry up and find a boss boy."
"You bastard. I'm not as pretty, and as sexy as Meta!" said Miss Tanti who managed to make Meta smile widely.
*****
Again, Almira was crying, as if shivering from the cold, she continued walking down the highway that she didn't even know where she was now. While wiping her tears roughly, she turned to several street food vendors. No, she didn't care about the strange looks people gave her. But she was looking at the food that was there. Her stomach was hungry, and she had not eaten for several days, and that made her unable to resist the temptation to look at the menus of the food there, however, what could she do? She didn't have a penny, all she could do was keep walking even though her stomach was twisting like crazy.
"Girl, why are you walking alone in the middle of the road like this? Here, I will accompany you, I will warm your body. I will buy you expensive clothes," a man sitting in one of the stalls teased Almira, making Almira look frightened. She immediately ran as hard as she could away from there while still holding her ears. No, she didn't want to be rotated by bad boys again. She just wants to go home, well... She just wants to go home, and she's not going anywhere!
After she walked some distance, Almira's footsteps slowed, when a sports car pulled up and stopped right in front of her. There was a hope that the figure in the car would help her, but she was also afraid that the figure in the car was an order from that savage boss. However, when Almira looked at the figure that got out of the car, she looked dumbfounded. The figure of a woman with her curly hair down, in her expensive clothes, came out from there while taking off her dark glasses. Seeing that figure, Almira's tears immediately fell, and her breath caught in a very real way.
Meta seemed to be busy looking at the street, how could she not be busy? In fact, even when she focused on driving her car, she wasn't sure what time she could get to the apartment. While slightly bored, and sighed many times, her eyes caught a figure walking on the side of the road. A figure with messy hair, and only wearing a shirt. In fact, when the sleeves of her shirt were lifted, the figure's buttocks appeared in a tangible way.
At first, Meta thought the figure was an ordinary lunatic, but when she took a closer look, it didn't seem to be. Her body was white and clean, still looked really well-groomed, and from the shirt, she was wearing, it was clear that it was still clean. Was the figure running away or something?
Meta then pulled over from the car, to make sure who it was, in the car, there was a dress that Yoga had just bought for her, maybe she could give it to that person first. However, when she got out of the car, she seemed to be surprised by the fact that the figure was Almira. A figure who until this moment is being wanted by the police, a figure who is still one of the most hated people in the world.
Seeing that it was Meta, Almira seemed to throw away all her pride and all the bad things she had ever done to Meta. In fact, she did not hesitate to approach Meta and then put on a look of pity.
"Met, I beg you to help me, Met. Take me away from here, Met. I beg you," Almira begged, holding Meta's hands. "I... I promise I will never forget your kindness. I promise I will thank you very much if you want to help me this time, Met. I beg you," she whined again.
Hearing this, Meta seemed to smile bitterly. Her eyes were glazed now, how could it be, how could there be someone like Almira? Who really had no shame, in simply asking for help from the person she even wanted to try to kill? And even that incident is still very fresh in Meta's brain. Even the wound she had received from the girl in front of her had not completely dried.
Slowly, Meta let go of Almira's hand, then she looked at Almira with her cruel gaze.
"You asked me for help? And you wouldn't forget my kindness if I helped you?" said Meta, laughing, then she crossed her arms and looked at Almira. "What do you think I am? What do you think I am that you can easily ask me for help? You think with all the crimes you have committed against me, can I easily help you, forget all your crimes, and forgive you? Sorry, I'm not the main character in the soap opera. The one who can even forgive people who have done wrong to them easily. Even though my stomach hurts, it still hurts every time I remember your and Vera's names!" Meta snapped, Almira seemed silent, then she rubbed the tears that were dripping down her cheeks. "I will also never forget the crime you have committed, Mir. Do you think the crime you have committed to me was only once, twice? No, Mir, but often! How many times when we were in middle school did you commit a crime? side of my bag!" Meta seems to be crying, as she remembers the evil events that Almira had done in the past.