The Price of Sainthood
Male Nose Belong

Dante attached his earlobe to a door that was tightly closed, hoping to hear the sound caused in there. Instantly the 22-year-old man snorted in annoyance after realizing something. She could hear nothing, while the room inside was soundproof.

Dante let out a long sigh while thinking of a way. However, he must know the activities that occur in the room of the hotel room.

Suddenly at the end of the hall he saw a woman with neatly-picked hair appear with a trolley. That's a hotel officer. It looks like the uniform he wears.

Dante pretends to receive a call from his phone so as not to arouse suspicion. Apparently the hotel employee stopped right in front of the next room door. The woman knocked on the door, and soon the door opened from the inside.

Suddenly Dante got the idea of the incident. After the hotel employee left, he began his action by knocking on the door and claimed he was a hotel employee.

Justright. As the door opened from within, a middle-aged man who had started to gray, appeared from within.

"Who are you?"

Without answering the confused man, Dante pushed him without warning. He barged in without permission to see the situation inside.

Dante's blood instantly boiled at the sight before him. The girl with the status of her boyfriend was on the bed without a thread.

The white girl was flirting. He reflexively pulled the blanket to cover his innocent body to the chest, then looked at Dante while shaking his head.

"Dante. I can explain everything."

"Enough! I don't want to hear anything from you!"

Meanwhile outside the hotel, a long-spirited girl appears to be standing in front of a five-star hotel after getting off an online motorcycle taxi that has dashed away.

Standing glued, he stared doubtfully at the skyscraper. His cold sweaty hands involuntarily squeezed tightly onto the small bag strap he had sled on his right shoulder.

His mind goes back to war between entering or returning home. However, his steps had gone so far as to bring the body here, and it seemed like all his efforts would be in vain if he decided to change his mind.

Call her Alisha. A twenty-year-old girl who only has a mother as her only family. I don't know where the father went. All this time his mother could only cry whenever the whereabouts of the man she questioned.

Alisha who was worried was jumped when the phone in her bag suddenly rang. Eagerly, he reached into the flat object in order to answer the call immediately.

"Hello, Sen," she opened the conversation.

"Where is it?" ask the girl across the phone named Sena to make sure.

"Gue is in front of the hotel. But Sen, I'm shaking. I'm not ready yet" complained Alisha worried, then bit her lower lip.

"Not ready, how? You need money, right? This is your only chance, Al. When else there are men tajir who want to book you at a high price!"

"But, Sen–"

"Al! Aunt Debby's been waiting a long time in there. Inbound! You have a Aunt Debby confidant who will welcome you inside. You want to find money to treat nyokap lo, right?"

Yes, for that reason Alisha came to this place. He was pressed to choose a shortcut to be able to get money. Sena has taken care of everything in such a way that she is reunited with Aunt Debby, a big-time pimp who will sell it to a rich-nosed striped man.

There's no other choice. Alisha immediately moved even with heavy steps. Moreover, the shadow of the mother's face in pain was unceasingly twisting in the mind. He can't bear. He feels tormented. He had to earn a lot of money for the treatment of the woman of heaven, somehow.

His feelings began to rage erratically. It's getting deeper. To be able to reduce the intention and get out of there, that seems like just wishful thinking.

One of the men knocked on the door. Shortly after, the door opened from inside. The figure of Aunt Debby with her blonde hair appeared with a smile growing.

"Alisha." Debby called out the name of the girl in front of him with a look of admiration. He watched Alisha's appearance closely. Beautiful face typical of Indonesia with small lips that are tantalizing. The skin is white, smooth without scratches. The part that made her very fond, the girl looks innocent and the important thing is still a virgin. Debby's eyes sparkled happy to see a mine of money in front of her.

Debby only smiled as Alisha tried to cover her chest with her hands many times. Jeans skirts on the knees that blend sleeveless tops, making the girl feel uncomfortable.

It's just obvious that he's uncomfortable. Alisha is not used to wearing open clothes. The clothes are owned by Sena who was indeed loaned to support his appearance. Natural make-up that beautifies Alisha's face is the creation of the girl as well.

Let alone to be stylish like Sena, for daily needs alone Alisha had to slam bones to help her mother.

For years Wanda has been living Alisha alone by selling home-based cakes. However, the result is just enough to eat. Understandably, only small businesses whose results also depend on customer orders.

Alisha, a teenager, feels sorry for her mother. He then tried to find a part-time job in order to save for college later. Although born from a family that does not exist, Alisha still has aspirations for her future.

"Come in" Debby told Alisha.

The girl's expression suddenly panicked. However, he is helpless when Debby's two men push him into the room. The girl staggered to the point of almost drowning. Luckily, his legs can still balance his body until he does not fall.

"Mister Rendra will come to see you soon. You have to be friendly and serve him well."

The door closed from the outside after Debby pointed out firmly. Even without waiting for Alisha to answer.

Staying alone, Alisha spread her gaze at the luxurious room. He also stared at the king-size bed wrapped in white sheets that were there. A hint of horrified shadow immediately greeted the head. Today, her virginity will be snatched here. The precious crown he has guarded for twenty years will be given to an unknown person.

Alisha smiled bitterly.

For the good of my mother, anything I would do would have to sacrifice my virginity. It is not a sin because I risked it for the mother who sacrificed everything just for me. Obviously, I am different from those who give up virginity for the sake of proving affection for irresponsible lovers. Or those who give up virginity for a wad of money just to style a socialite. Obviously, I'm not like them.

Alisha chanted those words like a soul-cooling spell. It is a powerful technique to lie to yourself from the sense of sin that is already encircling in the chest.

Alisha immediately threw a glance as the door opened from outside. The figure of a middle-aged man wrapped in a neat suit stelan then appeared from there. The girl stepped back with the footsteps of the approaching man.

"You're Alisha?" asked the man with a frowned in wonder.

"Be–right," replied Alisha stammered. The girl looked down in a timid manner.

Across from Alisha, the middle-aged man was still watching her in an astonished manner. Honestly, in terms of appearance this girl looks fresh and seductive. Like a wild tiger, he saw fresh meat before his eyes and wanted to eat it immediately.

However, looking from her body language, this girl looked scared and clumsy. With a preying gaze, the man immediately imagined tonight would be a long night, full of challenges, and so exciting. Honestly, he couldn't stand it. However, playing around for a while with a little rabbit seems like it will be fun.

"Come here" the man said as he sat down on the long sofa.

Although the body trembled, Alisha still acted obediently by walking closer. He stopped and stood about five feet away. His head was bowed with fingers squeezing each other.

Without the girl expecting it, a sturdy hand moved grabbing onto her wrist and pulling it firmly. The girl shrieked in shock, especially when she realized her body had now been anchored to the lap of the striped-nose man who was looking at her like he wanted to pounce.