Little Girl VS Hot CEO

"Mom, what are you doing here? Why are you dressed like this?" Zia asked to confirm her vision.

Her breathing was ragged. She was too scared to believe that her mother had worked at the brothel. However, it was obvious from the clothes that Resa was being worn. Zia hoped her mother had forgotten to wear a negligee or jacket. Zia's gaze became sharp, looking right into Resa's worried face.

"Zi-Zia, I can explain," Resa said as she walked closer to Zia.

Zia took a step back as if keeping her distance from Resa Jawseen Rosegood. This was not what Zia wanted to hear from her mother. "So it's true, you work there!" Zia pointed at the brothel.

"Zia...," Resa called softly, her tears suddenly falling as she felt sad that her daughter had to know about her despicable job.

"Answer me, Mom!" Zia shouted. She could not help but felt her tears were swelling up, as she watched Resa remain silent. "Why are you crying? Answer me, Mom!" she shouted again.

Resa shed another tear. She approaches Zia to calm her daughter. Zia retreated her footsteps. She was reluctant to contact her mother.

"Don't touch me!"

Zia reacted violently when Resa tried to grab her hand. "I can't believe you're like this. Do you know what I went through today?" Zia said softly. Currently, her tears are even more difficult.

"Today, on campus, I was bullied. All of my college friends know that you work in a brothel. I was locked in the toilet and splashed with water. I was humiliated, mom." Zia squealed in anguish.

"What? You were bullied?" Resa's voice rose and she was shocked to hear Zia's story.

Resa attempted to step closer to Zia again, but Zia took another step back. Zia was really showing her pain to Resa. Resa is even more surprised by her son's reaction.

"I'm embarrassed, Mom! How am I supposed to go to college tomorrow? How will I meet my friends? What if they keep bullying me again?" Zia whimpered feeling the pain in her heart.

"You don't need to worry, dear! I will transfer you to another campus. Where no one will dare to bully you. You understand, don't you, dear?" said that Resa calms Zia down.

Unfortunately, Resa's words were only added to her heart's pain. Zia sneered and looked sarcastically at Resa. She could not understand Resa's way of thinking.

"Switching campuses?" She were asked to sarcastically.

"That's not what hurts me, it's the fact that Mom actually works there!" Zia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Some patrons of the brothel were staring at them, whereas others were about to approach them. However, Resa indicated that they were not disturbed. She remained silent and let Zia vent her anger.

"I hope everything is slander, because all I know is that my mom is a good person. My mother would not work in a brothel. I know she works the night shift, but."

Zia's voice seemed to disappear, her lips unable to continue her sentence. Zia felt deeply disappointed and sad. Her mother, who she knew to be the person with the most understanding, was not what she expected. Her chest was tightened at thought. Zia turned her body around to leave Resa.

"Zia, listen to me first!" said Resa who managed to grab Zia's hand and managed to stop Zia's footsteps. "Do you think I like working in a brothel?"

Resa moved forward and stood in front of Zia, starting only at her daughter's face. However, Zia turns her face away. There was pain of heart pain because Zia would not look at her face.

"Do you know why I work at the brothel? This is out of necessity. I didn't want to work there either." Resa points to her side, pointing precisely at the brothel.

Zia glanced sarcastically at Resa. Resa's face also looked disappointed because Zia's response seemed to stare contemptuously at her. "It's all your father's fault! Your father had an affair and spent all our family's wealth and abandoned your mother and you."

Resa, as if not outdone by Zia, also vented her frustration. Her breathing was angry. She did not want to blame.

"No one would take me to work, and I had to support you. I had to become a night lady in a brothel to support you, to fulfill your dreams," Resa's voice weakened.

"Look at the clothes you're wearing! The bag, shoes, house you live in, and all facilities you enjoy. It's all the result of Mom's hard work!"

Hearing Resa's explanation made Zia even more inflamed and disappointed. "That's just your excuse to justify your despicable job." Zia's cynicism was full of emotion.

Suddenly, Zia took off the bag she wore and threw it in front of her mother. She also took off her jacket, shoes, and jeans. Fortunately, Zia always wears knee-length strit pants before she wears jean.

"Take it all! I do not need what you gave me." Zia said firmly, and then she walked away, ignoring Resa's screams.

"Zia, Zia! Where are you going?"

Resa chased Zia, who was walking fast, but Zia ignored her. After only a few steps, Resa hears someone calling her. Resa chose to approach the person who called her, and abandoned her intention to chase Zia. Zia also looked back, she felt that her mother's voice was not heard.

"Look at that, Zia! Your mother prefers her despicable job to me," Zia said when she saw Resa enter the brothel.

***

Zia continued to walk barefoot. Her body began to feel cold as she wore only a short T-shirt and knee-length pants. However, her heart felt hot as emotions and disappointment filled her heart space.

"Where am I supposed to go?" muttered Zia, who had unknowingly walked far from the brothel.

Zia suddenly smiled when she looked at the side. There is a beach with a beautiful night view. "I didn't know I was already at the beach."

Zia stepped to the edge of the sea. She watched evening waves that rolled into the ocean. The night breeze blew cold temperatures that pierced her skin. Therefore, she had to vent her disappointment.

"Aaa ...."

Zia screamed at the top of her lungs facing the ocean. However, one shout was considered insufficient. She repeatedly shouted to express her disappointment. She did not care if anyone had been disturbed by her screams. This was the only way to ease the tightness of her hearts.

"Hey, how noisy! Who's that?" Baritone voice with 10-octave pitch startled zirconia.

Zia looked back to find the owner of the voice. Her face turned anxious when she saw a tall man wearing a white shirt and black cloth. From the material of his shirt and pants, it appears to be a rich man. Zia continued to stare at the stranger she did not recognize.

"Hey, little girl! Where are your parents? Why do you want around this time of the night? In particular, dressed like that? You've caught a cold!" The man exclaimed, looking at Zia in surprise.

"So what, wherever I want to go."

Zia shouted back at the man in front of her. This was actually a shout of frustration, as she felt the need to vent her frustration. The man was the perfect opponent of her because he dared to bully her.

Unfortunately, rain suddenly became uninvited. "Ah it sucks, why does it have to rain at a time like this," Zia complained irritably.

Suddenly, the man pulled Zia's hand to find shelter. Unfortunately, the beach was far from residential areas and there was no shelter. His sense of sight fell on his luxury car, which was parked not far from the beach. He immediately pulled Zia towards his car.

"Get in my car!" The man ordered after opening the door of his luxury car.

Zia was shocked and panicked as the man forced her into the car. Zia was worried. She was relieved because the man had chosen to sit in the front seat, whereas Zia was in the back seat.

"Why did you bring me here?" asked Zia anxiously, as she realized that there were just two of them in the car. This is especially true because it was nighttime and heavily rainy.

"Then I have to leave you alone and get soaked!" he snapped. The man's face appeared annoyed by Zia's silly question.

"Take it easy! I have a scary look at my face, but I have never hurt a woman, especially a little girl," the man said, as he opened a drawer beside his steering wheel.

"I'm not a little girl, Uncle!"