Mr Young

Ratna Saraswati felt a throbbing headache. Her vision was blurry, the world trembling in a violent earthquake. Blurry, that's how she saw things now. The number one looked like the number eleven. She walked with unsteady steps, weaving through people who occasionally bumped into her.

"They're all alike! They must have spiked my drink!" Ratna Saraswati muttered, leaning against walls and room doors.

"Oh, which room is it? Ah, I don't know..."

She gazed at the numbers etched on the front of the room doors, but couldn't see them clearly. It felt so confusing to enter the wrong room.

As her hand touched one of the doors, it suddenly swung open by itself. She smiled. "Maybe this time I didn't pick the wrong room," she murmured as she stepped inside.

She took off the heels she was wearing and continued by removing her dress, now only in a tank top and thin shorts. Her body felt weary, and resting was the most beautiful thing she would do.

"Good night," she whispered with a sweet smile, then she lay down on the bed and dozed off under the thick blanket.

Suddenly, Ratna Saraswati felt a touch on her body... the touch forced her drowsy eyes wide open. Her head still throbbed, but she struggled to stay alert. Yes, maybe she had only slept for two hours. She tried to remember that she was in a room, but who was touching her? And she had to remember that she didn't have a husband yet.

Ratna Saraswati tried not to believe what she was experiencing at the moment, but the embrace felt tighter from behind. She swallowed hard before gathering herself to see what was now clinging to her body.

Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she saw the figure on her body. Yes, it was true... there was a muscular hand tightly hugging her. And she could confirm that the owner of the hand was a man. She tried not to be startled, but in vain, her mouth couldn't hold back a scream.

The scream echoed at the highest pitch possible. She wanted to make everyone in this hotel hear her outcry. Truly shocking! Without much thought, she immediately moved from her sleeping position, pulling the blanket to cover her body and distancing herself from the bed.

When she turned around, she was faced with an even more surprising sight. Not a ghost or anything of the sort, but something that could drive a sane mind crazy. A man in a half-naked state... or rather, only wearing underwear, now stood in front of her.

"This is insane! I suddenly wake up with a man who... is hard to believe," she muttered while biting her lower lip.

The man stared sharply at Ratna Saraswati, covering his body with a shirt that lay on the floor. "How impolite! Entering someone's room without permission!"

"Heyyyy!! You're the one being impolite!" Ratna Saraswati pointed at the man with frustration and accused him. She wanted to curse him with words, but her lips felt stiff. Finally, she sat on the floor, screaming about what she was experiencing.

The man approached Ratna Saraswati and forcefully pulled her arm to make her stand up from her seated position. Then, roughly, he grabbed her chin.

The man approached Ratna Saraswati with determined steps, forcefully pulling her arm and making her rise from her seated position. Roughly, he gripped Ratna Saraswati's chin, his face filled with despair. "What do you think you're doing?!" he exclaimed sharply, a cunning smile forming at the corners of his lips.

"Yes, it's true... for the sake of wealth and status, they say women would do anything. They would even sacrifice their dignity and bodies!" he said with a sarcastic tone.

Ratna Saraswati's body was pushed against the wall, causing the blanket covering her to fall to the floor. However, anger consumed her to the point where she easily forgot about the object. She took a step forward, approaching the man unaffected by the fierce glare he threw her way.

With a brave smile, Ratna Saraswati stared at the man challengingly. "Do you think I'm like those women? Selling myself for money?" A sudden slap landed on the man's cheek, leaving a clear red mark.

His cheek reddened and stung. Never before in his life had he experienced a slap like this. He was stunned by this young girl who easily delivered a slap to him.

"Listen here, you perverted man! I am not like what you say! Position and wealth... they have nothing to do with self-worth. That's the difference between an educated person and someone..." Ratna Saraswati paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "What have you done to me?!" she asked consciously, returning to the core issue.

The man looked Ratna Saraswati up and down, then smiled at the corner of his lips. "Do you think a girl like you attracts me? There's nothing attractive or even remotely interesting," the man said, belittling Ratna Saraswati's appearance.

Ratna Saraswati's hands clenched tightly upon hearing the man's words, which felt like a heart-piercing insult.