Buried Love's
Part 8's
Bellinda lends her a cell phone. But, he did not take off the captives just like that. The two eyeballs along each look also the movement of his son's movements. Colvert looks serious once typing something.
Curious about what makes his beloved child so focused once in the morning, Bellinda straightened up the sitting position, then leaned slightly forward to peek. As it turns out, Colvert reads an important number of services that are commonly used by the public.
Bellinda let in because it wasn't something dangerous. Apparently, it was not enough to get there, the five-year-old boy stuck a cell phone to the ear.
“Colvert contact whom?” ask Bellinda.
However, the person asked was hissing while attaching the index finger to the lips, as a signal for her mommy to be quiet. Shortly thereafter, Colvert spoke to someone on the phone.
“Halo? It's Colvert. I live in the apartment of North Orleans, unit number two six nine.”
“Yes, Colvert. Can anyone help?”
“I have a new neighbor. He's crazy, bothering me, and now standing at my door. Please pick it up, then take it to a mental hospital. I can't go to school because of that guy.”
“Can you tell me how to interrupt?”
“I never knew him. I met you for the first time too. But, all of a sudden he forced to confess and call Daddy. That's very strange. If it wasn't crazy, it wouldn't be.”
“Good, our officer is moving there.”
“Oke, thank you.”
Bellinda frowned and gaped in disbelief. His son took someone to a mental institution? He took over the cell phone.
“Honey, don't just report again, huh? Who knows, our neighbor is not crazy, he is just obsessed with having a child like you or has experienced the trauma of losing.” Bellinda advised in a soft voice.
Colvert looked down as if he felt guilty, but he did not. He just refuses to argue. Still in my heart I feel satisfied and relieved. “Iya, Mommy, sorry.”
Colvert immediately got off the chair, then followed Mommy's orders. “I'm ready,” he shouted when he did not find parents in the dining room again.
“In the meantime, Mommy is in the bathroom.”
Colvert stomps his feet. Wait until his beloved comes out. But, when the ears hear there is a rowdy outside, making the radar curious to head towards the door.
The boy opened and there were no crazy neighbors in front of his apartment. Then, looking to the right, it turns out the person in question has been dragged by two officers dressed all in white.
Colvert's smile also expands. “Hopefully healed, my neighbor ...” He shouted and waved his hand.
Arsen stared at the source of the sound. His eyes immediately glared and the jaw hardened. “So, she's the one reporting?” Exasperated breaths also came out. “Can-can his own child report his daddy.”
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Arsen got angry and argued with the officer at the mental hospital because the origin brought a clearly healthy person without reproach. He clucked in annoyance when allowed to go home, but with a note picked up by the family.
Yes ... it is fortunate that there are still three friends who are willing to move temporarily and work from Amsterdam until the business is finished. So, now Arsen is sitting in the car with Madhiaz, Eduardo, and Pierre.
Arsen told me everything. The reason he got dragged in the nest of humans with psychiatric disorders. And ... of course the three accursed friends laughed, even out loud.
“So confident our friend is, with a pongah said to take his son. But, look, it ended up considered crazy,” taunted Pierre with the focus of his eyes kept on the road.
“Indeed our age is being funny,” added Eduardo.
“Receive only. Suppose you're facing yourself with a smaller version,” Madhiaz said ending up patting Arsen on the shoulder sitting in the back with him.
“Ck! I was astonished. Is he my son or the son of Satan? If there is no seed, where there is a boy born into the world,” grumbled Arsen.