I'M MAKING YOU SORRY
CHAPTER 25. PLEASE HELP ME, LORD

MILA POV

That afternoon I was going for a walk around Karl and Emma's house. I also want to buy my daily needs that are almost exhausted in the mini market. I didn't tell Richard on purpose. Because if I told you, Richard would have bought it for me. Enough Richard bought me the need for my labor later. I who had only asked him to take me to buy baby equipment, even in his tract by paying for all the baby equipment I bought. Also the need for equipment for my delivery later.

It's very attentive. If only I had a husband like him. He reminds me of Fathir. Both are good men. But Arga is also good. But with Arga, I have no feelings. I take it as much as Brother. To Fathir and Richard, my feelings are different. There was a subtle sigh in my heart when it was near him.

As I was walking, suddenly a car stopped right next to me. Then quickly, two men came down, smothered my mouth and then killed him, another one covered the cloth in my eyes, and forcefully put me in their car., I could not scream and saw that both my hands were tied tightly to the rope.

Thrashing free. The car has been traveling at high speed. I ended up just resigned, because my stomach hurt a lot due to the shock of a car that drove fast. I grimaced in pain.

"Sir! Keep a little car. She's ill. She's pregnant. If he dies, he can do our business" one of them told the driver.

The person driving the car somewhat reduces the speed of the car. After a while, the car stopped. I was led somewhere. It looks like a room.

"Sir, I will sell him to you. He is of no use to me. Maybe he is useful to you. You can take the baby to sell. Furthermore, this woman is up to you what you want." there was a voice of a man in the room.

I rebelled. Don't let me get into the lair of the human trafficking mafia. I don't want my baby being sold. Especially if I kill them to take my organs. Just imagine that I was horrified.

"OK, I'm buying her now! Bob's! Take the money!" the voice of the baritone reigns.

"No ....! No ....! Don't sell me! Don't sell me, sir! I will compensate you for your loss, sir! I'll change!" my yelling. But for nothing, my voice is not heard. My mouth is still bandaged. I thrashed.

The sound of "cetrek!" like the sound of a suitcase being opened that must have contained money. I heard the satisfied muttering of the man earlier. Then they heard them laughing.

Then I don't know what happened because I couldn't see, I was led again to another place, in another room maybe. I still have as much contact as I can. It seems that buying and selling has happened. I'm officially sold. Please help me Lord .....!

The cloth that covered my eyes opened. The duct tape in my mouth was removed, and my tied hands were removed. I was locked up in a room with only a shabby carpet. Since I was too tired, I immediately sat on the carpet while leaning against the wall. I spread my eyes across the room. Apparently there are some people who are also locked up here. There are mothers and also children of SD age. They look withered and limp. Sadness and despair were reflected in the look on their faces. I'm puffing up. This house has not been cared for for a long time. The wall paint has been peeling a lot. There are many spider nests. Room windows made of wood have lost their color and have been installed wooden bars.

A young woman approached me. His face is the face of Asia. Could it be the same from Indonesia?

"You're from Indonesia?" tanyakanya.

I'm nodding.

"I am also from Indonesia. I'm from Lampung" he said as he leaned against the wall.

"I'm from Central Java" I replied.

"Why did you get stuck here?" tanyakanya.

"I'm an illegal TKI. I ran away from my job. I didn't go back to work, so they looked for me and found me." I replied.

"Where do you work?" he asks a lot.

"I'm a waitress in a nightclub."

"You're pregnant by a nightclub visitor?"

"Of course not! I'm already pregnant when I leave to be a TKI. I'm pregnant with my husband's child!" I said offended.

"sorry. I'mtired. I want to rest" I said curled up.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your time" said the woman.

"You careful! Maybe I won't be here long. I'll be picked up soon" said the woman.

"I will be brought in to be employed in a prostitution place" he said grudgingly.

Sure enough! Shortly after, he was told to go outside.

"Bye bye! Hope you're safe!" yell at him. Either I encourage him or comfort him. Obviously, we are equally expecting God's help because our fate does not know how.

In the days that followed, one by one they were taken out. I don't know where to take it. Whether to be sold or killed, I don't know. Because they're not coming back to this room anymore. Leave me alone.

I was locked up here for days. I was fed alakadarnya. Whatever they give, I eat. Because I want my baby to be healthy and not lack food intake.

Door opened.

"What's up?!" snatch that guy.

I pointed at my stomach while grimacing in pain. My hand was then pulled to follow him into a room.

"He has a stomach ache. She probably gave birth. Shall we just take him to the hospital, sir?" ask the man who took me.

The man sitting with his feet up to the table looked at me full of probes. Then he got up.

"Let's go!" yells.

Both my eyes were covered in cloth again. Both my hands are tied. But my mouth wasn't duct tape. I was then put in a car. Before long, the cloth covering my eyes was opened. Both of my tied hands were opened.

"You don't mess around! If you try to scream!'

It turned out that I was not taken to the hospital, but was taken to the home of a health worker. They look familiar no longer. They seem to know each other. Could it be that they used to work together to check the health of the prisoners that were to be sold?

Then I don't know what they're talking about. They were talking quite seriously a bit away from me. Then I was taken to the car again. As long as I was about to be put in the car, a car passed slowly. But then just hit the gas.

My eyes were covered again with cloth. My hands were tied again. I was taken to the room where I was locked up again. I was told to take the medicine they gave me from the health worker. I was also given bread to fill my hungry stomach. I ate bread with gourmand. After that, I took medicine from them. Maybe to reduce or eliminate my stomach pain.

Soon my eyes were sleepy. Maybe the effect of the drug. I'm asleep too.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt hot and my breathing was tight. I woke up coughing.

"Fire! A fire! This house is on fire! Toloooong .....!" I was screaming in panic.

Outside this room I heard also the panic of some people. Maybe they're the criminals who bought me yesterday. But nobody cares. They seem to be busy saving each other. The fire burned the door where I was locked until the wooden door was engulfed in flames. I tried to get out that door even though I had to go through the fire.

I jumped through the fire.

Hap! I made it out. But ....

"Ohhhh....!" my hand was hit by fire. It feels hot and painful. But I don't care. I'm looking for another exit. I found it difficult to get out because the fire had spread in almost all the rooms. I pray in my heart that I and my baby will be safe.

When I'm about to reach the exit.

Braaak!

A block of wood fell on me from above.

"Akhh ......!" I screamed in pain. I painstakingly got up and got rid of the block. I walk while staggering. Looks like I came out from the back of this old house. After I was some distance away from the house, I collapsed near the tree unconscious.

MILA POV OFF

TO BE CONTINUED

Sorry if there was something wrong with the English conversation. Understand amateur.

Happy Weekend! Don't forget to leave your mark.

Translation of :

Sir, I will sell him to you. He is of no use to me. Maybe he is useful to you. You can take the baby to sell. Furthermore, this woman is up to you what you want\= Sir, I'll sell her to you. He's useless to me. Maybe he's useful to you. You can take the baby for sale. Next this woman is up to you what you want.

OK, I'm buying her now! Bob's! Take the money!\= Okay, I buy it now! Bob's! Get money!

He has a stomach ache. She will give birth. Shall we just take him to the hospital, sir?\= She has a stomachache. Maybe she'll give birth. Are we going to take him to the hospital, sir?

You don't mess around! Watch out if you try to scream! \= You don't mess around! Watch out if you try to scream!