Sacred In Stain
Help Me

Chapter 46. Help Me

Khalisa pressed the phone call button to Dion's number. Nibbling on her nails fretting while waiting for her heartless ex-husband to turn across.

“Why did Afkar get to the hospital? What are you boys!” cecar Khalisa demanded with a high tone. “Quick say in which hospital!”

[“I just want to let you know that Afkar is sick, not where he's been treated. So that you quickly make the right decision about my previous offer. I am still generous to give you the time to choose until now. Surrender Khalisa, you will never get five hundred million in a short time, and being a maid in my house is the fastest and easiest option so you can hug your dear child again. Especially now that Afkar is sick.”]

“I... I will bring the money before you in the near future, ex-husband. Give me a little more time. But for now quickly tell me which hospital Afkar was taken to? I have to see it. He needs me, my son needs me!” khalisa exclaimed, screaming furiously wrapped in despair and also heart languish in wanting to know where the spirit of the soul coolant who fell ill.

[“If you're still stubborn about not accepting the easy offer I'm proposing, don't expect me to tell you where Afkar is now, unless you already have that money right now. Let me know if you've changed your mind.”]

“Halo, Hello? Wait a minute, don't do this! Please tell me first to the hospital you brought Afkar. Huh hello? Hola! Tell me where my son is, asshole!”

Khalisa's panic didn't break when Dion turned off the call. The fear of a abused mother worries about the baby, making her mind now confused, dead-end, dull.

Yudhis, who was still standing not far from where Khalisa was sitting, observed that Khalisa's expression, which turned very anxious, was also agitated after reading a message with a phone call, clearly drawn to the surface in his beautiful face. Also, Khalisa's conversation with someone who mentioned Afkar's name led to various assumptions in Yudhis's mind, guessing why Khalisa chose this black profession is closely related to his son.

With his fingers shaking, Khalisa tried to call Dion again many times. But nil, Dion never raised his call after giving news that made Khalisa almost dying, breaking down the remnants of debris throughout his world. Unstoppable clear circles without being told to flood his cheeks, while still trying to connect calls again, even sending endless text messages to Dion.

Unable to just sit back and watch, Yudhis ventured to touch Khalisa's shoulders in an extraordinary panic.

“Khalisa, what happened? What's wrong with your son? Where is he?”

Khalisa looked up, momentarily forgetting where he was. Staring at Yudhis with his wet eyeballs, the distraught Khalisa no longer knew what to do, scooping the sides of Yudhis's shirt and creeping it strong with no recollection of his condolences.

With sobs of sore cries as well as a sedu full of cuts, Khalisa said, “Please help me. You must have a lot of money, right? Just now you did not hesitate to throw 200 million money while in the cafe. Can you now loan me 500 million? Please, I want to hug my son who was detained by my ex-husband's family and only with that money will they give me Afkar. Please lend me the money, I promise I will pay it even if I have to pay for life. Or you ask me what I have to do after that I will play. Please, help me, Afkar is sick, my son is sick and they don't want to tell me where my son is.”

Khalisa's roar of tears was heartbreaking afterwards, but a mother who was forcibly separated from the baby was grievously matchless. Especially now that his son is not okay.

Now Yudhis understands although it is still unclear clearly about the difficulties experienced by Khalisa. Khalisa's eyeballs filled with puddles of tears sucked the craziness to the sidelines of his sanitary windows. It also reflects what Khalisa said is true, not just in the mouth who wants to take advantage of the situation.

“Five hundred million is not a little money, but it is also not a difficult thing for me. I'll help on condition that you tell me what happened, tell me the truth as clearly as there is nothing covered, then I will help you.”

Seriate.