The Love of the Inmates
Who her?

"Auntie don't come out, Bi, stay inside. I'll be home soon," I'll end the call.

Well, I better get home soon, I'm worried about Auntie's situation.

I also immediately approached Mr. God, to ask permission.

"Sorry sir, I have to go home right now." I'm worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Either sir, but Bi Siti just called me. He said there was a woman angry and scribbling the walls of the house sir, I was worried about Auntie's situation."

"What?" The Lord was surprised.

"I'm sorry sir" I rushed to get my bag, then walked out.

But when a few steps went by, the Lord followed me.

"Where are you going?" Stalled steps.

"Your house,"

I was silent thinking for a moment about what Mr. God came with me for.

"Yes, why daydream. We need to get to your house."

We also walked together, then when he arrived in front of the office, we immediately boarded the car Mr. Dewa to my house, but rather my official house.

A few minutes later we arrived, I saw in front of the house that many people had gathered, like watching a concert by a famous artist. My official house is a mess, broken glass scattered everywhere, the wall was full of scribbles that read "Actors' House".

We immediately went down, and approached the woman.

"Raiseya!" Shouted the Lord, then ran up to him.

"What the fuck are you Raisya!"

"Finally the Pelakor came too" said Raisya as she opened her eyes that had been controlled by anger when she saw my arrival.

But at once Raisya attacked me, pulling my hijab with all his strength.

"Awwww...!" Shouting pain.

"You'd better take off your hijab, actor." The hardship.

I fought back with all my might, I pulled and threw his hand from my hijab.

"Never try to take off my hijab, dear Ma'am Raisya. You don't deserve that." I said with emotion.

"Squeals! Holy-ass woman, that hijab doesn't deserve you to wear an actor."

Plakkkk,,,,, the,,,,

I slapped her smooth face, I could not bear to hear her scorn about my hijab.

"Waw, apparently now you've been brave with me, to the point of slapping the wife of your own boss," he said and tried to slap me back, but I immediately held him back.

"I am not afraid of anyone, if it comes to my self-esteem and my religion. Moreover, only facing a Raisya Atmadja," I said while throwing his hand.

"Raisya, stop it. Mary is not what you accuse her of" said Mr. God.

"Omong is empty, if you have no relationship with him, why should you divorce me?"

I'm sick of seeing their quarrels, I'm tired of always being accused of being a no-no Raisya. Even I was humiliated by him in front of many people, what a shame this fate of mine.

"Sir Lord, please bring your future ex-wife, before making another mess." I'm upset.

"It's impudent that you're an actor ******!" Hardik Mbak Raisya is back.

"Enough, stop your abuse it's Raisya, or I'll report you to the police. Now come with me," said Mr. Dewa as he pulled Raisya's hand and took him into his car.

Mr. Dewa finally took Mbak Raisya away, then I immediately ran into the house to make sure Bi Siti's condition.

"Bi, isn't Aunt papa?" I asked while hugging her who was standing in the kitchen with a frightened face.

"No Papa Neng" he answered.

"Thank God that Auntie's not papa." I'm relieved.

After that, Bi Siti and I cleaned the broken glass on the floor, sweeping it carefully so as not to be stepped on.

Not feeling the sky start to darken, I rushed in to clean myself. After that I went to see my aunt who was busy cleaning the house.

"Bi, tonight we're staying at the hotel, yeah,"

"Why Neng?"

"I do not feel calm if the state of the house is still a mess like this, especially the windows are almost all damaged. While we're staying at the hotel first, until the house is fixed."

"Yes Neng, if so Auntie packed first yes,"

"Yes Bi."

I walked into the room, picked up some clothes and put them in my suitcase. After I finished I grinned my suitcase out, then put it in the trunk of the car. Shortly thereafter Bi Siti came out with a bag containing her clothes, then locked the door of the house.

"Miss bring your own car?" Ask Bi Siti.

"Yes Bi, why?"

"Why not just ask Mr. Mansur Neng for help?"

"No papa Bi, anyways if you ask Mr. Mansur for help my car who brought it?"

"Yes, too, Neng,"

"Yes Bi, come in."

Bi Siti and I got in the car and went to a hotel not far from my office.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I booked a room for the next few days. The hotel key I got, Bi Siti and I walked straight to the hotel room I had booked.

But when I walked down a hotel hallway, I felt like someone was following me. I stopped my steps, and looked back, but strangely no one saw me.

Is it just my hallucination? There are so many very unpleasant events today.

"What's up Neng?" Bi Siti asked astonished to see me.

"No papa Bi,"

I also continued my footsteps towards the hotel room, when I arrived in the room, I immediately threw down my body that was very tired. But I still think of someone who followed me earlier, it feels like real but I didn't see it.

Who her?