THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 114 - WHO IS THIS MAN?
"What's wrong? What's up, Jordan?"
I heard the voice of Mama Tiur and the image outside the room.
What was? Why would...
I closed my eyes with inner strength asking Allah Ta'ala for help.
..."Your daughter! Your daughter was taken away by someone, Liana!" Wak Hardi's....
WHAT???
"Aprilie! April!!! Aprilia Jovanca Harvest! Aprilia Jovanca Harvest! Aprilia Jovanca!!! O Allah, O Allah, O Allah!!! Oh God!!! Do not do anything to my daughter, O God... Take care of my daughter, God!!!"
As soon as I felt my head spinning seven-round, the huge screams and cries I no longer cared about.
My daughter cannot have trouble, O God! The tiny baby who had just been born into the world, had not even breathed air for 24 hours, was now out of nowhere! O God, my Lord, take care of my daughter, O God!!!
I don't know what's going on.
I don't know.
I was unconscious after that.
Dark world.
Black has no light.
Even in the subconscious, it is so dark.
................
IN A DIFFERENT PLACE
A man stuttered around with something in his left hand. One more hand carrying a large backpack that also does not know what it contains.
A thick, covered parachute jacket with a hood on the head made one unable to see what items he was carrying.
The road is getting further and further into the corners. The asphalt was flat and smooth smooth, changing into a small road, gravel rocky footpath.
The man began to walk slowly, as the rocks were large enough to hinder his steps forward and continue to the territory that looks still virgin.
Large trees thrive with wild vines that become benalu also make the situation around dark even though it is still broad noon.
"Oa oa oaaa..."
The sound of baby crying began to sound.
It turned out that the man was carrying a tiny baby wrapped in cloth and a large thick cloth like sheets.
"Oa oaaa..oa oaaa..."
"Be quiet! Don't make a fuss! I'll take care of you, little baby!"
He had arrived at a large but empty and seedy-looking mansion.
Dark and stuffy. The smell of piles of dry leaves is also wet to make the chest of the person who sucks it can be tight.
The man opened a thick package that protected the baby. Then put on the floor layered some cardboard used instant noodles that have been held there.
He also opened his bag.
It turns out there's a lot of stuff in it.
A water flask, a milk formula and two plastic bottles complete with teats. There is also a plastic one that contains baby clothes.
This man seemed to have prepared very maturely his escape carrying a tiny baby who knew nothing.
In fact, he seems to have learned how to make formula according to the dose and also the balance of hot water and cold water that produces the warm temperature of the nails.
"Thusked a lot. Let's not die, little Miss!" his murmur sounded rude.
The innocent baby was just staring at the plain, seedy man who was staring at him sharply.
His face was dirty and unkempt. Beards and whiskers grow irregularly.
Her hair is also dirty. It seemed like this man rarely took a shower and changed clothes.
"You know? Your ancestors and his family are the troublemakers in my life!"
The tiny baby just stared innocently with his mouth continuing to sip the formula milk he had first drunk.
His two pitch-brown eyeballs continued to stare at the man without a blink.
"Your father made my life like this. So the poor are lonely and shunned by those around."
"You know how hard my life was after your father came into my life! That's why you have to listen to my speech!!!"
It sounded like a whistle from a milk bottle. It turned out that the contents had been drunk by the tiny baby.
"Hey! You're so thirsty apparently! Want another one? O no no no. Can't! You should drink milk regularly! I mustn't lose your innocence, you crazy Caucasian boy! For I will still make calculations to your fathers! You hear that? Your forefathers must die in my hands!"
Jelegerr...
Suddenly lightning struck. His voice was so shocking that the baby immediately cried like fear.
"Hm... Are you scared, huh? Are you afraid of lightning? Or are you afraid that your father will die I will kill him later? Hehehe...! Here, here! My butterflies let you warm. Sleep on! Don't style much and don't be a spoiled child! Because I want you to call me Father, don't you..."
Jelegerr...
The lightning sounded again.
The man's smelly mouth finally silenced with his hands holding the baby in a corner.
Who is this man? Why would he run away an innocent little baby?
What is certain is that now the fingers are linked to the fingers maybe the baby who is slowly falling asleep.
Both are now tightly closed to their eyes. And the position of the dirty man sat leaning against the wall of the empty house that was not managed.
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