Widow Not Bolong
Chapter 55 Mak Siti Died

"Like to eat chicken porridge too?" belinda asked with a straight look into Kamila's clear eyes. The beautiful woman was looking at him too.

"Ah yes Ma'am. I liked. Mak Siti often makes it for me." Kamila answered and read the bismillah. He scoops the soft food made from rice carefully. The heat is still very pronounced from the steam that is still steaming out of there.

"You're Kamila, right?" ask Belinda. Kamila smiled and replied, "Yes Ma'am."

"Well, what a fun coincidence. I've been wanting to see you for a long time, son" Belinda said with a very happy expression.

"Oh yeah? Sorry, mom what's her name?"

"I'm Linda. I live not far from here."

"Oh, huh? I am so happy to meet my mother."

"Ah yes both." Linda smiled as she pushed her already empty porridge bowl. Mak Siti looked at the old woman who was the same age as her.

If that person lives around this place, he should know, his inner self. He watched the woman with a suspicious face.

"His son is the porridge?" ask Belinda and immediately make Mak Siti jerked in shock.

"Ah yes, yummy Mom. This place is famous for its chicken. No wonder so many people." Kamila continued to chew until all the contents of the porridge ran out.

"If you don't mind, you want to go to my house?" Belinda looked at Kamila who was drinking mineral water after finishing her chicken porridge.

"Sorry Mom, I mean?" kamila asked with her nose pointed. Belinda smiled.

"of course. Who else?" replied the old woman with a face that still showed her joyful face.

"Ahahaha, I thought Mak Siti. Sorry Mom." Kamila folded her hands in front of her chest apologizing for her joke. He then continued with a question sentence.

"Sorry Mom, what for?"

"Yes, I'm so happy to see you. And I would love to give you a very precious gift." Kamila and Mak Siti looked at each other. Kamila seemed to think.

"Come on, for parents like me."

"Ah yes Ma'am. But isn't this too much? I am not an important person or a famous person. Why would you want to meet me?" Kamila asked with her confused face.

During his stay in this big city he had never gotten along very familiarly like this with a stranger he had just met.

"I know you're a good man. A successful entrepreneur and known to many people. My son has long idolized you. He'd love to see you, Mila."

"Sorry, Son? Wh who? Do I know her, Mom?" kamila asked still with her confused face.

"You'll see for yourself later. Let's go now, he's sick." Belinda got up from her seat and waited for Kamila to follow her. It seems like he is forcing. Kamila and Mak Siti looked at each other.

"Sir, we'll be there for a minute, not long." Kamila touched the hand of her housekeeper. He knew the old woman was very objected. Mak Siti finally nodded in agreement. He certainly had no reason to refuse.

"Waiting sick people can get a reward as well, you know Mak," said Kamila with a smile on her face.

"Duh, I forgot my phone. It's not okay. We won't be long." Kamila replied with a sudden feeling of discomfort. She never left without her husband's permission.

"Come on Mila, the car's in front." Belinda pointed to a four-wheeled vehicle that had just stopped in front of them.

"Ah yes Ma'am. Thank ye. Let's Mak."

"Yes, I want to tie a shoelace first."

Kamila got in the car first. While Mak Siti who happened to tie his shoelaces and had not had time to ride was immediately abandoned by the driver.

"Lho. Mak Siti hasn't been up yet." Tegur Kamila while looking back where the old woman was hunting the car they were driving by shouting.

"It's okay. He will definitely go home to you, right? There's a lot of important work to be done there." Belinda answered from the front.

"What mother mean? I don't get it. Bang stop the car!" Kamila was starting to look very upset. He stood up and intended to beat the driver's head to stop and listen.

"You're pregnant, dear Kamila. Sit quietly, or your womb will be troubled." Belinda spoke with a cold expression.

"Stop car! You guys I don't know!" Kamila shouted loudly asking the car to stop. But the truth is no one listened to him. The car was still traveling at high speed. They left the city and got further and further away. Kamila crying. He had no energy to cry out and beg.

"Please! the kidnapper! They kidnapped Madam Kamila!" Mak Siti was still shouting loudly while hunting the Xxx-plated car. But its power is not much. Some people helped him by hunting down the kidnapper's car. Someone called the police. They were all neighbours of Luky and Kamila.

Mak Siti back to front of the stall. He was still very shocked by what happened. After she screamed and told everyone that her young mistress had been kidnapped, she returned to her home. He wanted to tell young Master Luky that Mrs Kamila was being carried away by a stranger.

"Naik Mak, I will take Mak home" said a young man who happened to be riding a motorcycle. Mak Siti was riding a piggyback. His old legs felt he could not move to go home.

"Thank you very much, son." Mak Siti got off the bike and quickly stepped into the house.

"Mak, where's Mila?" Luky who already looked neat and fresh after bathing immediately greeted him with questions.

"The young lady was kidnapped sir," the old woman replied with a breath of hunting between emotions and also tired.

"I mean Mak?" asked Luky with a sharp look. He had never heard of an adult being kidnapped. Especially in such a crowded place.

"This is really sir. There was a foreign woman named Belinda. He took the young lady away and left me in front of the chicken porridge shop." Luky was silent for a few seconds to understand what the Staircase Assistant was saying.

"Suckers! who would dare to do this!" Luky clenched his hands furiously. He immediately reached for his Handphone to contact his Papa. He took the car keys and immediately got out of the house.

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