
Hanna hung up. He had just reported Barra's whereabouts to the police in order to arrest him immediately.
"Fuck you Barra!! I'm your wife, but you can't force me!"
He had met Barra to talk about the steps she was going to take. He wants to kindly ask Barra to turn himself in to the police. That way, the punishment can be reduced. But Barra instead forced her to have sex in such a slum, leaving Hanna feeling humiliated. He was used to luxury, so he felt such a place was inappropriate for him. He was angry over Barra's treatment of her therefore he immediately reported her whereabouts.
Shortly after, Hanna sees a police car coming from the opposite direction from where it is now. That must be the cop he just called.
Meanwhile, Barra returns to her inn room after failing to catch up with Hanna. He was upset that Hanna did not give him any money and planned to run away from this inn because she already had no money to pay the rent.
Barra was about to lay her body on the bed when she slipped she heard the siren sound. I don't know why she doesn't feel good. His heart skipped a beat as if he knew the siren was looking for him. Barra opened her bedroom door and looked out through the window of the inn. He saw the police car had stopped right in front of the inn.
Without a second thought Barra ran straight through the back door before anyone noticed.
* * *
Barra crouched down while adjusting her breath, not knowing how long she had been running. He ran as fast as he could to evade the police. There was nothing he could bring from the inn other than a seedy shirt stuck to his body.
After his breathing regained order, he continued his steps, albeit aimlessly. Barra was very thirsty and hungry while she had no pennies in her pocket. It's also past midnight, there's not a single stall that's still open to begging. He kept his feet up. At least he had to find a place to spend the night. With a staggering step he tried to keep going.
Barra accidentally saw a water faucet in front of a closed shop. He quickly opened the water faucet and put his mouth under the faucet. He drank the water from the faucet until he was satisfied. At least, for a while his hunger was gone.
After drinking the water, Barra felt better. He looked to the left right looking for a place he might be able to sleep in tonight. Barra got closer to a shop. He looked around to make sure there was no cctv on it and then he laid his body in the store's headquarters without any pedestal. Although he felt that his body was so tired he could not close his eyes. Worry if suddenly the police came to him made him awake.
Barra really felt tormented. He thought again what he had been through. It felt like he could not outlive any longer on the run. Maybe prison is better than on the street. His life was a mess now, what else could he do?
Barra steadied her heart. Tomorrow morning he'll turn himself in to the police.
* * *
Barra sat pensively behind bars. He was silent when he heard the siren approaching him early this morning because he had no energy to run. He finally resigned when the police arrested him and took him to the police station.
After being allowed to contact someone, the first time she contacted was Hanna. He's the only one who can help her, find a lawyer and take care of everything. She doesn't know that it was Hanna who told the police about her previous hideout, but it was meaningless.
Time is slow here. One second feels like an hour.
"Barra Danendra, there's a guest for you!" an officer said as he opened the cell door. Barra stood up. A glimmer of hope was seen in his eyes thinking that the one who met him was Hanna, his helper angel.
"Mother ...?" barra said restrained. It turned out that the one who met him was his mother, not Hanna.
His mother was stunned to see the appearance of his favorite child.
"Barre? Oh my God.. Look at you son, what happened to you? Where the hell have you been? What have you done?" A series of questions typical of mothers come out of the mouth of his mother. He kept looking at his son for pity.
"See your body Barra .. your face ... " His mother could not hold back her tears. Barra is his favorite son. He gave his best all his life. And Barra who was in front of him right now was truly apprehensive.
"Did Hanna tell mom I was here?"
"Yes ... "
"Why didn't he come? Is the little guy sick?"
"Mother .. help me Mom ... Please mother ask Rania to persuade her husband to drop his demands on me!"
"What's? You have to go see him and ask for help? That's right, Barra! I can't see you like this but don't ask me to beg you."
"Help me ma'am, maybe it will work" Barra persuaded.
"No way Barra! Where is mom's self-esteem? Ask mom anything but don't ask her to beg."
"Already Mom, throw away your pride for me!"
Widia fell silent. He remembered what he had done to Rania, all the words, insults and insults that had ever come out of his mouth. How could he now come and beg for his son who had already wasted it.
"We'll see what Hanna and her Papa can do for you."
"I'll still be in jail ma'am if they don't drop the charges. I'll be here a long time."
"Master Affandi can definitely help you get out of here."
* * *
Rania sat leaning against the chest of Malik's field. They were enjoying the view of the beach from the balcony of the hotel where they are staying now. They are on their honeymoon because Malik wants to have a child from Rania.
"The man has been arrested. Are you calmer now?" malik asked as he continued to immerse his nose in Rania's neck.
"How long is the sentence?"
"So, I don't understand the law. Let's leave it to the lawyer."
"Does that mean I can get out of the house again?" rania looked up to see Malik's face.
"You can go anywhere you like. Just don't meet any other men."
"Who do I want to see? You know for yourself I don't have any male friends?!"
Malik laughing.
"Why laugh?"
"Are there any men who would be friends with a fierce girl like you?" malik taunting.
"I'm not fierce!" reply Rania while glaring.
"That's glaring like that if it's not ferociously named?!"
"It's not glaring! My eyes are round like this!" Rania did not accept it.
It's up .. Your clear round eyes that I take for granted are always making my heart flutter, making me always be in the shadows when I'm living abroad first.