But not Me

Former Queen

Sir, your phone keeps ringing, what not to receive first the call, maybe there is something important and urgent," said Dara who began to be disturbed by the sound of the phone ringing that continued to ring earlier but did not care.

But instead of picking up the phone, Bagas actually turned off the phone, especially when the writing on his phone screen showed clearly that the one who contacted him repeatedly was none other than Kamila, which he did not know was being forcibly carried by his father.

Dara did not protest with what her husband did, it is up to Bagas willing to act like, as long as it does not disturb or hurt her.

Bagas' mood was very good today, he had just seen the development of his baby from the monitor when Dara did the ultrasound, earlier, Bagas also with all his strength to hold his cry when he first heard the heartbeat of his son who was impatient to be met immediately, he said, so he didn't want his good mood to be ruined by phone calls that didn't really matter to him.

Meanwhile Kamila continues to cry during Jamal, the father takes her by force to meet Aryo, his business friend who is desperate to make Kamila his third wife, he dared to pay a very high price if Jamal the father of the materialistic was willing to hand Kamila to him, even if only to taste his body if Kamila was not willing to be in his account, Aryo still offers a very tempting amount of money for Jamal.

By borrowing a motor belonging to one of the house assistants in Bagas house, like a hero of bad luck Yoga chasing Jamal's car that takes Kamila from the house, his heroic soul suddenly appeared and desperately hoped to help Kamila.

Jamal's car goes into the parking lot of a house, there is Aryo waiting for their arrival, the fat and bald old man grinning triumphantly very Jamal turned down from the car not alone, he said, there was a woman who he had been waiting for his arrival so much.

"Welcome to my house, beautiful! This house will be yours if you agree to marry me." welcome it, making Kamila feel nauseous and disgusted just by looking at her looks.

"Cih, don't dream, old jackass!" decih Kamila with her cynical gaze.

"Hahaha, I really like fierce women like you, so exciting and makes my adrenaline feel challenged!" it only makes Kamila feel more fed up with his behavior.

"Don't protest too much, hurry up and accompany Mr. Aryo right now!" jamal's word while pushing Kamila's body towards Jamal.

"Dad, I'm so curious, am I really your daughter? Why do you treat me like merchandise, like I'm worthless to you" Kamila said.

"Oh baby, of course you're very valuable to your father, because I paid you to him at a pretty high price," aryo's hand twitched Kamila's chin which immediately brushed off the old man's hand violently.

But Aryo even looks increasingly excited to drag Kamila who continues to rebel to escape.

"Take him off!" yelled Yoga suddenly, making Aryo stop his steps.

"What's this?"

The face of Aryo and Jamal pias immediately realized Yoga did not come alone, but with some residents, there were about 20 people who participated with Yoga, Yoga, starting from the driver of an online motorcycle taxi to a traveling tradesman who happens to be trading around there and Yoga call for help.

"W-who are you? Why interfere with my family matters, she's my daughter!" Jamal tried to defend himself.

"But you kidnapped her from her husband's house, you wanted to sell your daughter to the old man!" point out the origin of Yoga but without him realizing that what he said was true.

"You don't just talk, my daughter is a widow and not married again, she's her future husband!" point Jamal towards Aryo who has not dared to talk since, let alone the people around knowing that Aryo already has two wives at this time.

"Dad, I told you earlier that I'm married to Bagas, but I don't believe, why do you think I'd stay in that house if I didn't have anything to do with it?" lang Kamila's.

"Currently, haven't you guys been dating since long, you've been living in her house a lot until I had to drag you home? I don't like that cocky, arrogant, cool guy!"

"Dad, Bagas is successful now, he's not cool anymore, why do you still hate him?"

"I will still hate him and not approve of your marriage at any time, and in my eyes he is still a proud kere man!" tepis Jamal's.

"Whoever help me," feeling desperate Kamila finally shouted for help so that the people who came there immediately helped her.

"Dissolve all of you, that woman I've set free, I don't know anything, she's the one who offered me her daughter!" Aryo as if washing his hands and throwing all the blame on Jamal who now looks dizzy and frightened in case the citizens are emotional and beat him.

"Ah, damn you, you son of a bitch, why so throw all the trouble on me, you old brat don't know himself!" jamal rushes to leave the place and gets into his car with the cheers of the people who jeered him mercilessly.

"Thank you for the help of the people and friends!" yoga said while nodding his head with both hands fused in front of his chest.

"Are they all your friends?" great-grandson Kamila was curious.

"Ish, of course not a mistress, they are citizens here, I just ask for their help, lucky to be a villager like me who likes to say hello and easily get along with new people, he said, so it is not difficult to ask for help even though they are strangers" he said bragging.

"So the villagers are proud, arrogant!" kamila sneer, there was not the slightest desire to thank the man who had helped her from the old battered nose predator.

"Come on!" take Yoga who is now on the motorbike matik his loan.

"Huh? You mean I was told to ride the bike with you in this hot heat?" kamila Protest.

"Whatever, or do you want to go back to the old man's fat and bald house to drive you in his fancy car?" yoga is very confident.

But his confidence turned out to be true too, because in the end Kamila even though forced to be boned by him.

"Mrs, have you been to anyer?" point Yoga towards the tourist attractions that pass through it.

"Hemh, of course!" answer Kamila lazily.

"I've never, how about the lady accompany me to see the beach, as a thank you for helping you!" seloroh Yoga's.

"How honourable!" gerutu Kamila was upset, but he did not protest much when Yoga really turned his motorcycle towards the beach tourist attractions, it seems Kamila also realized that Yoga has been very meritorious to help him, he said, after all, if only accompanied him a few minutes on the beach as a thank you, it would not be a big problem for him, he also needs to refresh his brain, he also needs to refresh his brain, who knows, sitting on the beach will restore his sanity which has almost always been an error.

"Mrs, you must be tired, drink up!" Yoga gave a bottle of cold mineral water that he just bought in a stall around there.

"Just cry madam, don't hold it if you feel sad, I'm also ready to hear all your complaints!" oceh Yoga when he saw Kamila who was sitting still with a blank look and her eyes glazed over, it seemed like the woman who looked like her sister was carrying a lot of turmoil and pain in her life.

"Sokay know,!" Ketus Kamila dodged, but Yoga just smiled, making Kamila became confused, since the beginning he always acted gluttonous, judes even often insulted harshly on the young man, he said, but as he remembered Yoga always returned with a smile, never once put it in the heart, even when he was in danger and needed help like before, it is unexpected that only Yoga the village man who is often insulted and in his attitude with a sharp who is willing to help him.

That Anwar who was actually very able to help him did not do that, especially Bagas, boro-boro helped him, just received a phone call from him was not, he was getting busy with his first wife and prospective children, he was getting busy with his first wife and his future children, so that her who used to be a queen in the heart and life of Bagas was increasingly excluded and only titled as a former queen in the heart of Bagas.

"Thank you for helping me!" kamila's great-granddaughter was soft on her lips to say all that, but her heart encouraged her to say it.

"No need to hesitate mistress, as fellow human beings are not we obliged to help each other,"

"Don't call me madam, we're just a little bit adrift, I'm only three years older than you" Kamila said.

"Well should I call you ma'am, or Kamila?"

"Whatever, the important thing is not Madam, I feel so old in being called like that" said Kamila flat, she had also started to not ketus anymore when talking to Yoga.