Don't Take My Love

Chapter 7

"Eh, why lag...hulppp...!" said Anita who has not finished talking, handkerchief that has been drugged by Anette was stuck in Anita's mouth. At once Anita was helpless, collapsing on her bed.

Annette immediately set foot toward the door and closed the door and locked it.

"Lunches.clek...klek...!"

"Ah, how can I hide Anita's body?" murmured in Anette's heart who was thinking hard.

Suddenly his gaze was fixed on the large cupboard attached to the wall of the room.

"Well, that's it!" exclaim in the heart of Anette who then clog Anita's mouth with plaster and tie Anita's hands back and similarly tie both ankles Anita.

After opening the closet and removing all the contents in the closet, Anette put Anita in the closet. Then he locked and kept the key of the closet above the closet.

"Finally done too! now I'm Anita. Not Anette!" exclaimed in the heart of Anette who commented on her winning smile.

"Oiya, I have to change my makeup. So that no one will ever know that I'm Anette!" murmured in the heart of Anette who then sat at the dressing table that Anita always used to put her makeup tools as well as ointments, eucalyptus oil, wound medicines and others.

Anette immediately removes her thick makeup to thin makeup, as Anita's trademark is thin makeup and rarely wears eyebrow pencils as well as mascara.

"Tokk..tokk..bitcask ..!"

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and it made Anette who is now Anita a little surprised.

"Who?" asked Anette who was trying to make her voice similar to the voice of her twin sister.

Then Anette got up from her seat and took her foot to the door and opened it

When he opened the door, a middle-aged man who was well known to Anette.

"Eh.ba..mr!" exclaimed in the heart of Anette who became Anita was a little surprised.

"Do you know of my disguise? ah let me see if she knows who the child she's been with and the child she's been with!" murmured in the heart of Anette who then commented on her smile, while looking at her father's face and changing her originally spoiled way of speaking to be polite.

"Sir, what's wrong, sir?" ask Anette who pretended to be curious.

"Say those people said you were here, huh, Anita?" suroso asked Anette, which means she does not know Anette who is currently Anita.

"Yes! you don't know me!" in the heart of a triumphant Anette.

"I.iya sir, but he came out again. Get some fresh air, he said!" anette answered clearly lying.

"Where else is a child! it's in the village, not in the city! just play as you like!" grumbled Mr. Suroso who then turned and stepped his feet away from Anette.

After Mr. Suroso left Anette, the girl immediately went into Anita's room and locked the door of Anita's room.

"Klek.klek..cek...!"

"Father, ma'af if Anette this time will make you angry. But Anette really likes Anita's future husband!" exclaims in the heart of Anette who reviews the smile, imagining himself with doctor Damar in the guarantee.

The night was getting late, and the time for everyone to go to their respective contests. Similarly, Anette who has been slumbering in Anita's bed.

Meanwhile, Anita who is still unconscious sits bent in the closet, while Mr. Suroso is very worried about the state of his daughter Anette who he did not find in the room and also in other places.

"Sir, why father? did I notice it like a confused person?" asked Sunarti's mother who looked at her husband curiously.

Both of them were currently inside the room and were about to rest their respective bodies and minds,

Sacrificing his birth and inner semi-precious fruit, which is currently done by Bu Sunarti.

"A...what sir? let's go find him sir!" exclaimed Ms. Sunarti who rushed to pull her husband's arm and the two now set foot to go outside their room.

Both are looking into every room to the corner of the house and the yard in the house. But neither did she find the whereabouts of Anette.

"Tw....!"

Suddenly there is a chat that goes into the phone of Mr. Suroso.

"Mr, Anette to a friend's house. Anette could not see the marriage of Anita and her husband. Don't worry about Anette sir, Anette's fine."

"Anette, why didn't you say that? just worry!" exclaimed Mr. Suroso with a grumble when he finished reading the chat from his daughter Anette.

"What's up, sir?" ask the curious Sunarti ma'am.

"Oh, here's a chat from Anette, she said she was staying at her house. He was just heartbroken to be left married to his lover, maybe he remembered his former lover when he saw Anita's marriage." estimated Mr. Suroso.

"Oh, so is that it?" asked Ms. Sunarti who was beginning to understand her daughter's situation and feelings.

"Yes, so we stay focused on Anita's marriage first, after that we take care of Anette." proposed Mr. Suroso

"Hm, that's it! maybe it was better." said Ms. Sunarti who sighed, in her heart there was something stuck and I don't know what it was, which clearly disturbed her mind.

"Come, we'll rest. It's a busy day for us!" exclaimed Mr. Suroso who turned to pull the arm of his first wife.

"Eh, yes!" reply Ms. Sunarti who felt the grip of her husband's hand.

Then the two went back to the room, and rested their bodies and minds. Because tomorrow there are activities that will keep them busy throughout the day.

The night was getting late, many people were already sound asleep. Which is still awake only a few people who maintain security at the family home of Ms. Sunarti and also around the village.

A few hours later, the dawn Adhan was heard in every mosque that was interconnected.

Anita, who was in the closet, opened her eyes. And he was very surprised by his current state of being both hands tied backwards, his two legs were also tied. While his mouth was in plaster and now it is in a small, dark room.

"Dugh...dugh...dugh...!"

Anita banged her body against the wall of the closet, which consequently made a noisy sound. And that voice made Anette who was originally sleeping soundly, wake up all of a sudden.

"What's that!" exclaimed Anette who gasped in shock. And the girl tried to collect her life and remember what had happened before.

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