Exchange Myself for Justice

Exchange Myself for Justice
Chapter 17



I woke up when I heard the sound of my baby crying so loud in my ears. I checked, it turns out he's pup, I immediately undressed all his clothes and I bathed all of you.


Finished bathing, I was confused while drying with the towel in this room. My baby doesn't have a change of clothes. In the confusion of the open door, it turns out that the strange Judge who came in brought equipment for my son.


It seems like the bond between father and son is strong enough that the man responds quickly when he hears my baby crying. I'm still focused on my son ignoring his presence.


"This is your baby equipment!" He put it all on the bed right next to me. I just kept quiet and didn't touch his words. My heart is still very upset with him, if I don't think about my Son then I won't be willing to accept his help anymore.


"Your ears are broken?" tanyanya started beating the drums.


I'm back in silence. Just ignore the living beings who are looking for this problem. Just let him say what, I'll take care of it! I focused on my baby wearing his change of clothes so that the tiny baby was comfortable and smiling again.


"Hopefully your ears are deaf!" it was like saying cuss.


"If my ears are deaf, then I hope your eyes will be blind too!" the answer is I don't want to lose.


"You...!"


"Why? What do you want to do to me?"


He shone a sharp glare at me, gritting his teeth in a fit of anxiety. Evil is my Do'aku reply. But he started it himself. I don't want to be weak in front of the evil man I've exchanged my honor for for the sake of getting justice for my parents.


If I remember that, then my hate fills my chest cavity again. He has put me in trouble.


I don't know what he wants, why I'm being held here. What he wants to do to me. You freak.


The man walked out of the room in his frustration, no matter what I was with him.


After she left, I gave breast milk to the baby I named Zafran. After my baby fell asleep, I immediately headed to the bathroom to clean myself up.


At about eight o'clock I was cradling my baby in the arms, actually my heart was already in pain since earlier, maybe my mag relapsed because I had passed lunch and tonight.


I don't know what to do, the door is still locked from the outside. If I don't eat how my son can get the intake of the sari I used to eat.


I'm trying to hold on, that guy really can't feed me. What a man who has no feelings, the longer I can't stand when the clock has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening.


My baby's starting to fuss because she's not full. Two drops of tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so helpless, what could I do to help myself escape from this room.


"Master, open the door!"


Geck! Geck! Geck!


I'm still banging on the door to this room. I don't know how long it took me to hit him and break him. Is there no one, other than that man?


"Please open the door! Hicks..." Finally my tears broke I slumped leaning against the door while hugging my knees. Does he want to kill me and my son painfully like this. He really is a man with no feelings, whether his heart is dead.


While I was still crying, I heard the sound of a round of keys marked by someone opening the door. I immediately shuffled from the door to make room for that person to enter.


"What's this about? Why are you crying? Do you miss the man who dumped you?" the question made me look in disbelief.


"Hey, why are you quiet? I won't let you get out of here" he said.


"Is your heart really dead? You shut it in here but you didn't feed me even a little. Why are you so evil. Hix... Hicks..."


My crying broke again. I didn't want to show my weakness in front of him, but I was helpless, and I didn't want to ask for his mercy to get food.


I saw his facial expression change like I was surprised to hear my words. Did he forget that, I don't know.


"Geez, let's stand up." He's helping.


"Take me off! I don't need your help. I just need some food. I can't spare my son. If you hate me then don't involve him."


I'm still crying as much as I can. I hate him so much. I wanted to pull her jet-black hair so that her brain could think about my son's safety.


He no longer replied to me, immediately reached into his pants pocket, pulled out his cell phone, then called someone to buy food.


My baby woke up and cried again, probably because he was hungry and thirsty because the source of his life from me did not take out the intake because I did not eat anything.


"Hcz... Hss..." She held my baby and put him in her arms. My crying stopped there was a feeling of not knowing when I saw that sight. Back I saw the little baby calm down in his father's arms.


Would she have accepted if she had known that the baby was her flesh and blood. But what if he took it from me? Ah, naw. I'm not gonna let that happen.


"Hey, stand. Why are you still sitting there, you'll catch a cold, "he reprimanded to see me still sitting on the cold granite floor.


What he cared about me, didn't he just want to kill me. You weird guy. I just kept quiet and didn't heed her words. I wiped the remaining tears and wiped the nasal water that came out with my tears.


"Sobsoiled! It's got tissue, use it!" he said while mocking me.


"What do you care, I want to be dirty or clean is up to me!" my reply still doesn't want to lose.


"Bas on stubborn women!"


I just kept quiet and didn't want to respond to her words anymore. I tried to stand up and wash my face in the bathroom. But it felt like my legs were so limp helpless just to support my body.


"Let me help!" He reached out to help me stand up.


I stared lazily and reluctantly to accept the man's helping hand. I don't want any more skinship between us. If I could just bury all the bad memories with him. But I realized it wasn't going to be easy. Because of last night's event it presents a tiny baby who is now in his carrier.


I brushed off his hand and tried to stay on my own, with the rest of my energy I had I walked into the bathroom to wash my already tangled face from crying.


When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the food on the table in the room. My stomach is getting rebellious asking for that food to come in.


Seriate....


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