I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

DEVILESS

After a full week I did not work because I took care of the funeral and father's tahlilan, this Monday I returned to doing activities.

I went back to work at the headquarters in Cikini with Rosa and Mas Anang. Somehow it would have been if I had not been completely helped by Rosa and Mas Anang. They're really good friends. I am grateful to always be supported and supported by a solid married couple. From them I learned so much about life and the true meaning of love. Also learn to distinguish personal affairs and work affairs. They are truly professionals in their field.

After the Zuhur prayer, I resumed my work that was still piling up. Because it's the month of fasting, I speed up my rest and return to work with my laptop, calculator, ledger and ballpoint.

Hapeku rings. Unknown number.

"Hallo, with Dika Dewantara here. Can I help you?"

"Maaa.... It's me, Ranti! The orange was brought by Vika, mas! Orange, mas!..."

"Haaah???? Ranti, speak clearly! Who's the orange taken?" I half snapped.

"Orang! Go home from school said his teacher picked up a woman who claimed to be named "Vika" his tantenya Jingga he said! Mas! Find Orange, mas!"

Ranti's voice sounded panicked and sobbed.

The orange Vika brought???? What does that woman want to take my son?? Oh God!

Spontaneously I woke up standing with high emotions. Oh God! What am I supposed to do? My son kidnapped Vika!!

Demon plas, demon dajjal, kuntilanak, all demons seemed to have fused in the body and heart of Vika! Why would he kidnap my son???? ******* that damn woman!

I run not knowing the direction. I hysterically searched for Rosa and Mas Anang, until some employees noticed me getting out of control.

"Rosaa! Mas Anang!!!!... My son was kidnapped by that bitch!... I should how?"

Rosa and Mas Anang panicked at once.

"Report the police immediately!" said mas Anang.

"Which police station?" I was upset with the loud noise. I'm rattled. I don't know where that fucking Vika lives. Which police report should I report?

Hhhh..... O Allah, help your servant, O Allah! Please save my son, God! Only you can save my son from the rotten heart and the crazy actions of that brainless woman. Oh God!

Mas Anang took us to Bojong. Searching for the Bojong County police station. But I was also confused about writing the report. Orange has not disappeared 1x24 hours so we can not make a report. I called Ranti, asked her to meet us at the police station to add additional evidence and evidence. Thank God the police are quite cooperative in handling our complaints.

I suddenly remembered Arif. I called him to ask him for help looking for Orange and Vika. Arif has a lot of acquaintances and relations of police people. Hope it helps.

I called Hera too. Asking if any Vika came carrying an orange. I told Hera that if Vika came later, she would have to hold him there. Who knew that crazy woman came to my late father's house. Hopefully, that's my hope.

Aargh!!! My head feels like it's about to break. Not over my grief over my father's departure. There is another such thing, O God! I want to cry, cried out loudly to express my tired heart to the Owner of my soul. Why my trials are endless and endless, O Allah!

We went to some police stations in Bojong. Ranti was unceasingly crying and screaming. Makes me feel a lot of wrong. Oh God!

I don't know anymore and can't do anything but wait for the police to move. But why wait? Why can't you take action? But what action should I take right now? I'm dizzy!

I decided to separate myself from them. I have to find Vika and Orange even though I don't know where they are.

I walked down the street with my head looking up here and there. Squinting eyes confirmed the sight of who knew they were on the street.

I also went to the train station, hoping that Vika and Jingga would be there. The weather was extremely hot as if explaining my heart and soul at this moment. It's 3 in the afternoon.

The orange! Where are you, son? Dear orange! Send your telepathy to papa, baby! Papa's looking for you, son! Mom and Dad are worried about you! My son, if you pass through a crowd of people, shout. Cry out loud, boy! Tell me you want to go home to Mom too papa! Say, boy! Do that, baby! Do it so we can be together again, Orange!... Orange, papa please, son!

Fucking vika! Look what I'm gonna do to you, dajjal woman! I will kill you with my own hands for taking my daughter away. I'll choke you to death if I find you later! I'm not afraid of going to jail again. I don't give a shit! I'm just satisfied to do that because you've pulled my son into suffering! Just look later, fucking Vika!

I kept running around here and there looking for my little orange figure. But the result is nil.

We meet again at the Cilebut station. I wish I could find Vika if I take the train to the next station. But there's still nothing.

Ranti still continues to cry hysterically even now corner me.

"If you take it back, it will be impossible for Orange to escape Vika!" her screams made me hysterical and angry with her.

"You think I know that your best friend is gonna be that bad? You think I know him better than you were his friends all over and over? I didn't know that that damn woman was after my son! And you have no right to rule my life, Ranti even though you're married to your Abi!"

"I'm not married to Abi! I didn't marry anyone because I wanted to take care of my only child!"

"Torange is my son! Not just your son! I'm also worried that something might happen to the orange!" We yelled at each other because of the intense heat. I don't care anymore about Ranti's hateful, disgusted and despicable look at me. I don't give a shit!

All I think about is the safety of my son, Orange! Where is the orange now! Does Vika take good care of it? Did Vika feed him? My son has to take a nap for his body to develop. Did Vika notice that???? Aaaargh, *******! Female demon! Female devil! Fucking dajjal!!!

"Stop you! This is not the time to blame each other!! Think with your brain, not with your muscles and your snoring, Dika!" Rosa shouted to mediate our quarrel.

Mas Anang took me to a more open room. Patting my back made me cry on his shoulder. I'm confused! I can't think! All of this is making me stale and desperate! I should what? Must how?

I want to go back and look for the orange. Go all the way to find my dear son. Cute face of Orange looms over my brain and mind.

Baby boy! Where are you, son? Where are you Orange? Run, Son! Find a uniformed security guard and tell him you want to go home, son! Do that, baby! You're a smart kid! Papa believes you're a great boy! My son is resilient even though all the ordeals have always befallen him! Strong boy! My son is able to get through all this!

I wiped my tears making my eyes foggy. I ignored the strange gazes on me that were half hysterically looking for Orange in every crowd along the way.

Oh God! Return the orange to me, O God! Forgive my sins, O Allah! Don't punish my son too! You are a Most Holy Substance. God rules everything in order with all your rules! I believe in Your power! I believe You will not give more trials than the capacity of Your people! Help me God!

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