I'm Home, Mom!

part 4's

Unexpectedly, Captain Emmanuel was impatient to immediately taste the body of Rumi's makeup.

He who was on duty to supervise the rodi workers who were making tunnels to pick up the mine seemed agitated.

Repeatedly wiping his sweat and walking back and forth incoherently. Her hands were wet with sweat and her heart was pounding irregularly at the thought of how beautiful Rumi was.

"No-no! I can't take it anymore!" he muttered alone.

"Deehan!" He called one of his subordinates who was standing straight with a weapon in hand.

"Yep, Captain!" the Dutch man said loudly. He turned around and ran towards Captain Emmanuel and saluted when they were only a few steps away.

The dutch-British gentleman looked at his subordinates with caution.

"I have business. You people watch the natives properly. Shoot if you fight," he said, pointing at those who were fighting with hoes and dirt.

The heat of the sun burns black skin that is full of scratches. Pias face withstands heat and thirst with a starving dry body. Sweat soaks the face and body helplessly. A real hell for the people of Indonesia in his time.

"okay, Captain. Leave it to me," he said with a proud puffed-up chest.

Captain Emmanuel just nodded without a smile. He turned his body and walked quickly to a four-wheeled vehicle parked not far from him. She can't wait to meet the woman Rumi dreams of.

***

Rumiyati looked around from inside her room, looking for a gap in how she could get away from that place safely.

"aaa! sa-kit!"

Rumi choked when she heard the sound of someone shouting from the next room. He moved towards the wall and stuck his ear to the wall.

The bulkhead made from the board was able to penetrate the sound that sounded quite loud.

"Don't, Dancing! I am still a virgin! I've never done that!"

Degh's!

Rumi's heart stopped beating right then and there. It was like he knew the voice of the girl next to his room.

Rumi moved her ears away and looked for a gap to be able to peer into the room, and sure enough, she found a hole large enough for her to lurk from inside the room.

"Geez!"

Rumi immediately closed her mouth when she saw a girl staring fearfully at a white and stocky man who was taking off his clothes.

Rumi's eyes are hot. Clear thread without noticeably slumped in both corners of his eyes.

"Sarinem ...," he glued. His heart rumbled to see his childhood friend getting cornered by the actions of the wicked man.

The woman was pushed firmly to her back and without the cue of the stocky man then overstimulated her.

Seeing his friend in danger, Rumi thoughtlessly banged on the wall to create a noise and made the man rise from the body of Sarinem.

Hearing the commotion, Minister Antonius Van De Bert with some lackeys and also his household assistants approached Rumi's room. Rumi's bedroom door was broken and the young woman with one child was dragged out.

"Let go! release Me!" peekik Rumi's. He revolted, but the strength of the lackeys who used to work hard was not able to fight, Rumi was forced to give up.

Outside, Minister Antonius had stood together with the Dutch man who had tried to challenge Sarinem. The girl looked at Rumi sadly, her chapped black lips calling Rumi's name with a quivering voice," Ru-mi."

"Let go! release us! you're the bastards*m!" yelled Rumi who had been controlled by anger. He was really careless to face the cruel attitude of the white people, treating women as carelessly as an item that can be bought just like that.

"Just kill this woman, ne. The insolent! disturbing pleasure ik!" said the man who was beside Sari loudly.

"Wait on! you people keep diamonds, ne. Erg mooi, why don't you say there's a beautiful indigenous woman like this, ne?"

The man approached. Makes Rumi stiffen. The woman with one child wanted to push back, but she held two lackeys that locked her hands behind her back.

"Don't fight, remember the people at home. You still want to survive, don't you?" whispered one of the lackeys in Rumi's ears. Rumi. Unknowingly her tears melted down her face. He forgot, he had Sasmita waiting for him at home.

Rumi was silent as the man's hand started to touch her smooth face. A heavy breath hit his face along with the pungent smell of alcohol.

Rumi closed her eyes as the man's face grew closer, admiring the perfect face of a native woman who defeated the beautiful face of her own people.

"Stop! dom!" someone's voice suddenly echoed in the room. Everyone choked and looked for the origin of the deafening baritone sound.

Menir Antonius' body trembled as he looked at the figure of the blond man with thick sledgehammers and whiskers around his chin.

"Captain Emmanuel," he murmured with a choked breath.

The tall man stepped with a straight and stomping foot. The man who was in front of Rumi shifted afraid to see the arrival of the higher-ups whose names were already famous throughout the land of the windmill.

" Tijd niet gezien,"(long time no see) said Captain Emmanuel when the distance was only a few feet from the man.

The man replied with a quivering voice, "na, Kaptein. W-what's up, Kaptein?"

"Goeds. Don't you dare touch this woman. Nee-nee-nee-ye! can't! he's the one with the ik!" ketus Captain who made the man bowed.

"Sorry, Kaptein," the man regretted.

"You people are leaving! I'll have fun with this woman!"

Without waiting, the man quickly moved away from the side of Kaptein, while Rumi was released from the lock of two lackeys that had been clutching her hand.

"You're in the room, ne. I want to talk,"

Rumi according. He did not want to take a wrong step a second time. Remember the child and the husband, however he must get home in a state of living and breastfeeding.

Rumi stepped in, while Kaptein chatted with Meneer Antonius for a moment before entering the room reserved exclusively for Rumi.

Rumi sat at the end of the bed with a huff. What's gonna happen to her?

Meanwhile, in the distance he heard the laughter and moans of native women. Will he be the same fate as them?

***

In the morning, Cipto found the footprints had dried up. The house was quiet, while her daughter was asleep.

A glass of milk is available. Cipto gulped at the saliva when he found a letter. The milk must be given immediately, do not ask where Rumi-wife went. Before he comes later tonight, the water must be given as a substitute for milk.

Cipto got off the bed and met Marinten who was drying clothes. The woman's gaze was blank, like many thoughts.

"Mhd... Mbok see Rumi?" just ask Cipto. Marinten stepped up and immediately shot a glance towards him.

"Rumi?"

"Yes, Mbok. Rumi came home last night" Cipto assured.

"No, it's impossible! mbok did not sleep all night. Bump into the room and see you talking alone!"

"Huh? no way!"

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