I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 105: Meeting/Separation

However, the attacking fatigue said it was time to take a break. Up ahead there is a small hut with a coconut leaf roof. It looks like the hut is used for shelter during the day by residents who have gardens around where it stands.

Instead of forcing herself, the woman walked over to the hut. Then slowly release the fabric that surrounds the body, then calm the child who must be afraid due to his actions. Poor little baby who wants to enjoy the warmth of the blanket is cold outside the house.

"Son, you're patient. Mama promised to take care of you and we start living alone." he said while holding a child who only looks pale.

Shena circulated the eyes, but as far as the eyes could see there was only darkness except for the dim street lights. Honestly, the woman did not know where she was and was going in which direction. Especially when he wanted to remember something, his head throbbed like there was a spinning top.

"Oh my God, where am I going now? If you don't find a place to stay tonight, what about my son?" In the midst of the daydream that was shackled by consciousness, Shena tried to calm the tiny baby to fall back asleep in a warm embrace.

While on the other hand, Fatih who was driving down the main road followed the highway for five kilometers at a moderate speed. Every time he saw a pedestrian, the man went down to make sure he wasn't Shena. The fear of loss is greater than the guilt.

However, he forgets that Shena left the house without money or a vehicle to ease his escape. So scared that it lost track of the search that was in front of the eyes. Right or wrong, who knows? Meetings will always end in farewells, but farewells do not necessarily end in encounters anymore.

The laws of nature are always the same, be it then, now or later. The dark night brings the dark clouds. Time continues to roll to meet the rest of the taste that does not arrive. Two destinations with different road directions. One side of Shena runs north and Fatih to the south.

Fate brings the two at the end of the meeting. All the flow is just following the direction of destiny. One call releases Shena from the shackles of the sweet prison Fatih has set up for her, while the man must cry out to enjoy the solitude of an obsession.

The night passed by changing the sunshine that greeted fused with the sound of Iandang adzan. The body that feels crumpled slowly he stretched with a very calculated movement. The gaze of the eyes was distracted where the tiny baby was still asleep without interruption.

Her cute face was like a fluffy cross, making Shena flinch at something that crossed her head. Given the posture of Fatih and her baby when juxtaposed is very different. Questions began to fill the bottom of his heart. Is that man really her husband?

Haven't had a chance to get an answer, suddenly someone came walking towards him. He grabbed the boy's body to be safe, "Who are you?"

A man who looked like a teacher stopped in front of the straw-style hut that Shena had built last night. In his right hand grasping a piece of photo upside down, clearly he was matching between the original image and sculpture that was in front of his eyes.

"Miss is okay? I'm sorry I came late." The man bowed half his body, as a strange demeanor made Shena wary.

Besides, who's that guy? Why do you know his name? All this time, he felt that he knew no one but Fatih. Unknowingly trying to remember his past. Stumbling head welcomes piercing pain. He really can't be held back anymore.

There was a panicked sound that tried to restore consciousness that was fading into black fog. Eyes began to blur, at the same time there was a hand that took over the baby. Wanted to struggle, but could not fight.

Shena fell unconscious. Without knowing what will happen to him and his son. Light body, still kept so carefully. The wind is so soothing it brings peace. Two hours have passed.

"Thank you, Doc. Been ready to come in time of emergency." A heartfelt smile graced his face, for the first time doing something without any hidden intentions. "Let me drive to the front."

"No, Queen. I don't want to bother, let alone patients need more friends. After the medicine stops working, please ask the girl not to force herself to remember all the memories of the past because it is very dangerous." explained the Doctor as well as saying goodbye to the hostess who contacted her.

Selena nodded her head in understanding, then allowed the Doctor to be escorted by one of the bodyguards in the house. While he re-entered the room where Shena was. Guilt stifles the chest. Moreover, the gaze of a true baby was stored in his mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm," her great-grandson, clutching Shena's cold hand, was eager to contact Danish directly to convey the joy that could bring real happiness to her foster sister.

But he was self-aware that the situation was not possible. If she hands Shena over to Danish. It could have been Fatih back to do the strategy to snatch his sister's wife again. Now whatever plan is made must take into account all possibilities so that there is no failure. Suddenly he remembered the work the sinner had to do.

It is best to be patient for a while for the situation to subside. Currently, Fatih did not need any information from her child's mother, but rather needed time to conduct a search for Shena. If there is no misperception, then the man will contact within one time twenty-four hours. ~ Selena said monologue to herself in the heart.

Every effort will produce results that God has determined. This includes correcting mistakes to get back on the right track. Man can only realize, improve, give thanks for the blessings that have been bestowed. Just like Selena did.

Daydreams that are immersed in planning, make the woman pensive with her eyes closed so as not to see the work of the eye that delivers awareness. One touch trying to hold his hand distracts. The eyes clashed, "Are you awake?"

Shena who circulated her eyes, made Selena realize what her adoptive sister's wife was looking for. "Rest first! Your baby's safe and asleep in that box. What do you feel now? Still dizzy or nauseous or whatever it is, try telling me."

Too over-excited to be concerned about the slowly improving state. But the lips felt like they couldn't say a word. Besides the hand that becomes impromptu sign language. A glass of water is on the table on the right side of the bed. Selena was really paying attention to every move and understanding Shena's desire.

"Sia ... pa ... you?" shena asked with a stuttering tone.