Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episode 292's. Who You Are

When I woke up the next morning. The beautiful woman realized she was not in her room. Not with her husband Raka. There was no sound of his children and also mba who helped with homework. Silent and silent. Mardo woke up biting his lips. He got out of bed and opened the window. The plantation in front of his eyes.

"Who are they? what they want from me."

Chequek!

Suddenly the door opened, Mardo quickly turned his head and looked at the woman last night. But not the one who slapped him. Both are in a confused situation and do not know where to start.

"Quick go take a shower there in the back of the house, it's a change of clothes."

The woman said while putting clothes in plastic.

"Who are y'all? what do you want from me? I-I don't know you guys and I don't think I have a problem with you guys?"

Mardo had not finished talking the woman had already turned around and left him. He chased and saw the woman who slapped him standing in the middle of the room with her hands folded and looked at him coldly.

Mardo did not recede, he looked back at the woman.

"Who are y'all? why kidnap me? don't you guys have any family? my kids! they need me, and I have to make them breakfast, set up supplies and drop them off at school."

"You guys messed it up? and I can take you to the police for kidnapping me and separating me from my family."

Mardo vaporized his already mountainous sense of regret. He was not afraid of the woman who was big and was looking at him cynically.

"Who are y'all? why not answer and tell me what you want? you guys want money? just say! my husband will send money to you. Don't do this! my family is looking for me!"

"Hush still! go take a shower and change your clothes!"

"I'm not a child, the most important thing for me is to know who you are and what am I being brought to this place for?"

Of course, Mardo was not a weak woman. He will fight to the very last point of blood to defend himself and the truth. He was never taught to be afraid and whiny, what else to let the problem drag on without any effort to solve it.

"You've had mistakes in the past, which is why you were brought here!"

"Oh so so? what mistake?  let me know and then you guys understand."

"You'll find out after you clean yourself up!"

She said it was cold and would not change her decision. Mardo turned his body and took out a plastic bag containing the clothes recently purchased by them and rushed to the back. Mardo remembered his mother's hometown.  Not too much different. They have a well whose water is clear and fresh. A building covered only with boards and dry straw. The ground is already in cement so it is not dirty and disgusting.

The woman did not want to check more carefully, she wanted to quickly finish and leave the place. In the plastic bag in addition to the shirt, there is also a towel, *********, bra and soap, toothbrush, toothpaste and shampoo. Everything was new and special for him.

Soon he was finished and went into the bedroom. He took a small comb inside his bag and tied his hair. Not finished combing when the woman who gave her a plastic bag this morning gave her food.

"Here's your breakfast, eat first."

Mardo accepted it and would not argue again. He would finish his meal and then go to the two women to ask who they were and why bring them to this place. So far away from her son and family. Soon the woman finished her meal. Presumably they are not so evil, the proof is that he occupies a neat and clean room. Feeding the good. They even wear change of clothes and other things.

There was something he had to be patient about waiting for him. When he finished his meal, he immediately came out of the room. He saw in the middle room that a woman had been sitting who shared food with him. This woman is not as cold and cynical as the other.

"Sit down."

The woman said it was Mardo. She is different from the other woman, this woman looks more educated and has good manners. It seems to make the house neat, clean and fresh.

"I'm sorry for me and my son."

He said slowly, starting the conversation.

"My name is Fatma, a few years ago I was forced to run away from home because my husband almost took the lives of his wife and child. It's not really the first. Throughout our marriage he tortured me and my young son."

The woman was silent, it was hard for her to remember the bitterness that had befallen her.

"Since marriage he's always mentioned your name, in his sleep, delirium even when he's with me."

"Once I asked her who Mardo was, why she was always mentioned. But he didn't answer and he got angry and chided me. If I keep pushing him to stop it he slaps me, strangles me and pushes me to the floor."

"I couldn't bear it and wanted to leave it but by then I was pregnant, in a state of pregnancy she had hurt my heart and body many times, leaving a deep wound in my soul. I'm angry at the woman he always mentioned."

"Until my son was born and was forced to live in fear and tension. Every time his father came home or heard his voice he was frightened and felt threatened. He's like a demon, don't hesitate to slam his son and throw him against the wall."

The woman was running tears as she recounted her and her child's suffering. Until he said the peak of the extraordinary torture occurred that night, his son continued to cry because he was not feeling well. Suddenly he picked up the boy and was about to slam him to the floor. He hurriedly caught his son. He pushed the man and hit him many times with a broom.

The next morning when the man went to work, he decided to run away to take his son to his brother's place. Mardo listened to the story of the woman and his forehead wrinkled, who was the man who mentioned his name to make his wife and children suffer.

"Who is that man? if I may know."

The woman stood from where she sat. He clenched his fingers.

"Who is that cruel man, why is he calling my name, while I have never been in contact with anyone other than my husband."

"I've forgotten those painful times, but my son can't forget it he wants to know why his father hates his mother and himself. He's been trying to find you for years."

"Oh, just because the man mentioned my name, he's been looking for me for so long?"

"Yes, he's been looking for you for a long time."

Mardo clenched his hand, what has he done? just because her name has made this woman and her child suffer. That's not fair.

"Tell me what your husband's name is so I can remember what I did to him."

It was very difficult for the woman to name the man of the past. He was trembling with anger, fear and regret. He looked at Mardo, trying to strengthen himself. Calling that name was as if restoring himself while with that cruel man.

　

　

　

　

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