Me And Wedding

Who're they?

Why did you leave without coming home. 4 days I am still faithfully waiting for your arrival here. Enough I've endured my own miss in these 4 days 3 nights. I've been trying to find Daddy Yoga's house but they went abroad. Neither did my parents respond to my phone calls.

The servants of the house have asked all but no one at all knows the whereabouts of the husband I long for now. I tried calling Yery's number several times but remained inactive. What usually sends me messages via WhatsApp that I wait is actually only written three days ago.

Neither is social media active at all. Last seen on Sunday. I don't know where to find the missing person without a trace. Is Surabaya to be my goal this fourth day.

I don't even know where I'll go when I get there. I have no family or relatives in the city. Yery's office which I never asked either. It's stupid I think of myself as a wife.

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I entered 8c class to teach the last hour before the bell came home. By teaching my mind a little disguised. The laughter and seriousness of the disciples were able to heal my loneliness a little.

After I finished I taught us to pray to go home for safety on the road. When I left the class, Mr. Mauk, one of the guards at the school, came up to me.

"Sorry Mom Ira is looking for you up front."

"Find me. Who sir?" Askaqua.

"I know less. They're two men saying there's a message I want to convey to Ms. Ira." Mr. Mauk said and left.

Immediately I picked up the bag at the office and walked out of school. There are already 2 men with stout stature look like someone's bodyguard.

"Sir Yery is in danger. We're being asked to pick you up now." Said one of them.

I round my eyes in shock at their words. My mind was everywhere thinking about the bad things that happened to Yery.

Without a second thought I just follow two bodyguards who told me to enter a black Mercedes-Benz car. I don't know whose car this is.

The car leads to a fairly congested highway with vehicles. I don't know where the road is now.

"Why is he?" I asked full to panikan.

"Later you'll know for yourself." Answer with a tense face.

"Sir Yery is inside." Said a burly man named Muhaimin who I saw his name on his left chest.

"We'll be on guard outside." One of them is called Kosim.

With a slow but definite step I entered the beauty salon. I really don't understand any of this.

Two women told me to sit in the front seat. Then they prepared all the makeup equipment.

"I don't want to make up, but I'm looking for my husband." I said nagging to those who started to hold my face and one combed my hair.

"Back to the salon. So want to do it if not beautify yourself. Again this is a ladies' salon where my husband might be here." Laughing at the woman in front of me.

"But the word.." I haven't been able to continue my words mbak who holds my head has snapped with a slightly rough tone.

"It's silent." His impact.

Two hours have I obeyed the will of those who change clothes and arrange my appearance.

Mr. Muhaimin and Mr. Kosim again told me to enter the car. The moves are so annoying. By showing a serious and frightening look they seemed to make them reluctant to ask. They took me to a very dark place. I started to get suspicious of these two people.

"I was kidnapped and they wanted to do something like what happened before." I thought with fear.

They used cunning means to incite me to follow him. Strangely, they did not do anything rude to my body. Only strong words were thrown to ask me to obey his wishes.

I heard the door open slowly. While I could only pray for God's help to protect me from the dangers that would be possible. My eyes remain closed. Even my throat was dry, feeling a great fear. The footsteps of someone heading towards me sounded very clear with a close distance.

"Who are you?" My yelling.

I didn't think sweat was soaking my body.