MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Missing Contact

"Eum, he just changed Mr. Broto for a while, really," I explained after a pause of a few moments. I heard him sigh.

"We'll see for the next three days, if he stays there, I'll resign. Promise!" I held the pinkie in front of him. He let out a long sigh, then looked at my doldrums who were pointing. Then link her pinkie.

"But from tomorrow you have to be more vigilant. No need to overtime. Do not want to be invited with him anywhere. Want that job excuse even once, don't want it!"

"Yeah. I've learned from today's experience, and won't fall into the same hole." He's nodding. Even the pinky promise came off.

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up early. So, don't take a taxi or an ojek online, yeah!" I nodded obediently.

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He said he wanted to pick up early, but it was 5 pm more, Bocil has not come. His phone could not be contacted either. What's wrong with that kid?

Fortunately, Eza didn't go to the office today. Surely he did not dare to show the trunk of his nose because of the embarrassment of his face on the bonyok. Or ... lest he's making a new plan? Ah, I don't know! Let's just hope last night's events get him hooked and hopefully don't make him even more uncontrollable. Huf, I hope.

It was six in the afternoon. It's gonna be late in the afternoon. If you still wait for the Bocil, can kemaleman nih, go home. What's the matter, anyway? He said he wanted to pick up early, but how until this hour has not been nongol? Is the motor in trouble?

"Why are you still here, Ma'am?"

I looked at the owner of the voice. Mr. Sapto apparently wants to go home with another security guard.

"Waiting for an invitation, sir."

"This hour hasn't been picked up yet? It's been a really late afternoon, Mom. Soon it will be difficult to find public transport. Just mend with me, yuk! I'm anther at the ojek base. Wanna?"

I declined his offer politely. Choose an online taxi only. I nodded in agreement when Mr. Sapto first said goodbye. Not long after the taxi I ordered came too. All along my inner journey the rumble was filled with questions as to why and where my husband was.

Until the house is over paid. I immediately entered the front page. Still dark. The lamp is not on yet, even though it is Magrib's time. Bocil has not yet returned. Then where is he going?

I'm hurrying in. Shower and change clothes. I tried to call him again, but I still couldn't. The operator answered. He said his number was out of range. Anxiety and fear of ambush. It's got to be nothing, huh. He's not usually like this.

Spring knit mini bag, and jacket. Out of the house walked hastily to the end of the road. Search for public vehicles. So panicked and anxious, to forget to order a taxi or motorcycle taxi online. Even intercepting public vehicles. Everyone who passed by was full of passengers. I tried to open the taxi and motorcycle booking application online, it was again an error. Argha! What a crumpled day!

"Oject, huh?" ask me after successfully stopping the biker.

"Yes, ma'am, really, but I'd like to pick up a passenger."

"Eum, can you cancel, Mas? I am in this urgent situation. Please take me, Mom! Please!" I had cupped my hands in front of him, but the ojek Kang still refused my request and continued his journey to pick up other passengers.

I tried to stop a passing taxi. I let out a sigh of relief and gratitude, finally getting a ride as well.

"Sorry, where are you going, huh, Mommy?"

"To the Moro Podo Workshop, sir! Please be a little spiffy, yes, sir!"

"Oh, ready, Ma'am!"

Arriving in front of the workshop, it was deserted. No activity there. The workshop is also closed. Where did the Bocil go?

I recorded the WhatsApp number of the owner of this workshop which was listed on the banner. Trying to contact him. I tried the phone a few times, but it wasn't picked up.

After almost despair. Finally the owner of the Moro Podo Workshop called back. I lifted up and introduced myself. Then I asked the whereabouts of the Bocil.

"Well, hasn't Safa been informed yet?"

"Well, yes, sir?"

"On Mommy's husband, which ...."

The phone suddenly disconnected. I don't know what the problem is? I tried calling again, but the number was busy. Maybe our calls collided. Then I tried to be quiet for a moment waiting for him to call again.

I lift when the phone rings.

"Sir, why is my husband?" ask me without further ado.

"Suami Mbak, right, was arrested by the police this afternoon." Instantly, this knee felt weak as if I lost my leg bones. Shaky hands.

"Eum, what's wrong with my husband, sir?" My voice is starting to get unstable. My chest's tight.

"He's being indicted on charges of molestation and defamation, Ma'am."

My body staggered backwards. Fortunately, my shoulder was held by the taxi driver who came down. Maybe after seeing a strange gurgle on me.

"Mbak why? Sick? How are you feeling like this?" I'm just mangap-mangap exactly like a stranded fish. Blank. I no longer know what to do and what to do. Fiks, this must be Eza's. Argha!