MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Missed One

After getting information at the Police Station where my husband was detained from the owner of Podo Moro Workshop. I rushed to the Sido Mukti 5 Police Station. Parking cab, I rushed down and ran into the Police Station.

"Good night. Sorry, who's Mom, huh?" greet one of Polwan.

"Good night. I'm Safa."

"Is there anything we can help you with, Ms Safa?" tanyakanya.

"Eum, if I want to go with my husband who is being held here, Ms. Polwan."

"But this is not a clock, Mother. So, no prisoners outside the clock, "he said softly.

"Help, ma'am, let me see my husband, please!"

"Sorry, Ms. Safa, still can't. If you want to swipe your husband, you can come tomorrow at the next big hour."

"What time is it, the clock is made, Mom?"

"From 10am to 02pm, Ms. Safa."

There's no other choice. I had to go home, because I was begging for free. My request was not granted. Tomorrow at the next hour I will return to see the state of the Bocil, as well as bring food for him.

Along the way I kept thinking about how the fate of the Bocil. The defamation penalty itself can be jailed for 9 months. While criminal persecution can be jailed for 2 to 5 years. Not to mention if the complainant asked for money and such.

I can definitely get through this. I need to be able to help my husband get out of prison. No matter how, how. I can't bear to leave him in jail for too long. Nor can it be if it is too long apart from him.

"Sir, we go to Mekar Jaya Housing, Kenanga road, block A, number 5, yes!"

"Oh, well, Ma'am."

Also in front of the gate of Eza's house. Suddenly hesitated to enter. What if he does not deserve anymore? But, for the sake of the Bocil, I have to be brave.

The gate was opened by a security man. Then I'm welcome to come in. Get behind the gate. Nyaliku ciut again.

"Yes, is the Eza sir home, sir?"

"Keep, now where does he live?"

"In his apartment, Ma'am."

"Which apartment, huh?"

"Wow, I also don't know about that, Ma'am. Maybe you can ask the person of his house, Ma'am, if you want more information," he suggested.

No, I don't want to see Eza's mom. He used to hate me. If I go in, the problem increases. Never mind, just wait for him at the office tomorrow.

"Eum, don't do it, sir. Thank ye. Sorry, it's been interrupting the time. Excuse me."

"Oh, yes, Ma'am. Go ahead" he said, opening the gate.

I got back in the cab, and went home. Until the house is late at night. Slender. Can't sleep, keep thinking about how the Bocil's condition in the cell there. Anyway wonder, why can play tangkep only, anyway? Ck, it's hard if it's money talking.

I'm like a crazy person. Go in Bocil's room. I hugged the clothes she was wearing, still left the scent of perfume and her body there. Not bad, a little treat a passionate longing. I hug the bolsters he used to hug. My tears are breaking down her pillow. Then laugh when you remember his silly behavior. Then cry again when I realize that he's not here.

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I don't know what time last night I fell asleep in Bocil's room. At 5 am I woke up, my head was heavy. But, forced themselves to be strong. Seeking justice for my husband. I have to fight to the point of blood loss.

The stomach feels very sore. From yesterday afternoon did not eat anything, but even so, this morning still does not taste breakfast. I forced a meal, only got 3 mouthfuls of my throat dragging. Really no longer swallowed. I let the fried rice sit on the table.

Trying to make fried noodles according to the Bocil. But, in fact, it still feels different. Not like his creation. Especially when you remember he's in jail there has breakfast yet? Again, the food was wasted. Tears broke again, imagined as she harassed me at this dining table.

Get ready for the office. I look forward to meeting Eza today at the Office. He really has gone too far to have distorted the facts. Hopefully Eza will retract the report, and solve this problem only in a familial manner.

"Argh! Why the hell, should I meet with him again?!"

"Oh, so you don't like meeting me?!"

My eyes are round, closing the door. Then turn back slowly. I stared at the figure in front of me.