MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Ninja Road

I explained to the police the reason for the persecution of Eza. The police suggested that I look for evidence to corroborate my statement. It is also recommended to report back to Eza on the abuse charges, but if you report to each other, then when is this problem solved?

I want the truth to be revealed. My husband was found innocent, free. Eza was punished according to his actions. I remember the CCTV footage at the office. I nodded, and went back to the office.

Turns out Eza wasn't as stupid as I thought. He has cleaned all the evidence in the form of CCTV footage and others. If this is the case, what else should it be?

I stepped back into the work room. When I was ready to sit down, I heard someone calling Eza's name. I stood up and hurriedly walked over to Eza who was ready to enter his room.

"Sir, I want to talk!" He looked at his lips slanted cynically.

"Speak inside!"

Actually a little horrified. Especially if you remember what happened that night. How hard he is. But, for the sake of the Bocil, I must be brave and remain vigilant.

After entering and closing the door. I found Eza standing in front of his desk. Folding hands on the chest in his haughty style. He looked at me who was approaching him.

"What are you talking about?"

"On my husband!"

He had his lips smile on their sides again. "Why him?" ask him to be a fool.

"Don't doubt pilon, you!"

He was widened, changing position to stand firmly with both hands put in his pants pocket. "What do you want?"

"Please, unplug your report! You know all these things happen because of who? Don't be your loser! It's usually twisting the facts!"

He stopped grinning, looking at me sharply. "He deserves that punishment!"

"That should be punished is you, Za! My husband is innocent, he only defends his pride and his wife's honor. You know that!"

He chuckles undercut. "I will never retract my report! Never mind, just let him rot in jail, and you marry me!"

I nodded in disbelief at what he had just said. I shouldn't have begged him. My fault. I shook my stupid hand and walked out.

"Sa, if you want to marry me, I promise I'll let the boy go!"

I turned to him and looked at him worriedly. "If my husband had been in prison for a long time, I would never have married you, Za! I will be faithful to wait for him to come home! So, please, move on, Za!" A second later I went out and closed the door of the room.

Before long Eza came out of his room and walked towards the exit with hasty steps and a pretty serious look on his face. As he passed in front of my office, he turned. His gaze was full of anger. I hope he doesn't do anything weird about the Bocil anymore.

*****

For a week my husband lived in iron bars. The miss is so hot. Sepi is squeezing. Stuffy.

I was almost desperate. No longer know what to do? Looking for a lawyer whose price is skewed and the quality is good, it is not easy. Repeatedly begging Eza, still he did not change his decision. Not to mention the mother-in-law who now knows about the condition of her son, and continues to blame me for what happened to the Bocil.

This heart, in the words of in-laws as the unlucky bearer for the Bocil. Yes, although maybe the accusation in-laws there really is also. It's all because of me, but it's ..., argh!

Suddenly I want to meet Mr. Broto. Maybe he can help free the boy. Who knows, Eza will recite if he talks.

No matter if it's night. I got ready and ordered a taxi online. After the taxi came directly to the house of Mr. Broto. According to the news I got from Ulfa this afternoon, it is said that the main director of the company where my work has returned from the hospital. Don't forget I stopped by the fruit shop to buy his alakadar's hand.

I breathed repeatedly as I was about to squeeze the bell of Mr. Boss' house. Suddenly attacked by nervousness. Body's a little nervous. How was it, the reaction when I told him about his nephew's behavior later? What if I'm angry with you and I'm also reported on defamation charges?

Kuhela breathes repeatedly. Shaky hand stalling ready to press the bell button. Finally, I managed to squeeze the bell. Eyes closed in horror, and also trying to strengthen themselves.

I gasped at the sound of the door opening from the inside. Seconds later poked a middle-aged woman. Looks like she's a housekeeper here.

"I'm sorry, what's needed, huh?" tanyanya friendly.

"I'm Mr. Broto's employee. Want to see him."

"Oh, let's go in!" I'm nodding. Then follow it until it reaches a room that is quite spacious. On the king-size bed, Mr. Broto who was originally lying down in a row sat down after seeing my arrival.

"Eh, Safa!" exclaim Mr. Broto. I nodded clumsily.

"Yes, sir, this is a little fruit. Sorry, just the alakadar."

"If you want to come here, come here! Don't bother carrying everything."

"Not bothered, sir. Just a little."

"Surti sir, please slide that chair over here, yes, let it sit!" The woman called 'the mother of Surti' was obedient. Shifted the dressing chair to the side of Mr. Broto's bed, and told me to sit down.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Surti's mother nodded. Then he left after being told to prepare a drink for me. Mr. Broto chuckled, telling his maid to make him a drink, even though I had subtly refused.

"Rarely you come here when you are taken," said Mr. Broto with his baritone voice. A friendly smile accompanied.

"Yes, what is the condition of the Father, now?"

"As you can see. It's better."

I nodded, smiling clumsily. "What pain is it?"

"Typhus. That's why it's a little durable." I'm nodding. Genuinely clumsy.

"Eh, there's a guest apparently!" exclaims Mother Laila-wife Mr. Broto who just entered the room. I smiled and nodded kindly towards him. Stand up to welcome his arrival.

"So, just sit down!"

"Yes, thank you, Mom." The atmosphere has become more and more clunky since the arrival of Bu Laila. Confused where to start?

Ready to talk about Eza. Surti's mother came with a tray of drinks for me. I also stopped talking.

"Please drink, Mother!" I'm obeying Surti's word. After that he went back.

"Come, drink!" tell Bu Laila who is now sitting on the edge of the bed next to her husband.

"Yes. Drink up! Must be thirsty, have traveled far," said Mr. Broto. I nodded then sipped it a little and put it on a small table that had been deliberately shifted from the corner of the room to my side by Ms. Surti.

Want to start talking, Mr. Broto even asked about the category. While Ms. Laila even asked about my status is married or not. Both are very friendly and kind. Distinct from the haughty and arrogant Eza.

"Eum, earlier I'm sorry, sir. First, I came here because I want to meet and visit the Father. Second ... There's something I want to talk to you about." Huf, it could finally start the conversation, even though the hands were trembling badly.

"What are you talking about?" ask Mr. Broto.

"My existence here is necessary or not? Otherwise, let me go first."

"Oh, that's okay, ma'am. I'll just stay here." The husband wife nodded. Then look at each other for a moment.

"Okay, so what do you want to talk about?" the Lecar Mr. Broto. His wife silently watched. Both eyes were aiming at me waiting for me to speak.

"So this is it, sir. A week ago my husband was arrested by the police." Both looked surprised.

"What case is it?" ask Ms. Laila impatiently.

"He was accused of maltreatment and defamation and fined 2 billion" I said. Ms. Laila silenced her mangap mouth.

"Why can you be accused like that?" ask Mr. Broto.

"He's trying to help me who's being abused, sir." Again, Ms. Laila shut her mouth.

"The man who had come close to harassing me, turned the facts upside down and threw my husband into prison."

"Okay, so you want me to help you prepare the best lawyers, right?" guess Mr. Broto. I'm shaking.

"Lantas, what?" his pedicab.

"I would like, Mr. speaking to the complainant to retract the report and its demands. Who knows, if you and Mom are talking, she will listen and want to give my husband's leniency."

Mr. Broto and Ms. Laila looked at each other. Maybe they are confused. Then look at me again.

"What do you mean, huh?" ask Bu Laila to make sure it's possible.

"I want to ... Father and Mother persuaded the whistleblower to drop his demands" I said once again.

"Why should we?" asked Mr. Broto, his face still looked confused.

"Because ... the complainant .. a-is ... Eza, Sir, Mom."

Again, Ms. Laila shut her mouth. Mr. Broto was stunned for a moment. Duh, hopefully not put into his health. So cringe. Horrified if suddenly Mr. Broto hangs.

"Eza ... my nephew?" I nodded, Mr. Broto asked. The man nodded, not believing it possible. Bu Laila was also his expression between believing and not. They both remained silent for a long time. I was rumbling to enjoy the rumbling heart, anxiously awaiting the next reaction of Mr. Broto and Ms. Laila.