MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Trapped

The car finally stopped after a long trip. Then the cover of my head was opened by a man. Also head cover with the girl next to me.

"Come, down!" shouted one of the men who was sturdy and level-headed plontos. His sturdy arm pulled this shoulder down. It was rough and felt very tight and painful. However, my groaning in pain was ignored.

Me and the girl I didn't know her name was forcibly pushed into a house. A large and two-story house. Arriving in front of a room, my steps were held back to stop. One of the men unlocked the door. While the other man opened the rope that tied my hand as well as the hand of the waist-long haired girl next to him. After that we were both pushed into the room and locked.

"Hey, open!" I shouted after I opened the cloth that covered this mouth. The girl next door also did the same, but it seemed that the foreign men ignored our cries.

I'm tired of screaming. Then decided to sit on the floor leaning against the door and hugging his knees. While the girl next door was still yelling while banging on this white door.

"Hey, that's enough! Sit down!"

Before long he finally sat next to the same style. Hugging knees. He sobs. From the look on his face and the look in his eyes he looked very frightened.

I took a deep breath, trying to strengthen myself. Then rubbed his shaken shoulders as a result of his sobbing channeled strength as well as calmness. Although I was actually scared myself.

Yeah, there's a lot of fear coming in. Afraid of not being able to go home. Afraid of not being able to see Bocil again, and more. My tears finally shed when the smile and all the pranks of the Bocil imagine like a slideshow in this mind.

I'm sure he must be worried and anxious. Somehow now how is his condition? What the hell is he doing? Maybe I was confused looking for me.

I wiped my tears, and I took a deep breath. Looking at the beautiful girl next door, she still sobbed. Squeeze his shoulders to channel the calm again.

"Oh, don't cry! We have to save energy to try to get out of here." The girl looked over and looked at me with her red eyes.

"I'm sorry, yes, brother. Because of me, Brother is getting carried away," he said raucously.

"That's it. Maybe it's our destiny to get here. Oya, what's your name?"

"I'm Nita, Brother." He sobbed again.

"I'm Safa. Dong, he cried. We move sit over there, yuk!" ask me to point at the bed. He's nodding. I stood up and led him. We sat side by side on the bed. I let her continue her crying until she was satisfied and calm.

"Who was that guy, actually? What are you having problems with them?" my girlfriend after Nita was rather calm.

She shook her head. "I don't know either, Brother."

"Certainly, why can they be carried in the same way?"

"I don't know either, Brother. So, the story goes that I came to the park to meet a guy I knew via social media, but the new fitting until on the side of the road immediately there was a car stopped next to me and I was smothered like you saw earlier," he explained. His voice sounded raucous again.

"That means it's probably a kidnapping syndicate."

Nita clasped my arm tightly, she looked very frightened. "What is our fate, brother?" His eyes were dripping with clear circles again.

"Next time do not easily believe the same people who are newly known via social media, huh? Don't want to be invited to meet anywhere!" Nita nodded while sobbing.

"What do we do now, brother?" tanyanya in between tears. His hand still clenched this arm. I look around. The size of this room is quite large. There were wide curtains stretched out, which I believe covered a window. There is also a door a few steps to the left of this bed.

"So soon, let me check that there's a way out?" I took off his hand that was clutching this arm. I got up and walked closer to the curtain. After I arrived, there was a wide glass window. Unfortunately the window is permanent, can not be opened and closed. It is unlikely that the kidnappers were that stupid. Must have been calculated carefully everything.

I tried to open the door on the left side of the bed. Apparently behind it there is a fairly spacious bathroom as well. There is a shower and bathup complete with other toiletries such as soap, shampoo, odol and others. In this bathroom there is also no gap that if it can be used as a way to escape.

"Where, brother?" Nita went into the bathroom. I turned to him and shook my head. He's moody.

"That means we can't get out of here, dong?" continued. I put my shoulders down.

"What will these people do to us next, huh, brother?" Again, I put my shoulders down. Because I don't know what my fate will be.

"Yes, we sit back or rest first. Or do you want to take a shower?" my many. Nita shakes. He followed me, and we sat back on the bed.

I climbed into the middle of the bed, sat leaning against the head of the bed, and grabbed the bolster and hugged him. Then began to fantasize and dream that Bocil came to save like in the movies. Ah, but it doesn't feel possible. Either he can find me here or not. He didn't see me when I was taken away by a herd of kidnappers.

"My parents must be worried" said Nita, she continued to look down deeply. There was regret on his face. Maybe he regretted his carelessness.

Ah, if I had just shouted as hard as I could, maybe I was still with my man. Not in here. In this foreign place. Ck! I was careless and stupid.

"My husband must be worried now too." Nita.

"Aren't you married?" I'm nodding.

"I'm sorry, brother, because of me ... Brother must be separated from brother's husband." I smiled bitterly at him. Pretending to be strong, even though this heart cries bitterly.

In fact, just briefly separated from the Bocil, I have missed. What else if you remember he just got out of the hospital. Even the wound still needs to be treated routinely. It should be time to clean the wound with red medicine and alcohol. Does he remember and have time to clean and treat his wounds or not? I guess not! Because he must be worried about me and looking for me.

"Sister!"

"Hmmm. Why?" sahutku. I got tense as Nita put on an anxious expression.

"If it turns out the people were willing to take our organs and sold how?"

I thought the same thing. I also feel the same fear. We were also busy with our own thoughts. What if what Nita thinks is true?

Is my story and that Bocil's gonna end here?