MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

And Happened Again

Two men sat in the front seat. One was driving, the other was just sitting. Two more men flank me in the backseat. In total there were four men in the car who took me out of nowhere. I can't ask, my mouth smothered with duct tape. And my hands were tied back after a time of struggle against these foreign men with my weightless punch.

The car turned to the right of the road, entered the wide street, then stopped in front of a very large and magnificent house. After the towering gate was opened by a large tall man and dressed all in black in tune with the glasses worn. The car drove through the gate and stopped in front of the terrace.

I was forcibly pulled down. As I muttered, without the ba-bi-bu a man shouldered my body into this magnificent house. Take the elevator to the top floor. After exiting the elevator, I was still shouldered and my body was thrown onto a large soft mattress. The room was also very nice and beautiful. Ornaments sheen. Luxurious.

The duct tape that covered his mouth and the rope that tied his hands were removed. After that, I was left alone inside this large and spacious room.

"You who? Why bring me to this place?"

The tall man did not answer my question. He sauntered away carrying his flat face. In this room, I don't know what to do. My phone is still on the Bocil, I can't call and ask how he is and tell him where I am here. But I am sure my husband will find me. Like when I was kidnapped by a herd of kidnapping and human trafficking syndicates. Yeah, I'm sure.

Now, I just need to be patient waiting for my husband to come pick me up. Or maybe even trying to escape from here. Yeah, I should try too.

I got up from the bed, was just about to check the window, and the door turned. Looks like someone's coming. Right, seconds later the door opened and it appeared who the opener was. A middle-aged woman in a white uniform and black blemishes. The black tray in his hand, contained various foods and drinks.

The woman walked to the side of the bed and placed the tray on a table with an elongated sofa behind her. The woman looked down respectfully at me. Then allow eating using his thumb cue that points food at the table. I'm still flustered, confused by all this.

"Mr ...." I stopped my speech, as the mother raised her hand in the air, gesturing me not to speak. He again pointed at the food on the table with his thumb. Once again nodding politely, then exit the room.

I ran after him, about to come out, but it was too late. The door was locked from the outside. I bite my lips while shaking my waist. Scratching your head, between confusion and annoyance.

Again, I walked closer to the window. Very wide glass window. The permanent window. Cannot be opened and closed. There's a glass door connecting between this room and the balcony, but it's locked and I don't know where the key is.

All the drawers and cabinets I opened to find the key to the door to the balcony. However, nil. No key whatsoever. In the closet there are only a few sets of women's clothes. Then in the drawer, there are only books and magazines and paper.

Again, I tried to open the door. Still locked. Then sitting on the edge of the bed, my mind was fixed on the Bocil. Somehow he's in condition now. Ah, I'm really worried about thinking about it.

My tail glanced over the tray. The food inside is delicious. This stomach hurts hungry, but there is no appetite. All I have in my head is about the Bocil. What if he doesn't help? Or ... What if he is helped by a beautiful woman? Ck!

I flinched when the door suddenly opened. A moment later nongol two men. One man stood by the door, and another sat next to me.

"This man is your husband, right?" The man next door showed a picture of the boy on his phone. It seems like this man was photographing the Bocil secretly from a distance.

Now what? Should I nod or pretend I don't know Bocil? I fear my answer jeopardizes my husband's life.

"You who? What do you want?" I reply with questions too. The man next to snorted in annoyance.

"If you are asked that, answer! Not even asking back!" snapped it. I looked down in horror. He continued to push and intimidate. Until I finally nodded.

"From now on, the cave does not need to play physically!" dumbling. His burly muscular slap left a spicy taste on these cheeks. Even my eyes water.

"So, you know where he hid his backpack?" ask again. My forehead is creeping in not understanding.

A backpack?

What backpack?