MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Disconnected Connection

"What backpack do you mean?" ask me not to understand.

"Don't act pilon!" harden it while pointing at this face. I cramped in horror and turned my face away. Afraid of slapping again.

"I really don't know what backpack you mean" I said.

Again, the man showed a photo of a black backpack. I was watching carefully. Then think hard. Remembering what Bocil once carried that backpack, but I don't remember anything.

"He ever bring this backpack home or not?" ask her with a high tone. Probably furious. I'm shaking. Because as I recall, my husband never carried a black backpack like in recent photos.

"Don't lie!" he snapped while pounding the mattress. I tiptoed in shock.

"I'm not lying. Really, I've never seen my husband carry such a backpack!" I'm trying to convince.

The man stood up, restored his hair and snorted in annoyance. He then looked at his friend who was standing near the door as if asking 'this is how' using facial movements. While the man near the door was raising the shoulder of an ignorant sign.

"Aragh!" erang the man in front of me while shuffling his hair. Frustrations.

"What does it really contain?" ask me to vent. However, I did not get an answer. The two men instead left after looking at me with cynical gazes.

*****

Counted two days and two nights I was confined to this magnificent house. Until now they have not answered who it is. The middle-aged woman who used to send food to my room never answered when I asked 'who they are.' The woman speaks a thousand languages.

I've been trying to seduce with words and looks compassionate to borrow a cell phone to the middle-aged woman who I later knew named Mira. But it never worked. He refused to lend me his phone.

Until finally I had to use my own way to get the phone placed in the pocket of the pants. I acted like a copet. The first attempt failed. I didn't give up, kept on experimenting until it finally worked. The phone had moved into my hand and the woman did not notice it.

It's the fifth day I've been held here and there's no sign of anyone coming for me. Somehow Bocil's condition is out there. I was so tired of crying and hoping for a miracle.

I pulled out the phone from under the pillow. Trying to unlock it. I can only curse, apparently using a cipher pattern. I've tried various patterns and haven't opened up yet.

Quickly I hid the phone into a pillowcase when the door moved. Seconds later the door opened. It turned out to be the middle-aged woman who had come with two men. They helped each other find their phones.

"Try calling!" said one of the men. My eyes are round, my heart is beating erratically. What if the phone rings. Smear me!

The man tried to call. I enjoy the pounding in my chest. Breathing as if not free. Restrained. The other man and woman sharpened their hearing.

"Continue, but there's no sound, huh?" said the man who was calling. Showing the phone screen. I let out a sigh of relief. The woman patted her head.

"It's hard that's the story, '" said the other man.

"What happened, dong?" whining that woman put on a sour face. Both men compactly raise their shoulders.

"Try once again we're looking," said one of the men. The three of them went back to rummaging through this entire room. Again, my heart beat erratically as the hand of one of the men grabbed the pillow inside which was the phone.

"Try searching inside!" tell the other guy. The man holding the pillow nodded and his hands began to slip into the pillowcase. Finish my history.  I looked down in horror.

I heaved a sigh of relief as the phone of the man who was about to check inside the pillowcase rang. He delayed his activities, picked up the phone.

"Ready, Boss!" the man then turned off the phone. Then put the pillow originally on the mattress.

"We have a new assignment from Boss. We were all asked to go downstairs, "he said, putting his phone in his jeans pocket.

"How will my phone go?" ask the woman.

"Once, we'll find it again later. We go down to meet the Boss. Don't let him get angry" replied one of the men.

I was sitting on the edge of a messy bed. Squeezed his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Then take out the phone again trying to open the password pattern. However, it still failed and there was a notification that it had been more than three experiments. You can try again after a while. I'm looking down lethargic. Dashed is my hope. More silent when seeing the appearance of a thinning battery.

I celebrated like I had won the race when the cipher pattern finally managed to open. Quickly I typed Bocil's number. The first call is not raised, nor the second nor the third. I'm starting to growl. Battery life is below five percent. Warning to be immediately connected to the charger continues to clink.

"Hello." I gave thanks in my heart when finally the voice of the Bocil was heard on the other end of the phone. These eyes are teary and the chest feels tight.

"Hello, it's me" I said raucously.

"Huh-hello. It's Mamu?"

"Yes." Yeah." My tears began to drip I sobbed. I heard he was really excited on the other end of the phone. Repeatedly giving thanks.

"How are you?" askaku in between the sidelines.

"I'm good. How are you and where are you?"

"I'm at ...." Phone connection disconnected. The battery runs out and seconds later the screen goes dark. Cellphone off. I was sluggishly sitting on the edge of the bed. Layu is my hope.