MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

DOOORS!

I ran out of energy and decided to fall down after trying to open the door, but could not. Look at the ceiling and start fantasizing. If my husband had come to help me. Ah, I'll just hug her. Close-fitting.

I flinched and was immediately in a sitting position when the door was opened by a pellet-headed and burly man.

"Eh, what the hell is this?" I jolted as the man pulled my arm.

"Where am I going to take you?" The man kept pulling me forcibly out of the room. I think it's a good time to escape. I bit his arm and his grip automatically slipped off. I ran looking for a way out. However, damn it can not be denied, I was stuck in the middle of the corridor where at both ends there were some burly men stepping here.

I'm surrounded and I can't dwell anymore. Finally it can only be resigned when one of the men shouldered my body and put in the car. Then my head was wrapped in a black cloth, and my mouth was bandaged and my hands were tied back. I don't know where else to take it. Ask for free.

*****

"Damn! There's a cop in front" said one of the men in the front seat. Followed by another man.

"Yes, just open it up the same ties with the headgear!" From the source of his voice it seemed that was speaking this time the driver.

"okay." The man on my left nodded, then opened the headgear, duct tape and fastened the armband.

"Well, if you open your mouth!" threaten the man on my right.

"If you open your mouth, you and your husband are finished." The man on the left intimidates. Then I was briefed so that later when I got to the checkpoint it recognized them as my bodyguard and driver. There's no other choice. I was afraid of taking wrong action and even harming my husband.

"Remember, don't be suspicious!" said the man who was driving to me.

"Smile!" tell the man on my left to nudge my arm just before the windshield opens.

"Hello. Good afternoon," said the police officer who will conduct the examination.

"So late, sir," said the men in the car. The man on my right elbowed my arm, giving the code so that I would also answer the cop's greeting.

"Sore, sir," I said, then commented with a smile.

"That's why the mama was flanked like that? Women themselves again" the police said with suspicion.

"I'm his personal driver, Mr. Non." The man driving answered first. Followed by another man who claimed to be my bodyguard.

"Is that so, Ma'am?" The police are making sure it looks like. Actually, I really want to be honest, if I'm being held hostage here. However, what if the threat that was thrown earlier was not a bluff. What if because of my confession Bocil is in danger? Nah! I don't want to be rash. But, what if it turns out that later I was thrown away or sold? Argha! Dilemmas.

Again, the man on my right elbowed slowly. "Non, asked that, same cop, really dumb."

"Eh, what, sir?" ask the police.

"Is this really your personal driver and bodyguard?"

"Yes, Sir. Is correct. And I happen to want an important meeting with my client. If it's too late, it could fail my project, sir," I said. After checking the vehicle letter and it was declared complete, the police finally let us continue our journey.

After driving far enough away from the police raid, my mouth was slammed again. The head was closed and the hands tied again as before. The car that was still driving on a crowded street, is now speeding on a deserted road. I don't hear any more vehicles passing by. Lest I be finished off, then taken my organs if there is a selling point.

The car stopped somewhere. I was dragged out. The head is still in a state of being wrapped. Hands are tied too. Then he was led, invited in. I don't know where to go. I can't see anything.

"Stop it!" tell one of the men. Everything stopped too.

"Try the video call first it's a boy. He's afraid he's bringing in troops or he's bad he's taking the cops."

"Okay, Boss."

"Where are you?" ask the man I suspect is talking to his interlocutor on the phone screen.

"It's in position."

Wait a minute, it's like the boy's voice.

"You're alone, right?" ask the man next to me.

"As per agreement. The cave came by itself!"

That's right the Bocil's voice. I wanted to scream, but my mouth was still in the duct tape. I can't talk.

"If you bring someone else let alone a cop, this is a girl!" threaten the man next door.

"Quiet down. You can hold the cave talk!" concluded the Bocil. Yeah, I'm sure it's him. Soon, all this will be over and I will be together again with my husband soon.

"Come, walk!" snapped at the man next to me while pushing my shoulder roughly.

"Have your guts too, come here alone," said the man next door.

"Body can be small, guts no opponents, Boss!" answer the Bocil. My smile was held back by the fucking duct tape. I can't wait to run and hug her, but my hands are still blocked.

"Where's the stuff?" ask the man next door in a loud voice.

"It's the same cave."

"Elo throw that backpack over here first ...."

"I can't do that, dong. This cave of love stuff, elo kasih bini cave," as it were. Right, that's it .. my husband.

"Cannot. The cave wants to check the stuff first. Still intact what not. You calm down, the talk of the cave can hold. As long as it's intact, the cave guarantees bini elu cave balikin in one piece as well." No more word from Bocil. Maybe he was beset by doubts and dilemmas.

"You don't know, your bini is over!" threaten the man next door while attaching something to this forehead. Guess guns. I don't know.

"Eh, don't-don't! Okay, cave throw this stuff, but please, get away that gun from the cave's bini head!" It turned out to be a gun attached to this forehead. Not long after I heard an item being thrown and landed right on my right side. I think it's a backpack that I don't know what it's in.

"Safe, Boss. It was still intact" said one of the men moments later.

"good. We unplug!" bring the man called boss. Seconds later my hand was released.

DOOORS!

"YES!"

Holy hooch! The kid! What the hell happened to him?