MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Brutal Attack

I heard the sound of the men's shoes moving away from this place. The boy groaned in pain. I can't see what's been shot. My head was still closed, and I was still busy trying to untie the hand while crying tears. I can only scream in my heart.

"Aargha!" I heard the Bocil groan long. Seconds later came the limping footsteps approaching. He can still walk here? Ah, thank goodness. I feel him untie in the hand. After the rope came off, I hurried to open the head curator, then threw away the duct tape that was stuck in the mouth. Bocil sat down while holding his blood-soaked leg. I shut my mouth. Shock. It was his leg that was shot.

"How now? What am I supposed to do?" manya panic.  Then crouched down next to my husband who was even dumbstruck looking at me without blinking.

"heeh! What's to do?" she exclaimed as I prepared to undress, "I know that Mamu misses me so much, but please, not here and not now. Look dong, my leg's been shot" he continued.

I snort, she grinned. "For the gini cake situation as well. The places!" namelku, "I want to use my buja to wrap your wounds," I added.

"Don't dress. My clothes," he said.

"Why? I'm wearing a singlet shirt, really."

"He knows, but wear my clothes, "" he forced. Then take off his shirt and used to tie his wound so that the bleeding is slightly restrained.

"Where's your HP?" door looked. She shook her head. My forehead winches.

"Nothing."

"How is it? Didn't you just call the same guy's video call?" my pedicabs.

"So after my leg was shot, one of the men seized my HP and was taken away. I'm sure it's HP dumped so we can't call for help."

"How do you feel, now?" my many.

"We're the way out of this building" he said. My eyes also monitor around and it turns out the appearance of this place is very creepy. I lurched closer and tangled in Bocil's arm.

"The place is serem, Cil," I whine.

"Select, mode. Say kangen, use the reason for the place to serem all," he said.

I pat her shoulder slowly. "Seriously. Serem. What the hell place, this?"

"Used sugar cane factory. Built in the Dutch colonial era," he explained.

"Takuuut," whined. Increasing the grip.

"If you're afraid to kiss" he said, shaking his lips.

"Is the correlation afraid of kissing?" I'm kind of stubborn.

"If abis is kissed it must be afraid of ilang and .. pain in my feet must also subside."

"Let's kiss her when she heals her leg."

"Both," his whine spoiled.

"Ck, no, mending now I help you stand up. Keep me out looking for help." I flinched as she pulled my body into her arms, I had no chance to protest. Lips mastered.

"I miss," he said after the unification of our lips. The distance of our faces is very close. I could feel her warm breath hitting the face area. His hand caressed this cheek.

"Me too" I said.

"Also what?"

"Kangen," I blushed.

"You're nothing, are you, as long as you're being held captive by that criminal?" later scabbard.

"No, really. Aman." He breathed a sigh of relief. I postponed asking them who they were. I'd rather get him out and get help.

Outside the former factory building, he asked to stop. We also sat beside an elongated iron bench that was worn out by age. It was rusty and some of the iron was almost broken.

"We'll just wait here" he said.

"Wait who?"

"Help," he answered. Seconds later grimaced in pain. I can't bear to see it.

"Who will come to help us?" He nodded with a mutter.

"For long without his help?" much worry. Because the blood on his legs continues to seep even though he has been wrapped in his clothes.

"I think it'll be a minute."

I pulled his head and laid it on the side of my chest. I gently rubbed his cheek. I hold it when he's gonna pull out of my arms.

"I'm sorry, yeah. All because I've been like this."

"Shhhh! It's not your fault. So stop beating yourself up. Okay." Okay." His hands framed this face. Not long ago, the sound of a motorbike approached here. Some of the boy's bikers came to pick us up.

"Where is the kingpin?" ask the Bocil.

"Pure. It's in the hands of the police" replied one of Bocil's friends.

Three motors immediately unplug. One piggybacking on the Bocil. My only bell. Another one is in the back. The rest are still looking for Bocil's HP which is likely to be discarded around the old factory. 

*****

"It hurts, huh?" ask me after Bocil's leg is done in surgery. It's bandaged now.

"No pain, just a little pain" he answered.

I was just about to ask who those people were and what the backpacks were. Door knocked. The Bocil's friend who came to hand over HP. We met in one piece, but died. Probably because the battery is lowbat. Bocil also asked his friend to lend a charger to the sisters. Once it can be directly stamped, and it turns out to be true. Just lowbat.

The police came to say hello, then asked how things were going. Seeing the condition of my husband's legs, the police gave lightening. We were only questioned in the hospital directly. Not asked to come to the office. He even told us to go home quickly so we could get some rest.

I could hear how Bocil's testimony was about that drug-filled backpack. It is said that all these problems began when the backpack of one of the motor children was exchanged and it turned out that the contents of the drug. The motorbike boy panicked, asking my husband for help. Then the problem got longer. In fact, one of Bocil's friends was shot by the mob and is now in critical condition in a different hospital.

My husband only explained his chronology until I was taken hostage. He still owes an explanation of how he finally managed to cooperate with the police and managed to bend the mafia.

"Once again, thank you very much. Thanks to the help of Mas Dafa and his friends, finally the mobster caught the drug kingpin as well" said the police. I gawk.

"Yes, Sir. Same" answered my husband. I still remained silent in disbelief. So, yesterday-yesterday I was living in a drug kingpin's mafia house? Ah, if I had known from the beginning who they were, I wouldn't have slept well there.

"Yes, for all the costs of Mas Dafa foot medicine, it has been borne by our side. So, Mas Dafa and Mbak Safa no longer need to think about the cost of the hospital," said the police. Me and Bocil say thank you. The police then decided to go back to the office to follow up on the case. While the boy's friend waited outside the room.

"Why?" asked the boy as I looked at him sharply.

"Denger yes, this is the first and last time you deal with the mafia. I don't like it!" my murmur.

"I don't like it, why am I afraid?" goda.

"It's not just you who's why, but I'm involved too, right? Anyway, I don't hear you or see you dealing with people like them!"

"Yes. This is the last." His hand stroked this cheek gently.

"I can't bear it until you're doing anything about dealing with people like them. Too dangerous and risky" I continued.

"Yes. Not again. The suwer!" He raised his finger to form the letter V.

"We're going straight home, yuk! I can't stand ...." He hung his words. I'm glaring.

"No, hold on to what?" my sentakku.

"I can't stand the smell of the hospital. Yeee, what do you think?" goda. I blushed.

"Some who told you to talk about it was paused. That's why don't be ambiguous!" my nag. She grinned as she pointed at my face that might be met with pink. I'm getting the wrong attitude.

*****

"Thanks yes, Gais. I just nganter cave as bini cave home," said the Bocil to his friend.

"Not formal, bro. The disgust of the cave is horrified" said one of them.

After coffee and eating, they go home. Anyway, it's night. The house was so quiet after all.

Now we both live. He complained of sleepiness and tiredness. Ask to be moved to the room. He said that after the anesthetic was gone, it was painful.

"Four," I nagged as she kissed me on the cheek. My position again is papah.

"Kangen," he whispered.

"Eling. Remember the same feet!" my ketus.

"Can tuker position," he said. After he sat down on the edge of the bed. My reflex hit his shoulder, he complained.

"Eh, sorry-sorry. Sick, huh?" I gently rubbed my thump.

"That's not what you need, but here." My hands were moved to her cheeks and her eyes were fixed on me. I'm getting more and more misbehaved and clumsy. He drew his face closer.

"I don't like rejection!" he said as I turned my face away. Intend teasing him. He framed my face, I could no longer avoid his brutal attacks.