PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapters 19. Escape.

Puspa smiled happily when he found a phone in his pocket. Think of it as a reward for his services to accompany the man Bangkotan even if only briefly.

"Just a minute, Om!" said Puspa while opening the man's suit. Of course, the man who had a dirty mind was happy when Puspa took off his clothes one by one. He did not know that Puspa made the suit as a leg wrapper.

Pranks!

One kick the window glass to shatter. "What's that sound?" he started to panic.

"The horse broke, Om." replied Puspa lightly. "What glass? why break it?" ask again.

"Si Om is very chatty to," furious Puspa.

Bugh!

Puspa hit the man's stomach so that his mouth was wide open.

The leb!

A lump of tissue he coals into his mouth, making the om instantly silent without a sound.

"Eatya Ojo chatty to, Om," said Puspa as he patted the man's shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry, I asked for his cell phone as a wage." After saying that, Puspa grabbed the bag on the bed and rushed out the window.

The sound of broken glass would definitely attract the attention of those large-bodied guards. Puspa must leave immediately before they come.

"Aww ..." Puspa groaned when accidentally his forehead scratched by the glass that was still attached to the window. The girl rushed over without caring about her pain.

Geck!

poke!

"Nh ...! What is that sound? Did something happen?" mom shouted from behind the door.

"Mmm .. mmm ...!" the old om can only make that sound as a sahutan because his mouth is stuffed.

Feeling something strange, my mother told her two bodyguards to break down the door.

Brak!

Once the door is opened.

"What's this?" mami panicked when she saw the state of the om who was sitting on the chair with his hands tied and mouth blocked.

"Hurry up and find the fucking girl!" Tell mami to her two aides. "Ready, Boss!" the two immediately ran out of the room. "I'm sorry Om. This is unexpected," she said as she untied the man's head and hands.

"Less aj*r, it's an insult, give me all my money back! Or I'll destroy this place." The old man named Danu was burning with anger. Not only was his desire unfulfilled, he also lost his self-esteem as well as his expensive phone.

"You should also change my phone that the girl took!" continued again.

"What's? he took the phone, Om?" mami was furious. After escorting Danu out she immediately contacted Raka.

"Come here soon, the girl ran away!" mom said in the phone call.

Puspa continued running when he saw two executioners chasing him. "A very sad to my fate Iki," Puspa continued to grumble throughout his escape.

Arriving at the side of the road the girl was silent looking at the road that was so crowded with vehicles that passed non-stop. The night was getting late, Puspa looked to his right and left, looking for a place he could use to hide, but he found nothing there.

"Woy ... Stop that!" One of the two men shouted as he continued to run. There is no other option Puspa has to cross the road.

Puspa's body bounced to the side of the road when a car hit him. The two mami executioners also saw him, they then stopped. "He got hit by Bro, what now?" ask one of them. "We can go back, we can be blamed later." The two men left Puspa lying across the street.

Puspa groaned feeling the pain all over his body, thank goodness he was not injured too badly. Puspa fell in shock with the car that came suddenly.

"Aren't you papa, Ma'am?" The driver got down and checked Puspa.

"My body feels sick to all sir, please!" puspa.

"You're bleeding, Ma'am!" The man panicked when he saw the blood flowing from Puspa's forehead. "Please, Sir. Get me out of here!" Puspa did not care about his injuries, the most important thing at this time he could escape from the pursuit of the family.

"Wait a minute." The man walked to the car, he was seen talking to the man in the car.

"The woman was hurt, sir," said the man who turned out to be a private driver. "Bring him to the car, we're home now!" answer someone from the car. "Good, Sir."

Puspa walked limped in to help the driver get into the car. Since he was carrying the master in the back seat, no other Puspa had to sit in the front.

Occasionally Puspa glanced at the man sitting in the back seat, he wondered why the man did not speak at all, when they had just hit him, at least he had to apologize, right?

The pain in his forehead began to feel, the glass scratch scars. His blood did not stop flowing even though Puspa had repeatedly wiped it.

The car turned into the spacious courtyard of a magnificent building, Puspa even forgot to close his mouth in amazement. "Is this a house or what?" mumbling slowly.

Brak!

The loud sound of the car door being closed blew the daydreams of Puspa. The tall man sitting in the back seat descended first and passed into the mansion before them.

"Let's get down, Ma'am!" The driver opened the door for Puspa.

"Whose house is this, sir?" tanya Puspa.

"This is the residence of Mr. Satya, the man from earlier," the man replied kindly.

"Wah .. very big yo, sir."

"Come, " said the driver. "Blogo ... Do you speak Javanese too?" ask Puspa. " Yo can wong me native east Java," the father smiled wryly. "Lo I've met you here."

"Here you go, let's go in! Your wound must be treated immediately if it can't be infected." Until then the private driver named Joko still thought if the wound on the forehead Puspa because of his actions.

Puspa's eyes were wide open, when he saw the contents in the large house. Just this time the village girl saw a residence like a palace in a fairy tale.

"Who is this, Jok?" A middle-aged woman appeared from the kitchen. "She .. What's your name?" joko said while looking at Puspa.

"I, Puspa." replied Puspa polite.

"So I hit him on the street, Mom. And he was injured, as you ordered, Puspa I brought home," Joko spoke at length.

"Come, Ma'am. Let me treat the wound, it seems quite severe lo," Puspa according to when the woman berkaster invited him into the room.

While Joko stepped towards her resting place. It was very late at night, he was also tired and needed rest.

"I, Marni. Household assistant here.and that was Joko, his personal driver Mr Satya, you've met to the same Mr Satya?" Marni began to clean the wound on Puspa's forehead carefully.

"Already, Mom. She's not mute?" tanya Puspa was curious. "Sopo?" Marnie asked back. " Mister Satya, is he mute?"

"Hush, haphazardly!" Marni patted Puspa's thigh. Strangely Puspa even felt happy. Meeting Marni and Joko is a fortune for the girl, but it won't last long because tomorrow morning she has to get out of there.