QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)

HOMECOMING

Queena stared at Brachon, as the car they were riding in stopped in front of the alley leading to Queena's house.

It feels like just yesterday Queena left this alley to deliver a bed sheet order to a consumer in a downtown apartment. One silly incident that even led Queena became a prisoner of Brachon Ley for one and a half years.

The alley has not even changed much and the conditions are still almost the same as one and a half years ago when Queena passed him for the last time, before he was lost for so long.

"Did you change your mind?" Brachon's question immediately disperse the reverie of Queena.

"Of course not!" Queena replied quickly while looking firmly at Brachon.

"I'll be down now!" Said Queena again as she removed her seatbelt. Queena opened the car door herself and the woman closed her eyes, breathing deeply like a prisoner who had just enjoyed his freedom.

Yep, yeah,

Queena has just been freed from the clutches of Brachon Ley! Queena is completely free now.

Queena looked back at Brachon, before the woman closed the car door.

"Good bye! I'll never see you again for good!" Queena said cynically to Brachon who only smiled faintly.

"My mansion door is always open for you, Queen!" Brachon said, which Queena answered only with a slam of the car door.

Queena quickly leaves Brachon's car and goes into an alley that will take her to her small family's house.

"Barley, mama's home!" Queena muttered that her eyes were starting to heat up. Queena was already getting impatient to meet and hug the son. Then explain all the things that have happened to him in the past year.

Queena increasingly accelerated his steps, when the gate of his tiny house was already visible from a distance. The woman had even run towards her house while muttering Barley's name repeatedly.

"Barley! Mama's home!"

"Barley!"

Queena stretched her hand forward and as quickly as lightning grabbed the white iron fence of her house. Can't wait to open the gate....

It's locked!

"Good Bag!" Queena shook the iron fence and tried to open it but failed because the gate was locked from the outside. It seems like Barley and Mas Bagus are leaving.

Disappointment instantly enveloped Queena's heart. The woman tried to look into the rumaj and look for a small crack of fiber that closed the inside of the gate. Namin's house also looked lonely and it seemed true Queena's guess that Barley and Mas Bagus were leaving.

"Ck!" Queena shook once more the iron gate in frustration, as the roar of the motor came closer to her.

Queena immediately turned her head when the black matic motor stopped in front of the house. Queena's eyes immediately rounded perfectly, as she looked at who was on the motor matic earlier.

"Barley!"

"Good Mas?"

Queena immediately approached Mas Bagus and Barley who sat on the bonceng chair and looked confused. The boy was also seen rubbing his eyes.

"Barley-" Queena was about to hug the son when Mas Bagus quickly prevented.

"Sorry, who are you?" Tanya Bagus who had quickly come down from the top of the motorbike, then took Barley from the bonceng chair and carried him.

"Mas, I'm Queena!" Said Queena while staring into the face of Bagus who looked confused.

"Don't joke!"

"But I'm your wife, Mom! How could you forget?" Queena was already shouting at Good.

Shouting frustrations to be exact!

After all, how could Mas Bagus forget about Queena?

Queena's only been gone for a year!

Is Queena's husband amnesiac?

"Don't joke!"

"Queena was dead a year ago-" Nice's voice choked and the man's face suddenly turned sad. While Barley had even hidden his face in the arms of the father.

"I'm alive, Mom!"

"I'm not dead!"

"Did I forget about me? I'm Queena, Mas! I'm Queena!" Queena continued to shout at Bagus who was shaking her head.

"No!"

"You're not Queena!" Say Good firmly.

"You're not Queena!" Cut Nice snapping.

"No need to make up a story let alone confess me!"

"Your face doesn't even look like Queena, you crazy lady!" Nice speech that feels like a lightning strike to Queena.

The woman felt her own face, when then her gaze was pounded on the Nice motor. Queena immediately approached the black motorbike and then stretched her face in the rearview mirror of the motorbike.

Queena momentarily turned her back, as she found an unfamiliar face in the rear-view mirror. His hands fumbled across his face to make sure what was true was his face.

Wasn't it!

That's not Queena's face!

Then it's whose face and why the foreign face was stuck in Queena's body replacing the original face of Queena who had gone somewhere.

"Go from here!" Bid Bagus next to Queena who was still lamenting his face which has now turned into a foreign face....

Queena no longer even recognized the face....

"Go-"

"Mas, I'm Queena!" Queena gripped Bagus hand tightly and pleaded with her husband.

"I told you not to confess!"

"I remember my wife's face and you're not Queena! You're not my wife!" Siara Bagus sounded louder and louder, accompanied by Barley's cry that suddenly broke.

"Barley!"

"Barley, it's mama!" Queena changed into holding Barley's hand, but only a few moments, Good had already touched him and Barley's cry sounded louder.

"Go, mad woman!" Get rid of Bagus firmly, before the man opened the gate of the house and brought Barley inside.

"Good Bag!" Call Queena who hebdak follow, but Good moves to close the gate faster than Queena moves.

"Good Mas, open the door! I'm Queena, Mas!" Queena banged against the iron fence and shouted to Good.

"Mas heard my explanation first! It's me Queena, Mas!"

"Good Bag!" Queena continued to shout in frustration but there was no answer from either Good or Barley.

"Aarraygggh!" Queena grabbed her own hair and returned in frustration. The woman approached the motorbike Nice again to see a foreign face that now replaces her face.

"Why...." Queena groped her foreign face.

"Why has my face changed like this? Whose face is this?"

"It's...." Queena groped her face with anger, as her memory drifted to the scene a few months back.

As he lay in the hospital in pain all over his face and almost half of his body.

As he lay helpless as a paralytic, the doctor and nurse never gave him a mirror.

Then his memory drifted further into the night when Brachon slammed a sharp knife into both of his cheeks....

"Your face is no longer drab, although it still looks a bit awful!"

"The swelling will slowly decrease. Then you'll recover."

Sentences Vincent and the doctor who handled it at that time continued to flash in Queena's mind until finally the woman realized one thing....

This is all Brachon's doing!

Brachon has turned Queena's face into a foreign one.

Bajak*ngan fucker!

Queena will ask for an explanation as well as make a calculation on the baj*ngan man now!

"Brachon, you're such a fucker!!!"

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