SHACKLED IN LOVE IN A NEIGHBORING COUNTRY

Khaizan comeback

Shackled in Love in Negeri 20

6 Months later

Khazan

Go to work as usual, from afar I see like there is someone who is lying in the middle of the road. No one wants to help him. They just watch for a while after it leaves.

Life in the city is cruel, waiting for the viral first there is a new help. I decided to help the man and take him to the hospital.

JLEB,

It turns out Haizan, he had a motor accident, his motorbike was destroyed, was it hit, or fell by himself. I never thought I'd see her again. 6 months ago she desecrated me. Time went by so fast that I didn't realize I was trying to become a better person and I thank God I feel better than before to Malaysia. Now I meet this guy again.

Suddenly the devil whispered in my ear, telling me to go and let him die. For abusing and abandoning me in Malaysia.

But, my conscience says, no matter how evil people are to us. It is not appropriate for us to reply. Reply with do'a, achievement and success. If we retaliate with evil too. What a difference does it make to us as him.

Haizan! Up, Zan!" I held his head, blood pouring out everywhere. Where do I want to work again. I had the driver drive us to the nearest hospital, not forgetting to check the documents. It turns out he's Malaysian IC. He is of Malaysian color by law and by country.

It was not difficult for him to live life alone in this country. Going anywhere to stay safe is not like we're chasing the police. If something like this happens, no one takes care of it.

After driving to the hospital, I checked his phone. Contacting the people closest to him. Are his parents in this country? Is she still related to Karina? I saw whatsapp, it looks like her parents are still in the village. It turns out she's still in touch with Karina.

karina visited her boyfriend in the hospital. At first he refused, after I threatened to tell his parents who were in Jakarta there, Karina wanted to visit him. Huh, faithful when still healthy doang.

Shifa

Hiks hyks

Who is crying? Like her there's a mother sitting in front of the hospital, since when is she here? Earlier, didn't see it here.

But, my conscience refuses to ignore that person. What's wrong with this self? I decided to greet him.

"Hallo! Ma! Mama, why? How crying?"

The mother wiped her tears. "I'm stranded here, deck! I have no passport and no job. Enter as a dark immigrant from batam to Johor. I ran away from my husband and in-laws. My son with them did not treat him well to lure me home as soon as possible."

I sat down next to him and grabbed his shoulder. There are others who are left besides me. My brain stalks household problems like this. "Mother, try to ask for help from parents or other mother's siblings to take the mother's child at the mother-in-law's house. Poor him, Mom! A young child does not know anything to be a victim to the selfishness of his parents."

Her crying increasingly became see left right no one was glancing towards us. "My parents are gone, my brother is far away. It was not me who was selfish but my husband, in-laws and brother-in-law. I can't bear to see my husband unemployed and temprement, every time I tell him to work as well as my husband red hit me all out. In-laws and in-laws like to interfere in our household affairs. I feel no right to my husband no privacy at all."

There work a day idle a month, the money is used to buy his cigarettes, asked in-laws, brother-in-law and his son he loves. I stress often vent to my children. My husband often asked me to work, the money was given to them, my children were not taken care of, not fed and needed a cheap school fee. Hiks hyks hyks."

They often torture my child just as much as torture me to be made a free maid even though my child is still very small. I am confused how. On the one hand I want to support the children, on the one hand my child suffers. After I left I thought they were torturing my son."

There are a lot of people who are not sane. Conditions like this that make a wife, mother and children destroyed. A wife and mother turn to be the backbone of sacrificing the ideals of being a smart mother for children to work for survival. Unless his spine dies. Those who do not understand religion like to use reason to discriminate against women and children where their conscience is.

"Yes, god. I hear it, Mom!" There are so many crazy people in this world. "Look, Mom! Earlier, I saw on the board at the entrance of this RS. This is the exit. Like there's a job opening for the broomstickers here. Ask the broomstick at this hospital. I hope there is, if not yet can not give up quickly."

Oh, yep! mom bring no hp? if not, do you have your sister's cell phone number? Can I help call his brother to pick up his son in batam."

"Not having."

"Who's name should I look up on facebook or instagram.". After searching for his name there were many similar names. I check the photos one by one get la after I call all of them hard to ask for help. It is difficult to be a poor person, even mosquitoes do not want to get close. Fortunately, the mother took pictures of her son.

I share his picture to social media I write all the behavior of the husband and family of this mother Mudaya in this way their names can be hit mentally so as not to mention menzolimi women and children.

"This is my number. Let me and my friend monitor the news later. I'm patient, pray that mother and child will be safe in the afterlife."

***

One more step late, I and Indri are no longer one place of work. Indri abstained from alluding to his feelings in directly stopped by. I still choose to stay in order to have an increasing salary. Performance is also improved. Although many employees are cynical, spicy-mouthed, like to rule over the boss and like to visit me, but I bodo will not stop very much before the boss himself who fired me.