SHACKLED IN LOVE IN A NEIGHBORING COUNTRY

When the poor are far away when they rise again, that is how humans approach them

No. I reply to messages from others not arrogant, I have my own reasons not to seek a stage for people's suffering. The kids are in a safe place, his mother has also been under the supervision of the BRI after a month of work will be returned because in the village many people who make donations on behalf of their children.

Husband and in-laws did not escape from the maki maki netizen, somehow I believe they will never give up on child custody because of the property and take a dozen donations that are not his right. I don't want to bother thinking about it, it's none of my business.

[Assalamualaikum, Shifa! It's me, Haizan. You how are you? Where is it now]

A wa notification of a foreign number, his name is Haizan. Deg, is Haizan the same person? But where did he get my number? My mind drifted everywhere. What is the blue logo app? Did I forget to privatize the account? Suddenly my heart skipped like a 2KM marathon. My memory goes back a year to when we first communicated on the internet.

We spoke fluently nothing was covered up. Listen to his voice and photos like his good boy so patiently waiting for me for three months to arrive in Malaysia. Arriving in Malaysia it turns out he only helped me buy a ticket across to Klang. After that he handed all my rice to me himself. He vilely harassed me on the second night in Malaysia.

Said he'd been paying a fee for me for a month's salary. It turned out that only last night I stayed at the boarding house after that I was hanging on the street and people at the boarding house never wanted to let me in even though Haizan had paid for a full month in fact they say something else, Haizan only paid for it last night. But their heart let me between life and death on the streets in the country of the people. I'm not gonna forget that.

[Assalamualaikum, Shifa! It's me Ella. Where are you now? If we are still in Malaysia, can we meet? I want to talk to you about something important]

Apparently there was Ella who did not want to miss to contact me. What's he want? I used to let me hang out in the streets. Now you want to meet me? Won't want to see you guys again.

As soon as I block contact with people related to the past, I focus on working for the future. This time it looks like I won't be sending to the village again. For nine months of work, I counted my balance much higher than the stake. I need a lot of money for college.

"What's up, shifa! Why is his view empty?"

"There's nothing. What are you again? Yuk! We'll be ready, it'll be too late."

"Is there really nothing?"

"It's true." Quickly clean up and go to work before that we had time to eat in front of the entrance alley.

From far away I saw some women I had seen who set their sights on us. He crossed over, fortunately the dense population covered the bodies of the women. Ella and her friends, is she here to see me? What else for? It is not enough to make me dangle on the road alone, now come again what? I won't want to see her again.

"Indri! We're getting out of here!" The indri who was eating was confused with me

"Cock, hurry up? Finish the food."

"Come on! I'm in a hurry to leave."

"True again."

"Exact."

"You why the hell? I've seen a lot of that stuff." Can't wait any longer I'm leaving soon, waiting for an hour's worth of energy to finish.

"Shyph ...! Wait ...not done."

Entering the bus became my subscription, from afar I saw Ella as her friends. Whatever the reason, I'll never see anyone like them again. There's no apology for you guys destroying my future.

"Why are you, anyway? Come on, same story me. From last night you were weird you know not."

"Indri, you are currently my only friend. I have no friends but you. Can I trust one hundred percent? I want to tell you more, but, because I'm always around the wrong things. My trust in others is fading." Inner shifa.

"Indri! Malan I'll tell you, yeah!"

"That goes on."

"Yes, sorry."

During this time in Malaysia, I don't know how many times we moved the cost. This time it was safe.

"Indri! Sure enough? Want to cost here?"

"Look at me first."

"We're here to cost the four of us. Both of us and mothers like him." Indri pointed towards the mothers like her I remembered her face. Oh, my God, is she the mom in the hospital?

The room is a mess. Below is the figure of the mothers I seem to recognize the mother. "Oh, so. I think I know those mothers." Pointing down.

Indri followed my index direction. "Know where?"

"At the hospital back then, I told you something." We visited the mother. He didn't think we'd see each other again.

"How are you, brother! Whose name? Sorry, forgot to ask for a name."

Hand with a hand. "My name is shifa, Mom! My news is good. Mom how are you! How are your children?"

"My name, indri. Shifa's friend."

"Your name is indri? Tidings of mother thank God, Good. Stay here mother feels find change.Kids, God willing all right. Already in******* by the family of the mother in banten."

"Alhamdulillah. I'm glad to hear that, Mom. Work where?"

"In the hospital it's a broomsticker."

"Alhamdulillah, the important thing is halal. Aren't you coming back to the village anytime soon?"

"Yes, god willing. Thanks again, brother! Thanks to you, your children are already in a safe place. Try it if there's no you, somehow Mom's kids."

***

We didn't go to work at the same time. I want to find a side job so that the money I collect is more. I did it all for a bright future. Tuition for four years, and the cost of living in the city. If I count savings since the first time working madir bangat.

Do I have to cut money for mom? Since I was in Malaysia, friends and family who bullied me and stayed away from me used to call me for help finding work in Malaysia. Apologize that no.

"Belk!" Greet our mother one kos.

I'm the one who's putting things together, he's sitting next to me. "Yes!"

"Where from?" His sight makes me uncomfortable. What's wrong with this guy?

"I'm from Jambi." Put the shirt in the closet and lock it. My feelings are not good.

"Where's jambi?"

Seeing this mother's movements somehow my feelings became unpleasant. His gaze was like there was something he was after, I was not at all comfortable with such a view. Duh, I thought moving costs to avoid police would be safe was still far from expectations.

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