Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Presentiments

Uncle Harits' car entered the gate of Rangkasbitung city. His heart was pounding more and more. I don't know what's wrong with his heart. He continued to drive towards the hill where Nadia's house was.

The closer it gets, the more heart doesn't fall. Uncle Harits patted his chest which suddenly felt claustrophobic.

"What's this?" while accelerating the speed of the car.

Time continues to crawl near its peak. Uncle Harits' car sped off without a hitch.

A sense of relief he felt when he saw the people he told to guard around Nadia's house. The situation of Nadia's house also seems ordinary. There's nothing strange about anything suspicious.

Instead of visiting Nadia, Harith's uncle preferred to meet his men. They took turns gathering to rest in a substation made of bamboo.

Seeing uncle Harits' car the people who were at the substation stopped their activities playing cards and rushed to their feet. Uncle Harits got out of the car he was proud to see those who worked well and were full of responsibility.

"Boss? Is there a problem? Why is it so late at night that the boss is coming?" ask the chief they're a little confused.

"Why? I can't come here" Uncle Harith sat in the substation, asking the others to sit with him. Listening report.

"Say! What information did you get about the boy?" pinta uncle Harits so they all sit down.

One person is in charge of conveying what they have obtained about an information.

The man's eyes sharpened when he heard what his men had said. He stared at the empty air around him.

"What about Nadia? Did you guys make sure she was home?" asked Uncle Harith again began to worry.

"Already, Boss. We escorted her home and made sure Miss arrived safely to enter the house" she reported confidently.

However, even hearing the report was not a calm heart. The restlessness was still controlling even more fretful felt.

Do I have to make sure I go home? Ah .. but he must have thought I was too involved in his affairs to believe him.

Uncle Harith muttered, confused and agitated into one. He looked at Nadia's house from where she was sitting. It seemed clear even if there were people passing by in it would be clearly visible.

Uncle Harith took a deep breath and exhaled. Decompose the suddenly royal claustrophobic.

I don't feel calm. Let him be angry with me, the important thing is that my heart is calm after seeing him all right.

Uncle Harits.

"Stay alert, I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen tonight" Harith's uncle said before turning around and walking into Nadia's gate. His heartbeat was getting worse because of the paper he opened the gate easily. Not locked.

Uncle Harits walked towards the terrace. Nadia's house always looks bright because all the lights are left on except the room lights.

Tok .. tok .. tok!

Uncle Harith knocked on the door, he said hello, "Nadia! It's me, Harits. Can you open the door?" Uncle Harith waited for the sahutan from within.

However, there was no sound whatsoever that was heard only the roar of his own breath caught his spiritual senses. Uncle Harits held the handle and pulled it down.

Uncle Harits' heart is getting worse. He widened his legs entering Nadia's house. Noiseless uncle Harits walked over. Slowly and carefully. He turned on the central room light, there was nothing there.

Uncle Harits rushed up the stairs to the room that Nadia occupied. He opened each room one by one and nothing was missed.

"He's dead!" He began to panic when he did not find Nadia anywhere. The second floor of the house is empty. Uncle Harits kept looking, repeating the checks one by one of the rooms.

Nadia was not there. Where is Nadia?

"He's dead!" call uncle Harits loud enough. His body was wet with sweat. Panic is incredible. He went down the stairs again, looking for Nadia on the first floor. The same thing he did on the floor.

One by one the rooms in the house did not escape the examination of uncle Harith.

"Nadia! Where are you, baby?" uncle Harits shouted not to give up. Hearing the voice of their boss who shouted, the people who stood guard at Nadia's house also rushed to the house.

"What's up, Boss?" ask them to Harith's uncle who is still busy looking for Nadia.

"You searched this whole house. Let nothing be left behind. Nadia is not home. Hurry along!" uncle Harith's orders were directly imposed by them.

The ten men scattered to all corners of the house. Uncle Harith himself did not remain silent. He went to find Nadia and the people who accompanied him in the house.

His heart was broken when no one found him. The house is empty uninhabited. However, the search is still conducted. They did not give up because after all the ten men of Uncle Harith's men did not let go for a second.

They believe Nadia went inside the house and did not come out again.

"Can't Miss go? We didn't even blink an eye while looking after him. We made sure Miss was home because we saw with our own eyes that Miss Nadia went inside the house and did not come out again" said the chairman who led the security guard at Nadia's home.

Uncle Harits wanted to get angry, but he could not vent it carelessly. He restrained himself and ordered all his men to search the mansion again. The search was again done.

Harith's uncle called the authorities to help him find Nadia. Without waiting twenty-four hours, the police came and followed each side of Nadia's house. Together they combed through one place after another.

"Here!" one of the policemen shouted from the side of the house. Everything is approaching. No meaningful leads. He only found barefoot footprints on the floor of the side of the house.

"Sprints!" police muttering. They didn't know that the husband of a working mother never wore footwear.

They followed the trail and took them to another part of the house. There was still another room in that section, and it looked suspicious in the eyes of the police.

The police leader gave a signal to walk slowly and quietly. They surrounded the place. From inside there were suspicious sounds. Uncle Harits follows the commander of the police force to quietly enter the room.

Dusty room is called a warehouse. The door creaked pretty hard. It seems that the door was never opened again. Uncle Harith and the police commander were also two of his members entering the room.

Strange sounds were heard again. Uncle Harith continued forward to where the voices came from.

"Don't move!"

Uncle Harith turned his back when he saw what was in front of his eyes.