SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Like Spikopaths

After I guess my heart is a little loose and feels calm. I picked up the phone in my bag.

"Huuufft.." I exhaled a big breath, to arrange the courage to contact Bima mas.

It's not that I'm afraid of Bima, it's just that right now I have to be very careful. Because Kean's safety is at stake.

After the name of Bima mas on my phone, I pulled. Connect the call I made to her.

"Hello Sarah my dear wife.., you finally contacted me. Ha ha ha...," Bima said in a very frightening tone.

"Assynolajet. Where are you now?" asked me. I try to speak in a soft and gentle tone. Right now what's freaking out about me is Kean's safety.

"Waalaikumsalam, my wife the Sholehah. Finally you miss me, you want to meet me right?" asked Bima who managed to make my heart beat faster. Thumping not because of love, but because of great fear.

"Where are you, mas? You where? Tell me!, "this time my tears can no longer be weathered. Because of the fear of anything happening to my only child.

"Patience, dear. Is it so great that you miss me? So that you are so ambitious to meet me, oh my wife?," mas Bima more terrible. I'm getting scared of her.

"Mas, I beg you. Tell me where are you now?, I want to meet Kean." I said. This time I told him my purpose.

"Do you just want to meet Kean, Sarah?, do you not miss me and want to meet me?" asked Bima.

"I want to see you too, Mom. Therefore, quickly tell me where you are now?" I asked very slowly. I agree with everything Bima said.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me, did you, Sarah?" asked Bima.

"Now where are you, mas?, I'll be there to meet you and Kean." I tried to seduce Bima mas. Though this guts is very shrunk to meet her at this time. In such a condition.

"Well then, meet me right now at my mother's house!!, and remember you must come by yourself!!, and don't bring any friends or try to report this to the police." bima threatened me.

"Okay, I'll be there now. But I beg you, give Kean his phone. I want to talk to her, or at least I can hear her voice so that this heart is relieved and calm." I asked Bima mas.

"Kean..so many people on this phone" said mas Bima, like he was talking to Kean.

"Yes, father." Kean's voice answered Bima's voice in my ear. Although it is not so clear I am very familiar with the voice of my son.

"Assalamualaikum, hello. Who's this?" Kean's voice sounded fine.

"Waalaikumsalam, Kean is amma, son." I replied.

"Ha ha ha.. is enough right to talk about it?," I have not finished talking, it turns out that the phone was taken by mas Bima .

It seemed that Bima was afraid that Kean would hear my voice, so he quickly took the phone from Kean's hand.

"Mas, let me talk to her. I beg you.." I said. Tears deliberately I let out at this time, so that later I met with mas Bima no more tears.

Because Bima will make these tears as my weakness. And he will make my weakness his weapon to get what he wants.

Then he cut off the phone unilaterally.

To be honest I was very confused, there were no friends I could talk to, even if it was just giving input on what actions I should do after this.

Calling Sinta also felt impossible, because he is still in the office today. And besides he has also helped me a lot so it is not good if you have to bother him again.

Mother, especially mother. This one who's in danger is Kean. And Kean is his favorite grandson, I'm pretty sure it's not the solution I got. It was even a hysterical cry from the mother I heard, for fear of anything happening to Kean.

And again I don't want to burden my mother's mind with things like this.

Inevitably I should call Sinta, to be honest I don't want to take any wrong steps in this. Because Kean's safety and life will be at stake.

Drrrtttt

Drrrtttt

When this finger is looking for Sinta's name on the phone contact. There is a message coming in from Bima mas, have not read the contents of the message, but my day has been pounding.

"Why are you so long ago, Sarah?, I've been waiting for you for so long!!, is this house so far away from your place?, that you should take a long time for her trip?!," The more ungodly the taste that is in this chest.

"Awhile, my mom. This I've been on my way to mother's house, so I beg you to wait patiently for me." I said lying to Bima mas. I said I was on my way, but I was still sitting in the car parked in front of Kean's school.

Without thinking for a long time, I immediately start the car engine and I run this car at high speed.

I don't want to waste my time thinking, because it's just gonna get Kean in trouble.

Now it has been seen Bima's car parked in front of her mother's house. But in the house it looked quiet, and the door opened only half.

After turning off the car engine, I immediately got out of the car. And walk with doubtful steps.

Because everything I'm going to do is like eating Simalakama fruit.

And an idea came into my brain. I took the phone in the bag. Then I found a camera to video everything.

Now I walk to the house of his mother Mas Bima with a cell phone that his camera on.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim..," I muttered as I entered the terrace of his mother's house in Bima.

"Assalamualaikum," I said as I knocked on the door. And my right hand is still holding the phone with the camera still on.

"Finally, you came too, my dear wife" said mas Bima who did not answer my greetings.

"Where, mas?!," I said impatiently, for I was afraid that anything would happen to Kean. And the phone in this hand I still hold it, and as much as possible Bima mas not suspicious of this cellphone I carry.