Take Off Yourself

Privacy

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"Aakaakkhkh..... It's itchy, damn it". Hanafi grunts, scratching his body to and fro.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? Scratch everything," asked Yasmin, as if she did not know.

"Itch, fuckin. Look, my body's red spots. It must be a shrimp allergy, but I don't eat shrimp". Hanafi said, continuing to scratch his body."Yasmin, get the medicine in that drawer".

Yasmin, nodding her head straight. "What do-don't, fried rice from Lela mas. It could be, he mixed shrimp broth or something. Lela, don't know maybe shrimp allergy mas".

"No idea, quickly where the cure is. Itching this once, quick". The orders of Hanafi, who could not scratch to and fro.

Yasmin, give a medicine to her husband. Hanafi, drink immediately.

"Slow down, man,". Yasmin said, smiling smrik. Feel you, mas. It's delicious, in the workplace.

"Uugh....Next time, don't accept Lela's cooking. Or not, throw it away". Hanafi said, which is so unlucky today

"Steep, it's not good. What else, in front of him. Patient, may you heal soon". Yasmin, the grin is unclear.

"Ck, grin. Satisfied to see me, suffer like this!". Delik Hanafi's eyes, toward his wife.

"Yes dong,mas. When else, seeing my husband suffer. Sorry, I'm not following along. Scratch your body, afraid it will blisters". Yasmin, breech out of the room.

Hanafi, exhale his heavy breath. Staring at the wife's departure, his eyes were fixed on Yasmin's phone.

His hand was trying to reach for the phone, Yasmin. But first the owner took it. "Eeiyts....It's my phone,mas. You have no right to interfere in my personal affairs. Including, toke with my phone".

"I, this is your husband. Right to you, lest there be something you're hiding on that phone". Hanafi, suspicious of his wife.

"Don't accuse me of anything, ma'am. This privacy, you're not entitled". Deny Yasmin, directly.

Hanafi, put his phone in front of Yasmin. "Check my phone, then give me your phone. Let's be fair, we both check".

"No, wleeee...". Yasmin, mocked her husband and went towards the kitchen. It's good, you want to check my phone. Don't let me know, if I gossip about him to my friends often.

"Review you, Yasmin. I can't walk, I can't walk. Like, taunting me". Hanafi snapped, clenching his teeth.

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"Where are you going, these nights". Hanafi asked, rebuking his wife about to leave the house.

"You buy the internet package, you know, the mass". Yasmin replied, directly.

"It's night, can't be tomorrow". Hanafi said, hoping his wife obeyed his orders.

"Can't, mas". Yasmin replied, stumbling away just like that. Very like, set everything.Gerutu Yasmin, ignoring the orders of her husband.

Hanafi, exhaling his coarse breath. Because the wife, did not obey his orders.

Yasmin, keep walking. Passing through the darkness of the night, he was forced to head to a mobile phone stall some distance away. Because the one near, it's closed. The houses looked quiet and the doors were closed.

The kreeekkk.....

The voice of someone in the middle, stepping on the rating. Yasmin, stop the move. "Who, huh? Don't fuck around, with me". Yasmin said, I sat down to stand up. He, the claws look around. But, there is no one.

He continued walking and arrived at the mobile kiosk that was at his destination. Lucky that cell phone kiosk, it doesn't close anymore. Many people, relax

After buying an internet package, he had to pass through a dark road and a bridge. In fact, Yasmin already felt the bad air. But what power, he has to go through it. What's more, no one passed by.

Again, the sound was heard by Yasmin. He, speeding up his footsteps, did not want to turn around.

Buugh....

"Aakaakkhkh.....Mas Hanafii's.....". Lirih Yasmin, her eyes began to blur and faint. His phone, slammed a little far away.

Someone in the back, hit Yasmin. He was unconscious and lying in the street.

Yasmin, adopted by a man. There's another, a woman who took Yasmin's phone.

While Hanafi, already restless riled up because the wife never came. What's more, heavy rain is coming down. "Yasmywilson....Whereareyou? For almost half an hour, you didn't come. Shit, where's the phone off". Hanafi, already feeling anxious.

Rushed to contact her friend and her parents Yasmin. He, the more frightened. Trying to walk, enduring the pain in his legs.The door of the house is open, the wind blows and the rain is very heavy.

"Yasmywilson...... Yasmiii....". Shouted Hanafi, walking through heavy rain.

"Astagfirullah, Hanafi's son". Mr. Jamal, his wife and son rushed to Hanafi.

"Mr, mum. Yasmin, there's nothing". Hanafi said, who was soaking wet.

Some others, approaching them. "Pak kades, this is the guy who has a cell phone stall on the other end. Had served the wife of the kades sir, bought an internet package". Tejo.

"True sir kades, I myself serve bu kades buy internet package. After that, the mother came home by herself. In fact, there are other fathers as well". The owner of the phone said, that.

"O Allah, where are you Yasmin? Sir, I'm so scared that Yasmin's why-why". Ms. Aminah, has been crying from before.

"Calm mom, let Rizky find Yasmin's deck. Hope Yasmin, it's okay ma'am". A brother, definitely worried about his sister.

"Fathers, gentlemen. We have to split up looking for Yasmin's whereabouts. Especially, we meet her ex-husband.who knows, Faris kidnapped the wife of Mr. kades". Say one, gentlemen.

They all agreed, right away. Yasmin's parents, instantly enraged. If it's true, Faris did it.

Hanafi, powerless to hold himself back. He, deeply regretted not preventing his wife from leaving. "Yasmyiii.nn.....". Shouted Hanafi, as loud as possible.

The other gentlemen, go straight to Faris' house. Apparently, Faris was inside him, directly in a forced drag. Then, he brought it before the village chief.

However, Faris insisted on doing nothing. But what is there, he resigned and followed the fathers.

"Sir Hanafi, I really don't know? Me, do nothing. What else, abduct Yasmin". Deny Faris, directly.

Buugh...

Faris, get a raw bogem from her brother Yasmin. "Bajinngaaan.... No need, you're blessing. Sure, you kidnapped my sister. Just tell me, you're blindly jealous of my sister-in-law. Since long ago, you've always hurt my sister".

"Just admit it, Faris. Where's my wife,ha? don't fuck around, with me". Hanafi snapped, clenching his hand.

"Son Faris, tell me where my son is. Don't be like this, do you want to go to jail again". Shouted Mr. Jamal, with a sharp look.

"You don't be arbitrary about me, is there any hard evidence ha? I told you, don't know". Deny Faris, as hard as possible. "You alone, so a husband is not a becus. Or maybe, you master the mastermind. Already intending to, hurt Yasmin. Then, slander myself".

"Faris, don't accuse me. Wherever possible, Pak kades did that to his own wife". The other father, who did not believe.

"Ckckck. He has a demon heart. It's like, it hurt Yasmin. Mr. Jamal's and Mrs Aminah's, or that". Faris, growling with Hanafi.

Bugh....

Again Faris, getting a raw bogem from her brother Yasmin. Not accept, for his accusation to sister-in-law. Fresh blood, flowing at the corner of his lips Faris. Again Faris, smiling sumringah.