The Mission Down To The Heart

Cat and Rat

...☕This story is a mere fiction. Sorry if there is a similarity in the names of the characters and the scene. Please be wise in reading, impregnated word for word, so that the purpose reaches the heart of the reader☕...

Naomi fell backward because she was hit by the bodies of two men with thick bodies. It didn't take long, the two men had brought Fennita with them. Intan can not do anything, can only surrender to watch the incident.

Fennita thrashed around asking for help, but alas, no one could help her. Rio's? Don't ask him where. He was in his subconscious alias sleeping. If there were Ericko, Fennita would be helped. Uh, but undaunted, sure Ericko's gonna hook?

Naomi closes her door and sees Intan. Naomi asked Intan about her situation.

"God willing I am not papa, brother. Duh, how's Fennita going, huh?" Intan worried about the situation of Fennita who was immediately carried by Zamroni's men.

"We pray, may Fennita be protected by Allah .. amiin," Naomi said and was told by Intan.

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Fennita was like a prisoner taken by the great Lord who wanted him. Free he thrashed, would only exhaust his strength. Finally, he chose silence a thousand languages in that car. He was very sure this was the work of the Zamroni.

Fennita sat quietly in the back seat, lazily asking where he would be taken. As far as he goes, Zamroni will surely succeed in bringing him home. Before long the car that brought Fennita into the courtyard of a luxury house.

The building is dominated by white color that has 2 floors with super complete facilities. Starting from the gate alone is equipped with sensors that can detect the presence of a person. On the first floor there is a terrace with two rattan chairs and a round table in the middle.

Fennita was forced down by the two men earlier. Step on his feet to re-enter the house that should be the most comfortable place for him. But, this house for Fennita is a cage, far from comfortable if he is in there.

A 49-year-old woman opened the door for him. Greet her with a happy smile and a warm hug from a mother. She was Isnaeni, commonly called Lady Zam, the biological mother of Fennita and wife of Zamroni.

"How are you doing, dear boy, Mom? It's a mess of your face, son. Have you eaten?" asked Isnaeni while stroking the princess's hair. Fennita simply shook his head flatly to answer Isnaeni's question.

Fennita still thinks that Isnaeni is more defensive of Zamroni than he is. He felt disappointed that Isnaeni was not on his side.

"Let's eat first! Mamah has prepared your favorite food, fried capcay without being present." Isnaeni took her son into the house. Passing through the living room and family room facing each other.

They headed for the dining room, where the room was directly faced with an artificial garden in the room. Add a beautiful and soothing impression if you can enjoy it. But baby, that park doesn't mean anything to that family. Just dead decorations.

Zamroni was eating his food without caring for the arrival of his only child. Similarly to Fennita, her face was flat and her lips were lazy to greet her Papa. Fennita sat beside Isnaeni.

Isnaeni took food for her son. Offers want how many servings of that food.

"Let him take it himself, Mah! The child does not know himself! Already raised with great difficulty, instead of boasting the family even makes trouble continuously!" hardik Zamroni insinuates Fennita.

Fennita grunted in annoyance. "Already, Mah. Fenni is not hungry! The same thing Papah said as if he regretted raising Fenni. If Fenni can choose, Fenni doesn't want to have parents like Papah!"

"What did you mean just now, huh?" Zamroni airs the loud hoarse voice. Making Fennita and Isnaeni flinch in shock.

Fennita immediately ran to her room which was on the second floor. He chose to climb the stairs instead of taking the elevator. According to him, it would speed up his steps to get to his room immediately.

The zamroni stopped eating. Isnaeni sat down and poured water for her husband. Zamroni gulped down the white water, it was not there.

"Why couldn't it be more succumbing to Fenni? Pity him Pah, his every wish always Papah about. In the past, he wanted Papah painting lessons banned. She wanted to go to law school but Papah kept not allowing her, and now Papah is forcing our son to marry the man he doesn't love, Pah" said Isnaeni, who is feeling compassion for his daughter.

"Have you dared to lecture me, you?" the answer.

"Not lecturing, Pah ..."

Zamroni raised his palm hinting Isnaeni to stop and be still. Zamroni leaves the dining table for his favorite sports car. He quickly left his residence without saying goodbye to his wife.

tock-tock

Fennita turned to the door of her room, "Who?"

"Moment, Fen,"

Fennita got up from her seat and immediately grabbed the doorknob.

chequeleked

Isnaeni directly barged into her daughter's room. Put a tray of food on Fennita's bed. Isnaeni pulled his son's hand to eat the dish immediately.

"The food was to be spent by the princess, he said," joked Isnaeni.

Fennita smiled faintly. Then get on the bed and eat the dish. Suddenly, Fennita's tears were dripping down her smooth cheeks.

Why is she crying? Is it because the food is so delicious on his tongue that gratitude he cannot speak except with tears? Or is Fenni still hit by a sharp indiscretion that hits the recesses of her heart because of the Zamroni?

I don't know. Only Fennita knew his heart at this moment. And he refused to share it with the mother. Free, he thought.

"Omongan Papah need not be entered into the heart, Fen. Papah is having a lot of business and thoughts, office affairs that he said he metered because his secretary resigned, his candidacy later in the Presidential Election, and Papah also thinks of you, Fen.

Fennita smiled wryly and wiped away her tears. As if I didn't believe his mother's words. If Zamroni cared about him, there was no way he would have said it as painful as that.

"You ask you to be more patient with Papah, son. You guys know that? You meet like a cat and a mouse. Always fighting, fishing each other to cause new problems. You guys aren't tired of it?"

Fennita didn't answer any questions from Mama. Isnaeni knew that her daughter was disappointed in her. She couldn't do much about her husband's decision. Because Isnaeni really knows the character of her husband who does not like to be denied and does not like rejection.

"Patience, Son. Mom always prayed so you could find your happiness someday. Sure. Not now, but there's a time." Isnaeni kissed her favorite daughter's forehead.

Fennita had devoured the food in a flat white plate made of the ceramic. Tetsyri saw it. "You want more, Fen?"

Fennita shook her head and gulped down the water. "Fenni sleepy, Mah. Could you please give Fenni some time to rest before Fenni becomes Papah's prisoner again?" the door was calm and flat.

Isnaeni only sighed heavily hearing Fennita's words. Come to think of it, Fennita would have been a prisoner of the Zamroni rather than a child.

Isnaeni brought back the tray containing the dirty dishes. In his heart he wanted to cry to see the fate of his daughter.

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