The Unconsidered Fetus

The Truth About Rasya and Nayla

Just yesterday, Nayla and I had a lot of new customers coming to the boutique, we had a lot of dresses that had to be sewed and also got a lot of benefits, until Nayla thought to create a new branch for the boutique.

But suddenly now that he has disappeared like being swallowed by the earth like this, I am increasingly worried about him and Rasya who do not know where they went, even his own house is not inhabited as it is today, so I quickly checked into Rasya's office in the city, it was quite a distance away from here, but I still had to go to check and confirm what was really going on with them.

Until a few minutes passed, I had reached the office, strangely I saw that the office was also closed, there were only two guards guarding the front gate and did not allow me to go inside.

"Sir, this is my friend's office, he's the CEO here, there's no way his office is closed too!" I snapped loudly at the two high-bodied and burly guards there.

"Sorry madam but this office is no longer operating from today, look there many employees who also protested for justice from the founder of this office, they are being fugitives of the police now, they are being, you won't find anyone in there, everything's been emptied." Said one of the guards which made me very surprised.

And when I looked back, it seemed that what the security guard said was true, there were a lot of employees who flocked with a large banner that read the protest and demands of responsibility against Rasya, even the picture of his face in doodles by some people there.

They also went on a rampage and passed the company building that had only been standing for a few years with rocks and other hard objects, I immediately took refuge to get away from the crowd that was crazy there, but they've blocked all the way, and they keep getting heated up, some of the guards there were already unable to hold off the overworked employees so they could not protect the empty building until everything was made in shambles, broken glass and walls drained with scribbles, burning fires everywhere and a very chaotic atmosphere, several police officers came down and tried to disperse the crowd.

Because they were also trying to find out where the founder of the company went, I was very shocked, my eyes began to glaze over, I didn't know what to do and I ventured to ask one of the protesters there, to be sure of the truth.

"Mom, what really happened, why was this company shut down and its employees protested like this?" I asked one of them.

"The boy did not know, if this company turned out to be an illegal company, they did a lot of fraudulent investment transactions that harmed a lot of people, including me and other employees, he said, now he's gone on a sudden escape with all his hoax money including sacrificing us employees who have to endure many accusations from ripped-off customers." My mother explained to me.

"No. they can't be this evil, everything must be wrong, I must contact them, I won't believe if I don't listen to their explanation first, hiks." My movements continue to feel very shocked.

I was getting shocked, my body became limp and I just kept silent, leaving my body in drag and continued to be nudged by many people who passed by and rampaged around there.

Suddenly someone pulled my hand and he hugged me by covering my head with a suit of his.

I lowered my head and was shocked by what had just happened, as I stared to the side, it turned out that the person who had just saved me from the rampage of the time craze was Mr. Jenson, who was just now, the person I hated so much and never expected his presence to help me at all.

"You... Why are you helping me?" I asked him with a confused face.

"Haven't asked yet, come with me, it's not safe to continue standing in the crowd like this." He said while directly pulling me and bringing me into his car quickly.

"Your hand was hurt, was it because you were protecting me earlier?" Ask him.

"No problem, it's just a small wound." Mr. Jenson replied to me.

Even so, still he was hurt because of me, I really feel I owe him a favor, he said, so I can't keep quiet I immediately take out a red medicine that I always carry everywhere and my hansaplas.

"Give me your hand, let me take care of it." I said, pulling his hand quickly.

"No, what are you treating it for, it doesn't hurt" said Mr. Jenson, holding me back.

I did not listen and immediately treated his hand, wrapped it with the hansaplas I held, while thanking him for helping me.

"Thank you for helping me" I told him.

"I just accidentally walked down the street and saw you, so I didn't help you, it was just a coincidence." Reply to me.

I just nodded in response, he is still the same as before, a person of very high prestige even to acknowledge the kindness he did for me, but I don't care about any of it. Because somehow he still helped me from the crowd before.

Maybe if there was no one to help me before, now my head will be injured or even I will fall to the point of being trampled by the crowds of crazy times, in addition there are many security officers who urge them and continue to push each other.

"Why were you in the crowd earlier, were you also a victim of that bodong investment?" Ask him to me.

I shook my head and looked straight ahead, I did not dare to tell the truth, if the person the police were targeting right now was my own best friend, the one who took me and took very good care of me before.

"Why are you quiet?" Ask Mr. Jenson again, whereas before he had known who Rasya and Nayla were long before Ros knew this.

"It's okay I just don't want to talk to you." My reply reasoned to him, as there was no other reason I could use so I reasoned recklessly like that just so that he would not keep asking me.