
Bugh......
Bugh......
The sound of blows left some security guards at Khenin's house helpless.
Now a gray-eyed man followed by some of his men stepped near the entrance of Khenin's house.
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Khenin folded his face after performing the magrib prayer, the girl the author forgot again.... The woman smiled glancing at the whereabouts of Steve who was still asleep.
"Mommy's son must be tired all day playing," Lirih Khenin approached Steve's whereabouts in bed and kissed the boy's cheek. "Mommy loves you very much, son" Guman Khenin looked at Steve who was writhing a little disturbed by his actions.
Khenin picked up the phone in the bag. "Ah deservedly from returning from the mall earlier I did not hear my phone ringing it turned out the battery ran out," Gerutu Khenin immediately coupled his phone with a Charger cable, after which Khenin rushed to the bathroom, and then he was in the bathroom, he changed into sleeping pajamas because today he had no intention of leaving the room.
BRAAAK.......
Loud break sounded......
"Mommy..... Mommy.... Steve was afraid," Shouted Steve in a sobbing followed making Khenin immediately rush out of the bathroom.
"Steve....!!" Shouted Khenin, the young mother was so shocked that Steve was already in the arms of the gray-eyed man.
"Diana baby, how are you?" Betrand said with a grin, his hands clutching Steve, while some of his men were standing guard near the door.
"You...," Lirih Khenin. "Don't hurt my son, let go of my son" cried Khenin.
"Hey... Dear Diana, what am I going to do" Betrand said softly. "If he's your son, he'll be my son, too" Betrand rubbed Steve's hair gently.
"What do you want, sir? I'm not Diana" Khenin started sobbing let alone seeing the frightened face of her little angel.
"Diana darling don't cry" Betrand gave his men the code to bring Steve.
"Mommy..," cried Steve who had changed hands.
"Steve!!" Khenin ran to chase after Betrand's men who brought Steve but his body was soon grabbed by Betrand.
"Hey, dear Diana," Betrand embraced Khenin, the young mother rebelling but her strength was not comparable to Betrand's.
"I'm not Diana, sir. I'm Khenin Diana's mama's son," Rebellious Khenin.
"Darling, to me you are Diana at all times" Betrand grabbed Khenin's soft long hair to carry towards her nose. The fragrance of the young mother was so enchanting to Betrand that she turned to look at Khenin's seductive lips, Betrand brought her face closer to kiss Khenin's lips.
Seeing that Khenin with all his might pushed Betrand's body and....
Plaaac......
A reflex slap over Khenin on Betrand's cheek. "Huh," Betrand sighed while holding her cheek.
"I'm sorry sir, I had to slap you" said Khenin, fearing a tear from Betrand.
"Pull Diana dear," said Betrand, the handsome man in his forties not angry but instead smiling as if he did not feel pain with the slap that Khenin gave.
"Master release my son I beg you," Pinta Khenin cried, bending her knees before Betrand to let Steve go.
"Darling, wake up." said Betrand holding Khenin's arm to wake the young woman. "I love you so much so don't cry,"
"Mommy.... Mommy...," cried Steve banging one of Betrand's men who was holding him. Betrand's men quickly took Steve into a parked car in front of Khenin's house.
"Heim...!!!" Jerk Betrand's men after sitting Steve in the car seat. Steve immediately stopped his crying not because he was afraid that the little boy was circulating his gaze around, it was already night, he immediately remembered the words didi Darrel.
"Steve champion didi should be able to take care of mommy if didi is not there," Darrel said to Steve who sat on his lap.
"Be happy Steve must keep Mommy from the bad guys," Steve smiled funny.
"Mmmm..," Steve patted his chin with his forefinger thinking.
"RUN AND SEEK HELP......,"
Steve was immediately aware of Darrel's words at that time until he looked at Betrand's men who snapped him was outside the car arguing with his partner.
"Loe's crazy, he's our master's son-in-law why'd you brag,"
"He was crying, I had to snap,"
"If you get caught, you can babe loe,"
"What do I do?"
"Yes the soft time loe can not hold up that little boy,"
"Well, I have to say gini, ....Son, you don't cry when it gets caught with people when we kidnap you,"
"O'on loh, I wonder why you used to be his men, loe,"
"Loe, wonder what else I am,"
The two Betrand men continued to argue until it became an opportunity for Steve to slowly open the side door of the car, the little toddler slowly stepped out leaving Betrand's men who were still arguing. Steve ran along the asphalt road to get help until he fell.
"Hw.... Hu....," cried Steve sitting on the side of the asphalt road. "Mommy." Steve cried, he wanted to get up but his knee hurt and bled, the toddler was hardening his cries not because of the pain he felt but he was really afraid of the bad guy hurting his mommy.
"Oh God help mommy Steve," Steve prayed because that's all he can do right now, remembering his mommy saying to always pray if he's in trouble.
Steve raised his hand to cover his sharp eyes because suddenly there was a beam of car lights that highlighted the little toddler. The car stopped immediately....
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"Siaaaal..," Again the swearing came out of Darrel's mouth which was currently stuck in traffic after exiting the airport. "What is your work until that man can escape your scrutiny!!" Bentak Darrel on his men.
"I'm sorry for our mistake sir" said Darrel's men, who are currently in one car.
"God protect me and Steve" Lirih Darrel, who was still staring at the screen, tried to contact Khenin but was not connected. "Then, have you contacted the housekeeper?" Darrel asked, looking at his men.
"Sorry sir, there's nothing we can contact" replied Darrel's men, making the handsome man even more frustrated.
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"Diana darling, come with me," Betrand opened his arms, wanting Khenin to approach him. "Married to me,"...
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