WIFE PAID GRUMPY GUY

Part 2 My Baby was Kidnapped

I want to go home to my mother and father-in-law. Mas Genta just stayed in the corner of the middle room. His eyes looked the other way. I know she'd rather have the family's dignity and honor than defend this innocent fetus.

"Mother is disappointed with you Zara, why do you keep the baby, even though you have divorced from Genta, still she is a child of Genta descent, one day will look for her father, you are stubborn." said mother.

Mother's face looks unfriendly, the intonation of her voice is also very uncomfortable to hear. My father-in-law remained calm while exhaling a puff of cigarette smoke.

I just smiled bitterly, the pain getting more and more faint in my heart.

"Zara make sure she won't look for her father until anytime, Mom, don't worry."

I kissed the back of my two in-laws' hands, because I still respect them as older people, but to Mas Genta I was just saying goodbye, there is no obligation on me as his wife to kiss his hands and honor him because he is no longer my husband. Our story ends here. I wish it was over forever. I don't want to see them anymore.

I traveled far from Malang East Java to Jakarta alone. I leaned my head against the windowpanes, the occasional bus shake made me feel nauseous. This journey feels exhausting. Not only physically tired, but also this inner tired.

When I arrived at my parents' house in Jakarta, my mother and father hugged me tightly. Both of them know my foetus but they don't care.

"You must be sincere son, your baby is the bringer of blessings in your life. Don't let him regret it "

I'm nodding. And because of this foetus I knew earlier what kind of husband I had. Let it be, I'll stay strong through all this. I'm sure I can fight to raise my son.

When it was time to give birth, my mother and father took me to the puskesmas. I gave birth to my baby without any difficulty. He was born so easily.

His legs are so handsome, even though his left hand is only limited to the elbow and his left leg is slightly below the knee but taper. My father put my son on trial because his father was not next to us.

When I brought her home, my sisters loved her very much. There was not a single family member who did not love my son, until he grew up healthy and handsome. At the age of three months his body grew like an ordinary child. Behind his back was a unique birthmark, like a small star. I really love my son whom I named Panji Putra Pratama.

When my baby was six months old, I left her at home with my two sisters.

"Aryo, Ratih, I'll take Panji for a while, I want to fulfill the job interview call. Don't let your guard down from the bed."

"Ready brother."

Both my sisters said at the same time. I smiled then kissed lovingly the forehead of my baby.

"Panji, pray Mother yes dear, Mother make a living for Mother's beloved."

Panji remained sound asleep, probably because of the satiety I finished breastfeeding.

I took the interview for quite a long time, because there were so many other applicants. When it came to my turn, I entered the room with great confidence.

When I got to the room I was stunned, inside there were two people, one inscribed with HRD on the name tag hanging from his neck, the other one was a little far away sitting was a person I knew, he said, my senior brother in college used to be, he was famous for being cold and rarely smiling. He doesn't seem to know me. I sat down and started answering all the important HRD questions that seemed to be over 50 years old. After the interview with him I was told to meet the cold man, it turns out that he is the President Director of this company.

"Please sit down" he said coldly.

I was nervous and very tense.

"I'm in need of a Programmer, from your value that I see your IP is very high, you are a smart and talented student, I ask you to prove your intelligence in this Company, I ask you to prove your intelligence in this Company, welcome to join me."

He reached out to me, I fully welcomed you.

"You can start work next Monday" he said briefly.

My heart rumbled, feeling very happy.

I carried the happy news with joy, but once in front of my house, many people gathered, they looked at me with pity. I swallowed the bitter-tasting spit for a moment.

"What's this about? why are so many people gathered in front of my house?" many wonder. Without waiting for an answer I barged in.

"Sister, I'm sorry we're sisters." Ratih's cry exploded when she saw me like that Aryo, while my Dad and Mom were crying. I ran to my baby's room, empty, nothing left but blankets and ...

"Where is Panji, where is my son." I cried echoing, my chest felt tight.

"I'm bathing Brother, Panji is sleeping, Aryo is sitting waiting, but Aryo is beaten and tied up."

"There were two men, one went in through the window the other was waiting under the foot, they took Panji and ran away on a motorcycle, we were chasing, but not being chased, all the neighbors tried, but they couldn't be caught."

Cry exploded. What if that guy kidnaps my son.

"No writing on the bed." Aryo whose face was bruised gave me a piece of paper.

"I ask your son to be a beggar."

I'm wailing more and more, tears are not stopping flowing, when Ms. RT entered with a policeman, I don't remember anything else, it's all dark.

When I woke up, I was at the puskesmas. I came back crying. But until the day ended, no Panji was found.

I'm constantly lamenting, even the police haven't found any trace of the criminal carrying my son. My milk keeps coming out, I have a high fever because my breasts are swollen because the water is not drunk by my son. Some time later the swelling disappeared and my water dried up. It feels so painful.

My two sisters and I were helped by neighbors to distribute flyers writing about the loss of a baby and accompanied by photos of my baby. But it does not produce results.

I decided to keep working to have a rush to get through this loss and pain. Although we continued to search the police, until a year passed, not found. I was desperate to hope.

Sometimes I think evil, is it possible that all of this is Mas Genta? because it's so weird that suddenly someone broke into my room to kidnap my baby.

Sometimes it also comes to my husband's family, it could be my in-laws, but I have no evidence other than the writing on the piece of paper.

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