CHILD
Chapter 21's

Child

Episode 21

For a month the prison guard has always been proud of the victory of gambling. Sometimes Fikri does not go to work because his body is lethargic. But still dashing every night to the prison meet Abot and Doyok. The infinite privilege was given to them so that every day convicts were deployed to wash the baths. Unfortunately Abot still can not trace the wet floor. Prisoners are getting healthier and for fear of Doyok and Abot, they often teach at night. Convict change as if a positive event occurred from forced to willing.

" Sister..our child is getting worse itch². Jom la bring the medicine. Satisfied with hospital broom medicine but not good. He cries every night, brother. " Nurul told her husband Fikri.

" Eh. child thing.home .you take care of. My train is for. Money is never less. That's not even capable of doing. Put that kid there. I want you to. Execute your responsibilities quickly. Seize again I want to get out."

Nurul had to follow orders even though the baby who was only a year old was crying loudly. Skin peeling. Nurul squeezed her husband's body also badly peeling so that it released the liquid smelled of drift.

" Tap."

One slap perched on Nurul's cheek.

" You're dodging what that is. Serving me right!! It's like wood you're !!"

Nurul fell for a moment. Her cheeks were sore and hot slapped. Nurul is only able to survive next to Fikri who is hot. If divorced, she doesn't know how to share her life with her son. From a poor family his life turned happy next to Fikri but happy just two months after getting married. Fikri always put a hand on him.

" Sorry brother.. Nurul thinks about our son. Nurul's heart was hard. Forgive Nurul ye."

Nurul made a sound as he swept away the blood that was slightly flowing on his lips.

" Yes!! Life knows how hard I am. I want to get out. I just don't mean it either!!"

Gambling victory money was dumped on the face of Nurul.

" Sister. allow Nurul back in the village can. Nurul wants to take our son to medicate."

Nurul at that time only expected a piece of sympathy for Fikri.

" Keep you the important thing, that's my money to share. Don't ask for more. Smart la you go back. Don't trouble me. "

" sir... Why is it so bad this master's skin itches. Until bloody kene blood shirt. "

Mus's greeting to Fikri is just like the last wind. Fikri did not reply and wanted to quickly meet Abot. Gambling bets tonight should win like before. Several other prison guards walked in unison with Fikri. Abot already knows what time Fikri will come. The cries of his demons were already waiting hungry. Abot was treated like a king so that every day Fikri would find his friend who worked in the hospital to buy a little blood.

" ha's.. Abot.I have arrived. Don't lose already. If you lose, I'll pull all your privileges here." Fikri's voice echoed.

" Sort of like you've lost. You all wait there. Don't go where. I want to read the menu. "

Abot lies to Fikri and the ravenous prison guards while the goal wants the demons to mourn them little by little. No one knew demons filled the room to lick and eat their blood little by little. Everything felt weak and itchy.

Sayup sayup heard a recitation of remembrance which at first from the curtain to 3 now all prisoners together with zikr so that the atmosphere of the prison is festive with recitation of remembrance. The devil feels hot. Abot holds a sore ear when the devil screams in pain.

" Ficki!! Get me out of here. We're doing some outside business !! " Jerit Abot.

Weak and tired, Fikri said. Satisfied Fikri screamed for the prisoners to stop pondering but increasingly stronger dhikr from the mouth of help without stopping. Outside the prison, Abot remains in chains to keep from being released. Aboth sat down and read the signs, but the weak and tired were only Fikri and a few greedy and greedy prison guards.

Nurul is determined to go home. The rice barrel was lifted and he slid his hands into the rice looking for the plastic that was being cut. Only in that way the money and necessities are safe. Already several times they run out of money because of the attitude of Fikri who is crazy about gambling. Nurul quickly kept the clothes and the determination to return to the village as soon as possible. Nurul was sure it was no ordinary pain.

"Eeeitt.... Dupppp"

The front door of the house was thrown strong. Nurul supports the child and carries the bag towards the door. The door is locked from the outside. Without Nurul realizing and seeing the devil who too wanted his son did not want them out of the house to meditate. The cry of Nurul's son grew stronger. Because being too busy and knowing about her now is not normal, Nurul gathers the strength to pray to God. Nurul's hand clasped the door button but his entire body bristled. With a heart full of faith in God, finally a locked door can be opened. Nurul dashed out swiftly without looking back.

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