ERIKA (The Slandered Woman)
Chapter 14

Icha's little footsteps are now in her living room. Afnan actually hesitated to enter the house of a stranger according to him. But this little boy just kept pulling the end of his jacket like a goat himself.

"Where are you taking brother, Dek? Brother is not a goat." Afnan stop. Obviously Icha also stopped because it was not strong enough to attract Afnan.

Bravely, the boy's head looked up to Afnan. Then she said in her lisp voice, "Mother... Beld it! There's it!"

What's up, anyway? Afnan scratched his head that had no nails. He did not understand the language of this boy.

"Uncle... Was he! Help me!" Icha's eyes glazed back.

Would please?

One firm word Icha made Afnan understand, if he was asked for help. He also followed Icha who had run first without pulling his strings again.

And then came Afnan in the kitchen. His attenuation was immediately turned to Icha who was calling out to the hijab-wearing woman who was lying on the floor.

Afnan is approaching soon. "Geez, why so much blood?" He had not seen the owner of the face covered with black pasmina tip.

"Mother...!" Icha's anxious voice resuscitated Afnan who had been stunned because he saw a lot of blood.

"Wait a minute, Deck. Take the car first!" Instead of ordering a driver or ordering an ambulance that might be long in coming, Afnan prefers to return to the house of his parents who stand firmly at the end of the same complex today.

"Uncle..." Just this time, Icha whines at strangers. He did not want to lose his helper and his mother who was in desperate need at this time.

"Adu... Brother will be here again. Waita minute!" Afnan actually wanted to protest if he did not like being called uncle. He's not an old man! But it's not the time to clarify this boy. He finally went and established his heart first to see the hopeful face of Icha to him who came back crying. Anyway, he'll be back later. Maybe this boy is not very digesting he said if he wanted to take the car. Maybe even impossible anyway, he brought the blood-blooded victim using his motor racing.

"Why is the house so empty?" Afnan asked himself in between his steps out of the house. While Icha prefers to mourn the fate next to his mother by returning to crying, crying and crying.

"Ehh... Bad boy! Where are you going again? Why should I use my mom's car? Your car does not exist?" Mama Afnan who was relaxing with her maid on the porch of her house, immediately grumbled about the behavior of Afnan who had just returned home but was about to come out again. His son had no chance to do anything.

"Borrow, Ma! It's about the death of someone who's already bleeding blood. Afnan's car will not be a virgin anymore. Mama knows, if Afnan's future wife can occupy him."

The mother rolled her eyes lazy, hearing the last sentence of her son who had always forbidden any woman to ride in his beloved car. Only special women can, he said. Where is that woman? Nothing, because her little boy was never serious about being in a relationship.

But digesting Afnan's other lines made the middle-aged woman stand up quickly from her chair.

"Blooded?" muttered. Is that kid out of brawl? Or struggling? Mother Jasmine - Mama Afnan it took a thousand steps into the car.

Afnan who hunted for time just shook his head slowly and then tancap gas inside.

It didn't take long, the car had stopped in front of Erika's house. Making Mother Jasmine's forehead wrinkled deep.

"Come, Nan. How did you stop here?" mother asked Melati while opening the door because her son was already out of the wheel.

"Because the blood-blooded man is in there, Ma."

"But this is Erika's house! Did you make trouble for Erika or her husband? Jesus, Nan. How did you become more, son? Why make such a big deal of people bleed blood?"

Afnan had no intention of answering his mother's accusation. Fine, he was indeed naughty and lacking morals, but he also saw who his opponent was. He beat a woman until she bled blood. Come on, he's not a sissy who's so willing to beat women.

" Hix... Mothers... Hicks...!"

Mother Melati grew suspicious among her confusion when she heard the sound of the boy crying and occasionally calling 'Mother'.

They continued to browse the house that was still wide open door. And Ibu Melati and Afnan arrived in the kitchen.

"What's going on, Afnan?" Mother Melati gasped while grimacing to see the state of Erika in Icha's cry. The fur bristled when he saw Erika's blood that was more and more reminiscent in the white ceramic.

"No idea, Ma. Better help Afnan. Duh... This is how it's carried." Afnan was confused because Erika's blood would definitely dirty her clothes and skin. He was still standing in confusion on the side of the woman who was lying on the ground.

"Isa... Nan, Buruan. Stupid fathead! We have to get him to the hospital!" Melati's mother cursed while sighing at the end of Erika's pasmina that blocked the pale face. And was struck by the face of the woman who had entered Afnan's dream a few days ago.

"Well, this is Ukhti who often hosts Afnan, Ma."

Melati's mother ignored Afnan's words that she thought were disturbing. But he was also relieved because his son who liked to act like it was happy, just scooped up Erika's body without any more disgust at the fresh blood that had contaminated her child's body.

Soon, Mother Melati leads Icha to come with her. The boy's cry slowly stopped even though his chest was still tight. He felt a little because he felt the uncle was his helper or wingless superhero.

"Bright... That's Icha and Erika why are you with Melati's mother?" From a distance, Aria, Aldo's co-worker, accidentally sees Afnan inserting Erika's helpless body in the rear cabin of the car. In the follow-up, he also saw Icha being led in by the famous Melati Mother who is the most famous throughout their complex.

" Aldo must know that his wife is not well!" The man pulled the bike over and immediately pulled the phone.