Forced to Seize the Prospective Husband Brother
Chapter 79. Feelings out of control.

The deafening sound of crying, made Pasha growl about to strangle Zairin. He lashed out at Zairin with his index finger and eyes glaring furiously.

“Diam is not! Quiet!” press Pasha, screech Zairin a little until Zairin's cry gets louder.

The driver who was Pasha's friend during college grimaced softly because of pity with Zairin. “Pas, he won't shut up if you like that.”

“Keep me how?! I was silent, she kept crying. My head hurts, you know?!”

“Iya, but—”

“Have, La, mending you focus just drive before I miss the ship.”

Vela took a deep breath. Jesus, what made Vela agree to help Pasha. Vela was sure after this he would run out. But how else? Vela was tired of accommodating Pasha in her house.

Arriving at the port, Pasha hurriedly boarded the fishing boat. The ship was no ordinary ship, it was a smuggling ship carrying refined flour that cost three billion per kilo. They also run businesses helping fugitives to escape at fantastic prices.

“This is the money, Sir.” Pasha handed me a bag full of money.

The father glanced at the crying child in Pasha's sling. “That's not your son?” guess what, raising one eyebrow adds to the suspicious impression.

“Iya,” replied Pasha. No need to fear, all passengers on this ship are troubled people.

“Oh ok.”

Right ‘kan? It's even weird that you're normal on a ship carrying illegal goods, the effect is like undercover intel.

The ship also departed from the mainland, Pasha breathed a sigh of relief because it was no longer possible for the Zullies family to find traces of his journey Pasha did not travel because it did not use normal means.

“At last she stopped crying too. Very good vows.” He kept quiet and smiled evilly. “How, Ran? You took my man, I took your son. Impas, ‘kan? Cry blood be there.”

Again happily imagining Ran and Guren suffering, suddenly the loud voice of the ship owner disperse the reverie of Pasha.

“Everything out! Do you think you'll just sit and sleep on my boat? Nah! You guys have to work.” The owner of the ship threw a fishing net at the passengers.

“What do you mean? We already paid dearly!” The question of Pasha represents every individual there.

The ship owner smiled, walked up to Pasha and pulled Pasha's chin to look at her. Pasha trembled, she was afraid yet could not dodge. Fortunately, the man began to distance himself.

“Your money is nothing more than the risk we bear. Work or we throw it into the sea! No one knows if you die here, remember that.”

Pasha held back her tears, how is this? Who will look after Zairin if he catches fish? Or did he just throw Zairin into the sea? But ... seeing the slick face of Zairin Pasha's heart softened, he suddenly became afraid if this child was wretched.

“Ba-how about my son?” great-granddaughter Pasha slowly, shedding tears on Zairin's cheeks. He didn't know it would be like this. Pasha thought he just had to wait until the next land.

“It's none of my business,” the ship owner replied then left.

Confused to put Zairin where. Because of this fishing boat, the room here is not created for the convenience of—bau fish, many items that make the rest of the place narrow.

Pasha glanced at the dry tarpaulin and cardboard frozen fish that were quite clean. Pasha arranged it into a place where Zairin slept.

“Then like this he will definitely not be rolled by the wave.”

“Hey you're there, hurry!” The crew approached Pasha.

Pasha kneels with her hands clutched. “I use this cardboard for my son, yes.” Pasha's face was clear, asking to understand Zairin who was still a baby.

“Thank you.”

The days of Pasya were so heavy, he was like a slave who was afraid to be thrown into the sea at any time. But there is something more frightening for Pasha, namely Zairin. Zairin's health deteriorated, Pasha could only give her pureed bread like porridge. That's not enough for Zairin to need nutrients. Moreover, Zairin often cries because it does not get the intake of ASI. Pasha is often slapped by the boss because Zairin's voice is very disturbing.

“Zairin.” Pasha crying. Zairin's body is getting hotter, not infrequently Pasha prostrate at the feet of the Boss asking for something more worthy for Zairin, such as a blanket for example.

Once again Pasha faced the boss. “My child's boss is cold, please Boss lend me a blanket.”

“You think I'm not cold?! I don't care about your son, oh anyway he's not your son why do you care so much?”

Yeah, why does Pasha care? Didn't he want revenge through Zairin? That was also Pasha's own question. His heart softened when he saw Zairin, his evil intentions instantly disappearing with affection. Why did this happen?

Pasha carried Zairin outside, staring at the vast expanse of blue. Pasha's tears fell, she hoped the land would be visible. Pasha wanted to take Zairin to the hospital, no matter if Pasha didn't have any more money, she was willing to sell herself in order for Zairin to recover.

“Yes God, I was wrong, punish me .. but please save this child.” He looked up at the sky begging. He knew Zairin couldn't have lasted much longer if he didn't get treatment from the doctor right away. “Show me your magic,” Og Pasha.

Suddenly Pasha saw there were several other ships not far from him. Next Pasha heard a scream.

“We've reached the border, Boss. The Navy ship has been spotted heading here.”

A crouching pas hid himself near a pile of cardboard fish—peeking at the crew reporting to the boss.

“As usual, kill the passengers after it throw to sea.”

“Good, Boss.”

Pasha trembled, knowing she was also in danger, she went into a cardboard of frozen fish to hide. The weak Zairin did not make any sound. Next Pasha heard a noise outside.

“Do not! Don't kill ak—ahk!”

“You lied! You said you'd take us to—”

“We didn't lie. We've escorted you ... only up to the border.” They laugh.

The horrible sounds Pasha caught clearly. Passengers who were with Pasha were already dead and would be thrown into the sea.

“They are so stupid. They don't think, why are the smugglers never caught? Because they became corpses carrying expensive flour in their stomachs.”

“The corpses are all filled and tied up. We drop it now?”

“Ya.”

They dropped corpses, tied them up using specially made clear ropes and let the corpses sink like an anchor. They used ballast before. After the examination was completed later, they would drag the corpse away without raising it back up.

The Navy would not be suspicious as no rope appeared to be stuck under the ship. They will focus more on searching the ship and the license after.

That's how they escaped the Navy's inspection. Using smugglers as containers plus getting money from the container itself.

Like a miracle, they seem to forget there is one passenger who should imprint in their memory. Passengers who often prostrated themselves to beg for their children, now know their secrets.

Seriate....