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"Just call Sister Mas, I don't want to carry a child whose origins are unclear" Lisa said when she was told to hold her baby.

"This is your son Lisa, you might say that." The design stared at Lisa intensely. "Thank her now Lisa, her voice made my eardrum almost break." He closed both ears with his palms.

Instead of lifting the baby, Lisa justified her sleeping position. "Mas can go from here, later if this disabled baby m@ti because too often fill new Mas Reka come again."

I don't know why Reka suddenly felt upset when she heard Lisa's sentence. "What kind of mother are you Lisa, you might even say that. Animals alone love their children very much while you humans who are still sane can say that," said Reka at length.

"As soon as Sister Santi will come, because she heard the cry of this damn baby, you don't judge me that way." Lisa didn't want to lose so she said so. "My stomach hurts, I need a break. So, if you want to come home with me."

The designer shook his head. It turned out to know that the nature of Lisa like this is far compared to the nature of Witma. "In addition to being evil, you are also very cunning Lisa," heed Reka.

"Then how is it different from Mas, who has been tormenting the Witma in a born and inward manner?" ask Lisa who does not accept that Reka accuses him of being evil and cunning even though the reality is that. "Silence means my words do not miss," he continued.

Although the sound of the baby's cries as well as the sound of very heartbreaking two humans who both have no conscience, still no one wants to budge lifting a tiny baby who is currently cold because of peeing.

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"Sister can't stay here for long, Witma, because your two nieces are going to school just a few days away" Furqon said in a speech with Witma.

"Yes, Brother. Witma already knew from Fatimah's brother," said Witma because two days ago Fatimah had also told him about his two nephews who will enter school after a long holiday. "Sister Furqon take it easy, Tami will take care of Witma like I took care of us first." He smiled bitterly as he said that.

Furqon patted Witma on the shoulder. "Mother, it's quiet in nature. And make you remember the words of this big brother. Be a strong woman, and never be consumed by male seduction that will only make you sick, one more thing you do not expect to refer to Reka again because Brother has known all this time what he has done to you."

Witma lowered her head as she heard the name of Reka in Furqon, because in her little heart she was still very much expecting Reka.

Furqon seemed to know that Witma still held a taste for Reka, so he said so. "A true man, never hitting his woman no matter how wrong, a true male task jutsu will lead him to the right path instead of plunging his wife." Furqon sighed. "And can you start from now on wear your hijab Witma, and take care of your aura for the sake of Mother, Father and Brother. Like before so you avoid the thirsty gaze of the people out there," he said, considering the curves of Witma's body is very beautiful like a Spanish guitar.

Witma nodded. "Okay sister, Witma will close the aurat from now on." Witma chimed in on the older brother.

"Your sister Fatimah, has bought you a full robe with her hijab, not to forget she also bought Tami. I hope you both like it." Furqon wanted his two sisters to close the aurat perfectly. "Sister to the mosque used to want to deliver the money you found under Mom's pillow." Furqon stood up from his seat while taking the keys of his motorbike on the table. "Lock the door, because you're home alone." He warned Witma before leaving. Remembering Tami, Fatimah and her two children were leaving.

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After he found his towel, he now wanted to feel the doorknob but soon his sense of smell even smelled cigarette smoke mixed with alcohol. Instantly he retreated while recalling the towel that was still stuck on his body tighter and tighter.

Tok .. tok .. tok, tooookkk!!

The pounding of the door from the outside made him even more frightened, his body trembling inside the pitch-black bathroom without any illumination.

"Witma, you know you're bathing inside. Let's open the door before you break into it" said someone who knocked on the bathroom door. "Come on, brother will make you more satisfied. Because you know that Witma is now a lonely widow" he continued. Who now began trying to open the bathroom by banging while trying to break it.

Now Witma's body was trembling as she began to recognize the voice that turned out to belong to the Baron. Instantly he closed his own mouth so that the sound of crying because of fear did not break. "Sister Furqon, save me," he murmured softly.

"Witma, maybe in this way you'll accept brother." While continuing to break down the door, Baron continued to laugh while saying the name Witma repeatedly. "Witma, open the door baby … ." Until a few seconds finally he managed to open the door by breaking it with all his might and at that time also the lights in the bathroom was on.

"Sir Baron! What are you doing, get out of here!" Witma shouted hoping that someone would hear her. He could also now clearly see the wrinkled old face of the Baron.

"Don't be a Witma hypocrite, we're having fun tonight." Baron approached Witma. "Within your house is quiet, we play now only have a brother is no less good, compared to the style of the design."

As the Baron drew closer to Witma, a rapid movement pushed him down until the Baron fell. And on that occasion he used to run as fast as possible to the door while continuing to hold the towel so as not to fall. However, when he reached the door the Baron's voice made him turn his head.

"Free, the door is already the key brother," said Baron who is now back up. "Don't be shy Witma, you know you want too." He again approached Witma who was still trying to open the door.

"Don't come any closer! If you are approaching then ba—"

"Then what dear Witma, lie down so that it is quickly finished do not buy time," cut Baron. While walking his net stagger continued to look towards Witma's smooth white thigh. "It's just not long, dear Witma, don't make your patience run out."

While Witma who had no other choice shouted for help when she saw the Baron began to undress. "Please .. please, someone help me. Brother Furqon, Tami, Brother Fatimah help me!!" witma shouted for help.

The baron staggered, not caring that Witma was yelling for help, because in his mind at this time Witma should be his whole tonight. With the energy in his possession he finally managed to reach the body containing Witma. That instant also the voice of Witma asking for help shrill so scared.