It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
69. Bipolar
*Sorry yes Brother, late update .. because it runs out of travel far 🙏🙏*
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"Aaaghhh!" Mr. Arendra's hand has been ripped off by a dagger that was thrown by the first man to kiss me. The sharp object was about to be addressed to me, but it was Mr. Arendra who greeted him empty-handed.
"Mr Aren ...."
This is really too, I immediately retaliated by throwing a kick at the heart of the man. However, this time it was his turn to catch my leg and pull me to be attached to his body.
What a terrible coincidence, I only wore the clothes of the greatness of the mother-dad, when difficult circumstances came.
Roughly, my chin was clamped and he laughed cynically. "It turns out, you can too!" He started to feel my feet lucky I was using his inner layer up to the knees.
dugh
Suddenly the man was wide open with his mouth open.
bruuk
He collapsed right in front of my feet. While behind the fainted man, Pal Arendra was holding a piece of wood he picked up somewhere. The piece of wood came off, the injured hand shaking violently.
The blow made the da rah flow on his wound even more swift. I immediately tore the lower negligee I was wearing. Mr. Arendra immediately threw away his face when I did that.
"Don't worry, sir. I always use something that I have to wear."
He tried to look back at me. Slowly move down.
"Ekhem ... His eyes please?" Inside the head is thinking about how to stop the bleeding for a while.
"Hmm... I just want to know what kind of safety is that?"
"Ooh, looks like you're okay." I tied the wound with the piece of cloth earlier firmly.
"Agdhhtt! Slow down!" his moans.
"Hurry up and raise your hands high!"
"Make what?"
"In order not to keep flowing." Actually I do not know whether such a way is correct or not, which is clearly a suggestion that is imprinted in the mind, the words of my ancestors in the hamlet.
"Times, anyway?" He seemed very incredulous.
"Follow it!"
Finally he obediently also to raise his hand as high as possible. "When is this?"
"Until it's handled well by health workers."
From his face was a confused expression. However, he still tried to hold his hand in the upper position.
"I'm sorry yes, sir .. I can only trouble you."
"Yes, you always bother me. Therefore, if you have a holiday like this, it is better to focus on children. This nyari money mulu. When do you have time with Elena?"
It is also true what Mr. Arendra said. Huufft .. I was confused as to what to do. Should I stop this effort? What about fund raising school construction for hamlets?
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I heard police sirens approaching. While I, directly ran to take Elena who was still sleeping soundly. Police forces immediately searched the location.
"Mom, thank you for taking care of my son."
"How's your husband doing?" my mother's face looked worried.
"He's not .. I'll take him to the hospital, ma'am." Without waiting any longer, I immediately moved to ask for help from the police to take us to the hospital.
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"If I hadn't been banged up, maybe nothing would have happened."
"Well, you're reminded to find a replacement for your husband."
Haven't .. I haven't thought of getting there, so I reflexively shook my head.
My eyes turned to the cage next to him. There was Elena who had not woken up since then.
Is it true I should find a replacement for Bang Alan? Bang Alan...Isn't he no longer a wife? Ah, not him! You're a fool to go back with him! My mind is at war with itself.
Back I saw Elena, I saw the time spent by Elena asleep because of the anesthetic influence given pen ja hat earlier. It's been almost three hours. The doctor said that if it is more than three hours, further action will be taken.
Soon enough, Bang Alven and his parents came up with worried faces.
"Why is this all?" ask Miss Jenie.
"So I ...." I don't know how to explain it. For sure this is my fault.
I was too busy making money. Until I was negligent and let my son play alone outside with a cell phone. It could have been that the kidnapper had other intentions, but I was still lucky. Elena can still be taken home even though she is still unconscious.
"I'm sorry, Sister-"
"Mama!" Mr. Arendra and Bang Alven said that in unison to the point of making me quite surprised.
"But it used to be Mbak--"
"Mama! When you called my mom, Mom? I am older than you" muttered Bang Alven, sitting on a cage next to his brother.
I'm lyrically towards Bu Jenie. It is true what he said. In fact, Ms. Jenie is older than the age of Mak in the hamlet. Mak's age, only a few years older than Mr. Arendra. However, the difference is, Mak already has a grandson at the age of Pak Arendra who is now.
"How, Ma? Nesya call Mama Mama too huh?" ask Mr. Arendra.
"Yes, whatever ... however you must protest that Mama is still asking to be called like younger brothers."
Then Miss Jenie glanced at me. "Then what will Retno, Wulan, and Mia say if they know you called me, Mama?"
"Ehm-"
"Surely Nesya changed their call to Auntie dong." said Bang Alven.
"Hushy! You just shut up. You just prepare yourself for the departure to Jakarta!" said Ms. Jenie while pouting.
"Bang Alven is going to Jakarta? Why never tell a story? And my brother plays every day to my place after work." Bang Alven told me absolutely nothing about the information just now.
"What are you going to do there?"
Bang Alven bent his face. "I'm sorry .. I don't actually want-"
"Must want to!" Miss Jenie interrupted Bang Alven's speech.
"But Ma-"
"This is a rare opportunity? Don't you want to follow in Mas Aren's footsteps? Can scholarship continue education up to S-three without making Mama and Papa spend a penny-"
"But Mas Aren will be diting ...." Bang Alven interrupted his mother's words.
Little by little I try to understand what happened to Mr. Arendra. Don't you think what I think is true? It seems like he was left behind because of his very strange nature. Just imagine I can guess.
But actually he is good. However, strange .. eeeh, good really. Not only strange, but quite good in its ever-changing nature. Aaah, sometimes I wonder if he's a bipolar syndrome guy?
"You can't just think badly of me!"
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