Married Three Breeding Widow
So the Prisoner of Galak Thugs

Chapter 1 :

The cape is his name. In an underworld that the surface people of the city don't care about, the Cape is one of the most feared men.

He was very young, only entering the twenty-five year mark.

Wealth, power, fame among criminals, Tanjung finds it all by force.

The principle of his life is only one: if he is not the strongest, then he is better off dead.

Tonight, God granted a second choice of that principle.

Fresh blood flowed from his head so profusely. The view of Tanjung was blurred due to the blood entering her eyes.

He breathed short, as the worst possible wound was on his chest, on his broken ribs.

The word death will make you remember many mistakes while still alive. The Cape Breath wafts heavily and one by one it pops up. How many people have grudges against him?

The man who was crushed by his hands, even begging for mercy so as not to be hurt but Cape stepped on him. Or maybe, the people who hoped Tanjung would help them but she threw it away.

It all crossed.

When everything began to feel loose, and Tanjung was sure she would not see tomorrow, her ears faintly caught the sound.

But Tanjung was already unable to.

Closing his eyes, accepting death with many regrets as a human being.

...*...

"Oh yeah, Ri, I gotta get on. The time limit is three days" said Ayudia.

Suri commented a smile of understanding though somewhat forced.

Just now, Ayudia who was her 'friend' charged Suri a monthly fee.

Not a big debt actually. Ayudia lent him some monthly necessities as a human, then Suri was clearly obligated to pay every early month.

But small things can be big depending on the situation. In Suri's ears, the days when he had to hear bills like this were painful and painful.

No one is not tired of living hardship, right? Suri is the same.

"Yes" he answered later. "Tomorrow I bring the money. Thank you, Ma'am, for ngingetin."

"Yes, equally. Careful to go home."

Nodding briefly at that, Suri took her bag home. Glanced at the watch on his wrist, realizing that it was now in at one night.

Suri sometimes likes to be proud of herself. He worked until one o'clock at night, maybe the last two years, his savings never increased.

Suri never considered himself a poor man, but he also could not consider himself a rich man. Living alone in the city, having no support either father, mother or brother.

The Chief Suri was filled with thoughts about money. He hates money. Makes everything difficult and annoying. Forcing Suri to look for him when he never stayed. It became something Suri couldn't live on if she wasn't around.

"Morum." Suri could only sigh.

Among those branching thoughts, Suri passed through deserted alleys towards her small apartment. Just as Suri was about to turn, suddenly someone coughed, then groaned.

Spontaneous course Suri directs the cell phone flashlight to the sound source. Dumbstruck to find a man in white half-lying clothes with his back leaning against the wall, full of blood and wounds.

The white shirt she was wearing was even flushed red from her blood.

"Hey!" Suri approached the man in a panic. He almost vomited from the fishy smell of blood all over his body, and was afraid that this person might even die. "Mas! Hello, Mas?! Hey!"

Suri patted her cheeks, she remained unconscious.

Suri called the police, because it was clearly a big case. But Suri undoes his intentions.

Suri hates cops.

So instead of calling the police, Suri called someone she felt could help.

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Chapter 2 :

"Where is the condition?" Suri came to bring clothes when the foreign man was examined by an illegal doctor.

Suri would not have to deal with the police if he took this man to the hospital, because again, he hated dealing with the police.

So Suri had to rely on one of her doctor acquaintances, a doctor who did not have a license but had often treated people especially with dark cases.

That way, Suri could at least avoid the long trouble.

"If it must be one word; dying."

The man called Doctor Moris seemed to prepare things that Suri did not understand.

"Your blood type is A, right? We're transfusing now" Doctor Moris said.

"Huh?" Suri cengo's.

"You'll see the white shirt itself red with blood. You want to go in the water to fill the blood? If he doesn't transfuse now, he could die."

Lah, lah, lah. Why is that so?

Suri looked at the dying man in his bed, then at Doctor Moris' equipment.

Suri's face was pale. Okay, maybe not the right time to say this but ... Suri's afraid of syringes.

Don't insult! Syringes are scary! Don't you imagine when that big needle punched into your skin, then maybe touching your veins or knocking on your bones?

That's frightening.

No, no, no, no. Suri doesn't want to be injected!

"Suri." Doctor Moris urged, as if the person's life was more important than Suri who felt she could die in horror.

"OK, okay. Fine!"

But Suri does not want his soul burdened to be the cause of others to die. Although he was not the one who beat this person, Suri would still be wrong for not sharing blood.

Why of all the places should Suri find him around here? Try her dying near the hospital, Suri so don't have to bother.

The girl was lying down where Doctor Moris was directed, putting headphones on her head to get distracted.

Injections are not painful, but mentally frightening.

"Suri, don't move." Doctor Moris warned as Suri continued to tug at his hand, unwilling.

"It's mental preparation, Doc, it's exhausting." Suri clenched her hands and relaxed.

When Doctor Moris' hand held Suri, he clenched his hand again.

"Suri."

"Yes, yeah. It's ready."

Suri tried not to cry sobbing. Why would he do this for a stranger?

"Do you want me to inject slowly or do I directly puncture the sample to the bone?"

Suri looked at the horror. "Bad, hell!"

"Eat him diem."

Suri was forced to calm down.

Unknowingly, Suri fell asleep. Not sure how long he was closed, which Suri clearly realized when Doctor Moris shook his arm, saying he wanted to leave.

"The condition is stabilizing. The rest are deep wounds. For a while he could not wake up. Same thing, you can change it yourself, right?"

Suri nodded slowly. More important .... "Anu, the pay—"

"I'm meeting this." Doctor Moris pulled out the wallet. "The handler fee I took. There's still left over there. You buy the infusion when you're done."

Leaving the confused Suri, Doctor Moris just left.

Obviously Suri was wondering, and intended to find the identity of this man through his wallet. But what was in the wallet was only money, without any cards, or letters that could show names.

Who is this guy?

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Chapter 3 :

Tanjung did not think he was still alive after feeling he was going to die.

His entire body was numb, the pungent smell of blood around him had disappeared, replaced with an antiseptic smell.

The infirmary? No. gabe. Not a hospital. It—

"Aware?"

Cape spontaneously turned his head, grabbing the rough neck of a man who was approaching him. "Lo who?" the question is full of anticipation.

"Calm down. It's me, Doctor Moris." The man looked tense due to the twisting of Cape's arm around his neck. "Doctor Moris. I've been trying to find you."

Doctor Moris?

Thanks to that, Tanjung removed Doctor Moris' neck. Made him instantly sigh in relief.

"The woman who slipped you and called me" explained the doctor.

"Who?"

"Not someone who threatens."

Doctor Moris pointed to a woman lying on a folding bed near the bed she was lying on.

"Name Suri. He happened to be squirming at you, but he had a personal problem with the police, so he wouldn't take you to the hospital. By the way, he also donated blood to you."

Why would someone do something like that?

"Cape." Doctor Moris called him. "You need my help getting out of here?"

Tanjung's gaze turned to the woman again, thinking many things in her head.

"Your condition is very bad. I can't even believe I'm talking to you anymore."

The cape closed his eyes again. "Don't say anything."

It was a gesture of not having to tell anyone, whether the girl, or someone who might be looking for Tanjung later.

He was tired, mentally tired. Tanjung just wants to rest for now.

"good. I will not be involved. I'd assume this meeting never happened."

That's better.

...*...

Someone once said to Suri, Helping others is not an easy job.

Actually true.

Early in the morning he woke up, took a bath and prepared for work, Suri felt heavy having to leave when there was a stranger lying on his bed.

Questions popped up in Suri's head. Why would he sleep in a spare bed because of this guy? Why should he take care of her when they do not know her? Why would Suri do that?

But in the end Suri was defeated by humanity.

Suri's gaze was seized by the man's wallet. Much money. Though it had been taken in part by Doctor Moris, his wallet was still thick.

If Suri takes as a maintenance fee, it should not be a problem.

Unfortunately Suri did not do, remember someone's message.

He said if we steal, we'll be stolen too.

So Suri went to work as usual.

First, stop by the pet store to work as a cleaner, then drive to the cafe where he becomes one of the waiters until the afternoon. Later that night Suri headed to Ayudia's place, paying the obligation as well as accompanying her to make a cake.

Ayudia is a cake maker order for birthdays as well as weddings. Or rather, she was a cake designer while Suri was in charge of making her dough to bake.

"Lo don't rest yet, Ri? Want to go straight home?"

"Yes, here." Suri tied his shoelaces in a hurry. "There's business. First, Yu."

"Eh, don't you take things first?"

"Tomorrow."

Suri stared at his clock repeatedly, unconscious that it was now at half-time. The intention is to go home quickly, why even slower?

Ayudia and Suri apartments are close by, so it can be reached on foot. But Suri was tired all day, just eating bread and sweet canned drinks, and he ran for fear of being robbed.

What can I do, right? Anything can happen in this city.

But fortunately when he opened the door, the human he helped was still in the same place, in the same position as well.

Only, Suri had to hurriedly replace her dying infusion as well, before finally being able to pat on the floor.

Shit. Suri tried to catch his breath and closed his eyes. He's hungry. Itching. Sultry. Bottom line's tired.

Why am I helping people, Dad? The feeling of my school time not taking classes learning to help fellow humans is not known.

This crazy self. It was hard, even more troublesome to himself.

While murmuring in his heart, Suri fell asleep tired.

Not paying attention to the eyes of someone who in the future will ruin the peaceful days of Suri.

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