Married Three Breeding Widow
part 4's

"When in a remote place," said Olivia after a full week of searching with her team. "There is no CCTV, no cameras, probably no network."

Abhimanyu clenched his hands tightly. He wanted to ruffle the world to find his daughter but of course he couldn't do that.

"It's focused on the search for the same forests of the mountains." Abhimanyu turned to his subordinates. "Send some to the sea. The location map will be Abirama sendin to your HP."

The new Rendi will say ready when Olivia holds her back.

"Gue hasn't told you the rest" the woman said. "I mean it's possible that he's in a remote place, there's no network .. no corner of the earth anywhere."

Abhimanyu felt his life was taken away. "What do you mean, maybe abroad?"

"Half the country is Mahardika right? The other half is Narendra. If you become them, you want to hide the child who will be sought after by the state army in its own cage? That's his name's moron."

Rose propped up her chin. "Yet."

Abhimanyu's sister who also looked empty even replied to Rose spiritlessly. "Yes?" Then he blinked, as if waking up. "Yes, Princess?"

"Call the woman" Rose said.

"Female? Rara means?"

"His mother when she is sick" said Abhimanyu. "Don't involve him first."

Rose laughs. "I didn't tell Ranaya to come. I mean that woman." Rose glancing. "The woman who hides behind you."

Banyu gasped but immediately understood. The woman Rose was referring to was Kisa.

On the side of the table, Olivia who caught the meaning of Rose's words was stunned. That instant Olivia also regained consciousness.

"Ah, so it is." Olivia covered her face in fear. "Sakura's revenge you said you could think? But if Kisa's involvement again means the possibility of an enemy Anti-Mahardic faction?"

Abirama. "Isn't FAM disbanding the tragedy first? They've been lost after being knocked back by Narendra, right?"

"You are Abhimanyu's son. Your stupidity and hers are the same." Rose laughed amusedly. "Unlike fools like you, smart people know how to be patient. Want to take years, as long as his goal is achieved, he'll wait for the right time."

The woman who now holds the title as Prime Minister has moved from her seat of greatness. Walk towards the window that immediately presents a view of the national palace garden.

"The goal is so clear that I want to laugh out loud." Rose glanced at Abhimanyu who seemed to have clearly realized all this. "Treachery to the country in exchange for your son. What's your choice, Abhimanyu?"

Of course if he had betrayed, he and his family would have been mass executed.

"Rose."

"Hm?"

Abhimanyu hardened his jaw. "Not funny."

".... Of course." Rose smiled slightly. "I'm not funny."

Just because Rose smiles doesn't mean she's funny.

"Olivia, make sure to find the child even in the wormhole. Your prime minister's good name is at stake if even a child can't be found."

Abhimanyu covered his face, trying to calm himself even though fear was encircling his chest.

Lika. Dear nabila. Where and what is he doing? He must have been angry at Abhimanyu for not coming to his aid.

"Papa, why hasn't Papa been home for so long? Why only two hours a day? If you want to sleep with Papa."

"When you want to come with Papa to the palace?"

"Not that, Papa. Not when you come with Papa. If you want Papa the same when."

"Son, Papa takes care of a lot of people, also take care of Rose. Let this country be all right, let it be later if it is already big, If it can freely do anything."

"Papa keep when you go? Even if Papa isn't here?"

"Yes. Papa will always, always, take care of me. Let it be always okay. So if you're not sad if Papa rarely comes home, huh? Everything's done for me when I'm with Mama."

When the boy smiled first, did he believe in his heart that it was true? Then now, when he was alone there, did he feel betrayed by this papa?

Son, wait for Papa.

*

For the past week Nabila has been trying to reduce the blow given to him, but because his small body is not used to it, Nabila still has to take the blow done on the basis of punishment from wrongdoing.

It only took half a month less, Nabila's delicate hands were now rough, dry, and had many scars.

No medication was given for him. Because if Elis sees Nabila's wounds, it just makes him look upset or disgusted.

Tonight Nabila again has a new injury. His hand was hit by the hot oil earlier and felt so sore that he brought a small bowl of water to the room, soaking his hand to relieve the pain.

"Mute."

Nabila turned her head, finding Ravana secretly going into her room, again.

"What's your hand?" ask the boy.

He was the only one in this place who still invited Nabila to talk even if only occasionally.

Nabila raised her hand, showing a red wound there without speaking.

"So asked you, he answered with his mouth. If you don't get called mute."

Nabila looked down sad. He himself did not know why his mouth was stiff.

"Have it, it's up to you." Ravana put something on the floor. "Now, candy from the city."

Nabila immediately took it, put it in his mouth. The sweetness made Nabila smile.

Ravana observed the smile on the sweet face of the boy.

"I don't know why Mama says you're sick." Ravana. "Same Papa you're a bad guy huh?"

Nabila. The loud punch on his body had messed up a lot of things in the brain of the boy. Now Nabila already believes that he has Papa and Mama who are so evil that Nabila himself can not remember how they look.

After all if he remembered his body would definitely be beaten again.

"You must be sick because Mama Papa you're bad. If you have lived here for a long time, you will no longer be sick."

Nabila.

His head quickly shook.

Not want. He doesn't want to stay here long.

"But if you go, Mama will hit you. If it was iron yesterday, it might be hot iron."

Nabila's brain immediately imagined what it would be like to be beaten by hot iron. The pain caused by the oil in his hands supported the imagination until suddenly Nabila cried.

Even her cries were silent.

The boy was too afraid to make a sound and gave Elis a reason to beat him again.

*

Tomorrow, Nabila did not expect that he would fall ill. The boy's body was hot as he felt cold.

Moreover, the fact that Nabila just sleeps on his back on a sheet of mat, without a pillow let alone a blanket, makes him feel even more sick.

There was a faint memory in his head. A shadow that was covered in a fog of fear while he was in the same condition, yet was also different.

In the shadow, Nabila felt a large, warm hand touch her forehead. A touch that seemed to lift all of Nabila's pain.

"Holding Papa's hand" he said vaguely. "Papa take the pain when ya? Papa is strong so he won't get sick. Let Papa change if."

Nabila opened her eyes. Discovering the fact that no one is holding his hand let alone willing to take away his pain.

What he found was Fina's annoyed look while throwing a cloth.

"Children trouble. Your work is a lot, not a train even menggeljain sick."

Nabila felt her hot tears flowing to her ears, but she could not make any sound.

After a thin blanket of used cloth given, Nabila tried not to sleep but his aching head, high fever and gigil body made it difficult.

No one could save Nabila when he was tormented in the place itself.

*