Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 84 ~
It was never in my mind that my life would be this scary. Especially in the condition of being pregnant, but fortunately both my family and the Bima family are so protective. They took care of me like they never let their guard down.
After all the family knew about my pregnancy, and also the terror of someone who had not been identified, they were scrambling to keep me in a safe position.
If in the office there is Riska who has been asked for help by mas Bima, then at home there are mas Bima, papi, mami, my parents, and my brothers-in-law. But as far as Bima's at home, I'll be in her custody.
As for who sent the poisonous food, Bima mas who was helped by Bagas mas investigating it did not get any results, because the culprit was so good to do the action, he said, there is absolutely no evidence of any items that Bima mas found.
A courier who drove the snack was really not able to track his whereabouts. Recalling that time the courier wore a mask and helmet, making his face invisible. While the license plate of the vehicle caught on the CCTV camera was not registered with the police. The plate is made by itself with the original number written by the perpetrator himself.
Failing that, we can't find and punish the culprit.
Gesya himself on the day of the incident, was in Singapore at the Hana camp and only returned to Indonesia a few days ago.
Nothing could make us suspect him. But even so, Bima still suspected that Gesyah was the culprit, only we did not have evidence that could ensnare him into prison.
If I ate the snack then something happened to me, surely the perpetrator laughs wildly celebrating his victory without anyone knowing.
Very clever of him, committing crimes without leaving a trace.
"Bi" Bima mas call makes my daydream instantly crumbles. I, who was staring at myself in the mirror with a blank look, kept worrying about something because I felt threatened.
"Drink milk, after that break" Our gaze laced through the reflection of a mirror.
Mas Bima who was standing behind me seemed to be holding a glass of milk in her right hand.
"Lala's asleep?" I got up from my seat and turned around and took over the glass in Bima's hand.
"Already"
"Not fussy?"
"Slightly stubborn was because asked in nina boboin with the same round, but I said that the mother again tired"
Mas Bima said it while walking towards the bed, while I sipped milk while hearing it. A pair of my eyes can not be separated from the man who is now arranging a pillow on the headboard.
"I should call you, have pity on Lamala"
"He's got to get used to it, Bi. Soon it will have adek, let him be independent" Mas Bima sat on the edge of the bed while opening the laptop he reached on the nightstand. "Don't overindulge her, her mother will be busy with her baby. If Lala's habit of continuing to depend on us, she won't be able to do anything. Excessive treatment will make him unable to make his own decisions later"
"It's just a little bobo nemenin is okay" Gerutuku, then back gulp the remaining milk is still half.
"May, but not every night in bobo's help"
"He's a little boy, so natural"
"Keep alone in martial arts" Ketus mas Bima glanced at me at a glance.
"I'm not defending, but look at his age not even five years_"
"A few more months are five years old, so learn to get used to it from now on, okay"
I clenched my lips and washed them.
My axe was caught by a pair of dark beads of Bima mas.
"Why your lips?" Her question was flat, with a sharp gaze like an intimidating middle.
"What happened to my lips?"
"Mas is that too, right?"
"You say that husband is, nyolot continues" The man looked at me sharply, but it didn't scare me at all. I even smiled when Bima did not blink.
"For a long time I want to eat all over my lips"
"Ish" Gertutuku, pulled one corner of the lip to the left.
I went straight out of the room intending to go to the kitchen to put the glass, after which I set my foot up the stairs, heading to my daughter's room to say good-bye.
My little girl, whom I miss every second. Never even sidetracked from my memory for a moment.
Satisfied peeping Lala, I fix the blanket and set the AC temperature. Mas Bima does not know how comfortable the AC temperature for Lala. He set it too cold 24°C, whereas Lala got used to it at 27°C.
Back in the room, I heard Bima talking through a phone connection. I don't know what they're talking about, but my heart suddenly slipped when I heard Lala's name being mentioned.
Who called Bima?
I wondered as I approached the bed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed beside Bima mas sitting, I took the laptop that was on his lap.
Wait patiently until this man finishes talking on the phone.
"What's wrong?" ask me once the connection is closed.
Instead of answering, mas Bima instead looked at me with a sad highlight, making my forehead frown because of wonder and fret.
"Mas, don't make me tick, who's calling, why are you bringing Lala?"
Mas Bima seemed to take a long, but heavy breath. His hand moved to put the phone on the nightstand and then clasped my hand tightly.
"Mas" I protested because my question was not answered.
"What's wrong?"
"Look Bi" Mas Bima paused his call to sigh. "Next week Lala has started to enter the year-end holiday, Hana will pick him up for a holiday in Singapore"
The phrase Bima somehow makes me want to rebel. Though I have applied for annual leave in order to accompany Lala days during her long holiday. But what is this?
Lala will even be taken away by her birth mother. No half-hearted, Lala will be taken abroad, then what if I miss him.
I really can't live without him, he's my strength, my encouragement, he's the only reason that keeps my lips turned upside down.
Swallowing, I lowered my head to hide my sad look.
"When did Hana pick Lala up?" I don't dare to look at the lightning of the eagle in Bima.
"A few more days. He also brought a letter of introduction from the court stating that Lala would be carried by her mother for two weeks"
Yes, if Mbak Hana wants to bring Lala, it must obtain permission from the court. Moreover, this abroad, obviously the court must know in order to be held accountable.
Two weeks might be a short time for Hana, but a long time for me without Lala.
Seriate