Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Rose 35

The drink seller was stunned to hear the Son's answer.

"Hopefully meet soon and I pray that everything is safe" he murmured.

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The son drove his car. His wife was a few minutes ahead of him. Ten minutes with a lot of possibilities. He doesn't know what's going on up ahead, what if he finds some intersections, has to turn where he is. Those thoughts added to the bad list in his head. Suddenly he was afraid to turn the wrong way. That means the farther away and the chances of a Rose surviving the thinner. Every minute is precious to him and the Son will not waste a second. He prayed and hoped that there would be no crossing.

Wait, honey. Wait me. I will come, endure for our future, for our Love. Please God protect my wife. Listen to me God.... There is no future for me without the Rose.

The Son's prayer seemed to have not been answered, a T-junction was seen before him. His car braked suddenly and was greeted by a horn from the car behind him. Luckily there was no collision. While swearing Putra pulled over her car and thought hard which way she should go. In the area there is no stall or anything there to be asked about the blue antelope.

Shit!

The son got out of the car trying to find any traces that might lead to the Rose. He crouched down with a broken heart from not finding anything there. His face looked tired and frustrated, confused as to which path he should take. He was eager to rely on his instincts, but if it was wrong it would only minimize the chances of saving his wife.

Think Son! Ayoo think.

Your brain isn't just a decoration on your head.

God gave it to you so you could think.

The son went back and forth like a madman on the side of the road, his hands clenched tightly until his fingernails turned white.

Please God. Don't punish me in this way. I have many sins, but do not punish me in this way.

As he was almost in despair, his phone suddenly rang.

"Call from home? Hope there's a clue." he murmured.

"What's up?" sambar Putra to the point.

Bambang's voice was called.

"Son just now there was a gasoline seller saw a blue antelope car enter the tea plantation owned by Cv. Space at kilometer 88. The police are driving there now. Where are you?"

"Kilometre 88? I'm close to that location." The son immediately closed his cell regardless of Bambang still talking on the phone.

The son drove his car like a racer, barely stepping on the brake pedal. He turned right towards kilometer 88, there was indeed only a deserted tea plantation.

Oh God. What would Roy do? He's not throwing away a Rose's corpse, is he?

Instantly the Son goosebumps and nausea with his own mind. His anxiety further made his chest tight.

Not likely. God has given me many clues and made it easier to find the rose than to find the body. I can keep my promise to him.

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while somewhere.

The rose awoke in the darkness, its body curled up in a narrow and stuffy place. Rose knew he was in the trunk of a running car. The luggage lid doesn't seem to be closed on purpose, possibly for air intakes. The car was circling non-stop, occasionally turning right or turning left, Rose's stomach was nauseated by the hot, stuffy air in the darkness that enveloped her. When he was about to shout he only realized if his mouth was on duct tape and he could not do anything because his hands were tied. The rose began to cry amid a sense of helplessness and fear. His folded legs began to tingle.

Anyone help me... I'm afraid!

You're not alone, you're with your baby.

Lord. If Roy does something bad. Please baby.

The upheaval in the Rose's heart subsided. As she gained strength, her cries stopped and she began to think about what she could do to escape or at least survive until someone came to her aid. He doesn't know where this car took him. Rose almost cried again remembering the arms and kisses of the Son a moment ago, but now she was in a place like this. Everything is like a dream.

The car hasn't stopped yet, but he feels like this isn't a big road. Because the car is shaken, like a cobblestone road. His body was sick but as much as possible he protected his stomach from shock by using his legs.

Hang back son. Survive for Mother.

Slowly the speed of the car decreases until it finally stops. Inside the trunk of the Rose breathed a sigh of relief, her stomach stopped churning. She faintly heard the car door open and then closed again, her chest pounding hard. The rose tries to prepare itself for the worst possible eventuality that will happen to her. Even though fear was clearly visible on his face.

Not long before the luggage door opened and the reflection of bright light was visible. A few seconds later, the kidnapper's face was seen. The rose's face was getting pale. ROY!

"Hallo Sweet, sleep well?" Roy grinned with a disgusting smile. The tip of his finger stroked the messy Rose hair.

Roses are eager to curse the man with*ngs*k in front of him. He said that he was more disgusting than the manure that Putra often made. But he couldn't, because his mouth was still in duct tape. Roses stared intently at Roy as the man carried his body, Roses continued to thrash by moving his legs refused to be taken by Roy, but Roy instead presumptuously stroked the calf of the Rose that was not covered in a skirt.

"If you don't shut up, I'll wipe the higher part of your calf. Do you want it?" said Roy while continuing to wipe the calf until the Rose's knee.

Finally the rose was silent.

Baj*ng*n insolent! If I survive. I swear I'll put you in jail!

The rose in my heart. Roy had always been rude to him. Good just a mask when he was still an accounting on his plantation.

Fugitive bastard!

Since the beginning of the Rose did not like Roy, he looks quite handsome, what else is supported by an athletic body routine fitness results. It is very easy for Roy to become a female idol. Roy's charm is able to captivate women just by smiling, except Roses of course. She's the girl who doesn't like it the most.

Roy smiled as he saw the Roses fall silent. He hugged the Rose and took her into a small hut.

"If you keep quiet like this, we can have some quiet fun. We'll spend some time together. I can make you satisfied." said Roy as he continued to move.

The wooden door squeaked when Roy opened it, then he turned to lock it with a large wood attached to the door. The rose slammed into the bed after the man lowered it. Roses quickly moved away from Roy, sitting on the bed rest. An angry expression mixed with fear and disgust when he saw Roy's face from the decket.

"It's good that you stick to that bed, you make my job easier."

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