
10 Minutes.
20 Mins.
30 Minutes.
I didn't feel like I was waiting for them in the car for an hour.
...(.(.The complete story for 1 hour that Babang Kaaran and The Genk said that only will be discussed in the novel 'Raniaku Canduku' yes. So who is curious about the full version of the story must really OTW to sana😁)...
I started to get nervous and worried waiting for them to come out of there. My mind started to guess a lot of things. Nothing happens to them. What if my husband can't fight the Black Mamba herd? They were only the four of them, whereas maybe the Black Mamba herd was dozens of people or maybe there were even hundreds.
What if my husband and his three friends lose before saving the children? Imagining the children now crying out for me with their daddy made my heart wince. Especially when I imagine my two children crying from hunger. It's been almost 3 hours since the kidnapping happened. It must be a heartless criminal no matter whether my two children are hungry or not.
To imagine my two children crying from hunger and looking for their mommy and daddy, it felt like I wanted to go in and rebel in there. I want to go in there myself to save my two children from the pack of bad guys.
As soon as my hand started moving to open the car door, I suddenly recalled my husband's message. I promised not to get out of the car except in a precarious situation.
"Aah!" I screeched as I closed my eyes with my hands when I saw the sharp weapon belonging to the foreign man scratching my husband's hand.
My tears instantly dripped with pity and fear as I watched my husband get hurt and bleed. It feels like I'm out helping him to fight that bad guy. I can guess, maybe that guy was Johan, the head of the Black Mamba Mafia clan.
Long enough they fought using the cel*rit in their hands. In the end, the man who looked older than my husband also got the same scratch on his hand.
Their fight looks pretty. They stood for a moment while keeping their distance. Then I don't know what the Johan said to my husband, I couldn't hear their conversation at all because the car door was tightly closed.
The man I was guessing named Johan started throwing all the weapons he had on the ground, I saw my husband do the same. The weapon he had hidden under his clothes now he threw everything on the ground with no waste.
Maybe now they agree to fight for power, no longer fighting while using sharp weapons like before. They really purely wanted to fight for strength to see who was superior among them.
B e r s a m b u n g ...