
Chapter 35. For the Heart of the Heart
“Where is Afkar?”
“Of course it's on me?”
“I mean where did you take my son? Where you guys moved to! Hasn't it been enough to torture my mind, to torture me, to expel me and to separate Afkar from me? To the extent that you moved suddenly with my son. Quickly tell me where you took Afkar!”
“Why? Change your mind? Want to accept the first offer? But even if you become my maid, of course you will not let me roam outside the house, so if you intend to accept my first offer with the intention of bringing Afkar away, then throw away the intention. Do not rule out the possibility of such a thing in your head right now, right? I could've reported you on charges of stealing Manda's valuables, for example, let you be a police fugitive. Can you bring Afkar to escape in that condition? If caught, you risk going to jail and being separated again from Afkar.”
“Don't say much to and fro, quickly tell me where you're moving to. I deserve to know the state of my son, I am also his mother!”
“You want to know your son's situation? Well listen, she's crying. My advice is to accept my first offer. Unless you already have some money I mentioned. Then I'll tell you where we moved and hand Afkar to you.”
His conversation with Dion over the phone this afternoon revolved back in Khalisa's mind, under a dense sky without stars overshadowing the cold of the night, as cold and as frozen as his heart roared painfully in his sleep.
“Unda .. unda ..”
The voice again ringed until Khalisa's ears rang. The shrill cry of the heart of the heart calling out his name like thousands of arrows shot across the heart, slashing his torn piece of heart, squeezing it strong, snatching all sanity from the grasp of reason, and, making Khalisa almost crazy. All his wounds carry him standing here now, in the place of the silent witness of his first encounter with the man who is now tearing his heart apart.
“Waiting Mother, Darling. Wait for Mommy in a minute. Af will soon be the same Mommy again, Mommy promised,” groaning pain with clenched hands, along with puddles that fill the eyes.
Unable to stay apart any longer with half his breath, Khalisa stepped into the place he had wanted to go as far as he could. In the midst of impasse, sadness, despair and hardship, and without anyone to support or strengthen, only this place is stifled in his short mind. The pressure of judgment around increasingly affects, eroding all the common sense that rides when the heavier burden befalls again and again. Especially now is not just a matter of self, but about the whole world that is the baby.
“Wah wow, who is this?” A burly man grinned widely as soon as he saw who was coming before him. Highlight his eyes sparkling greedily, a cigar tucked between his thick lips.
“Finally you came before me too, a precious gem,”.
“Yakin? Remember, you used to spit on me when I offered and dragged you to the job? Also you cursed me when I said this is where it suits you? Wanna lick spit? It seems out there is nothing like what you thought. Where was your arrogance that said that not everyone thought you were despicable? Your dreams are too high Khalisa, the people out there are mostly looking down on people like you aren't you?”
“Just give me the job! I need money as soon as.”
“Money?”
“Ya, five hundred million.”
Jordan scanned the disheveled Khalisa from head to toe.
“Hmm, five hundred million if for a virgin girl it might be easy in no time. But you're different now, no longer sealed. Different prices than in the past. But even so, I'm sure you'll be a prima donna. Prove your determination, I will give you the five hundred million you asked for after seeing your performance, my holy gem.”
“Khalisa! What are you doing here? Get out of here quick, go! You don't know this place is worse and worse than hell!”
The echoing screams of Tya did not make Khalisa flinch. Stay straight ahead as if deaf.
“Shut up you Cintya!” Jordan exclaimed loudly.
“Don't touch him, Jordan!” yelled Tya no less loudly.
“Do not interfere! Take Tya to my room, she should be taught a lesson!”
Seriate.