Superku Mama

Superku Mama
Your smile is my strength


Aletha who listened to Bilson's words goosebumps. He turned his brain to find a solution so he could be free from Bilson.


A few minutes later


"Aletha! Open door!" bilson shouted in his loud voice.


Silent from the room. There was no sound.


"Open the door now!" bilson said again.


There was no reaction from the room.


"alright. If you don't want to open the door, then I'm gonna burn this room down. Let this house burn I don't care. This is not my home" Bilson said.


Bilson knocked again at the door. Then kicked him repeatedly. Until his feet were in pain. Because the door is so strong. But there was no word from inside the room.


Bilson opened the door with a duplicate key in his hand.


"You can't run crazy anymore. Finish your story tonight with your favorite child." said Bilson growled.


And the door was wide open.


"Where are you crazy?" bilson asked with growing anger.


He went around the room. But there was no where Aletha and baby Eril were.


"Damn!" objurgation.


"Where did he go? There's no way he ran away. Where'd you try? The windows are all closed." he murmured.


He approached the tightly closed window.


"Bad! Turns out he ran away from here." muttered Bilson.


He closed the unlocked window and locked it again.


"Surely he is not far from here" he said.


Bilson rushed into the car and drove off quickly.


"It's a good thing, baby the window is not too high so we can be free now. And mama has also brought your clothes even if only a few pieces." said Aletha while kissing the head of baby Eril. pop


"Now we find a place where you can drink, baby." murmured Aletha again.


Instantly his strength doubled when he saw a sweet smile on the baby's face.


"Mama, mama!" eril gumam.


"Yes, honey. You thirsty huh? Be patient, son. We'll find a safe place so you can drink." murmured Aletha.


He moved his feet quickly. To be honest, he was not calm. He was very sure that Bilson had realized he was not there anymore. Bilson's reckless nature of course he's already memorized.


Must be Mr. Bilson looking for us right now. He is reckless with his man. Inner Aletha.


"Where are you Aletha? Whereabouts? I won't forgive you until I find you. You crazy woman!" bilson is upset.


While his hands were busy with the steering wheel, his eyes were also wildly searching for Aletha's whereabouts along the way.


"Where the hell is a girl? It's not possible that soon he ran away" he said slowly.


"His turn was also hidden. But where is it?" ask him to himself.


Bilson drove his car slowly.


"That's it!" he cried when he saw someone who looked like Aletha.


Bilson stopped his car and ran to the woman.


"You can't escape a fucking woman anymore!" muttered.


he gripped the shoulder and flipped it to face him forcibly.


The woman slapped Bilson in the face.


"Sorry, who are you?" ask the woman.


He looked hard at Bilson.


"Sorry, madam. Me, I did not intentionally. I thought he was someone I knew." - Bilson was embarrassed.


He hides his shame.


"Eat, mas. If you do not know yet do not accuse. Look at the new nice cake by the way!" knock that woman out.


"Sorry, sorry" Bilson said.


The woman passed by without regard to Bilson's apology.


"That's her. You can't fuck anymore, damn it!" mutilate.


He immediately grabbed the person and again the wrong person.


God fucking. Why do I see Aletha's face around all the corners? Why am I being so weird? And why should Aeltha fill my mind? Inner Bilson.


Not finding Aletha, Bilson gets into the car. He pondered in the car while gently kneeling his forehead. Then re-apply his car after he feels better.


"Why am I like this? I've been feeling dizzy lately. Sometimes strange things happen. I don't know, I don't know what caused it." Bilson murmured.


He returned to his car casually and remained focused on finding Aletha's whereabouts.


"I think it's him. I'm not wrong anymore. Must be him!" yells.


Bilson stopped the car and opened the door. Suddenly, his phone rang.


"Hallo! What was? I'm busy!" bilson.


"Sorry to interrupt sir, but there will soon be a meeting at the office. Are you on the road?"


"Yes, yeah. I'll be there soon." said Bilson.


He turned off his phone and closed the car door.


That crazy woman's business I'll finish. Now I have to go to the company to keep my good name. So that I will be accepted as the legal owner of the company. Bilson murmured in his heart.


He also drove his car quickly. The sun is very hot emitting its axis. As if the heart is already noon In terms of time it still shows at 10:00 west indonesia time.


Many school children run away. Many mothers just came home while carrying their groceries. Some take public transportation, rickshaws or ojek.


After arriving at the office, Bilson did not go straight to the meeting room. He called someone on his cell phone. He orders Sandra to pay a man to search for Aletha's whereabouts.


Apparently he's still thinking about those files. He was very afraid when they fell into improper hands. Could lose everything later Bilson. Sandra agreed to what Bilson ordered and immediately contacted his acquaintances.


"Good day, sir!" greet the employees who passed through Bilson while bowing their heads in a sign of respect to the appointed company leadership without a deal.


"Jiang!" bilson replied flatly.


Suddenly a row of hers approached her and said that she was waiting in the meeting room.


"good. I'll be there soon. Please provide my file!" bilson told the secretary.


"Okay, sir." replied the secretary and ran into Bilson's room.


While at the Sejora stall located on the side of the road, Aletha and baby Eril were sitting back and enjoying a drink that cooled the throat.


They recover after the war with the time to trick Bilson while fearing that Bilson will find them here.


"Drink a lot baby!" aletha persuaded Eril.


"After this we will find a safe place." - Aletha.


Be patient, baby. Mama will fight desperately for you to be happy. I'm not gonna let that guy hurt you. And I'm not gonna let him take you away from me. No, I'll never agree. Inner Aletha.