The Neglected Pearl
Part 134 run away from home
Septi who heard Nurul's screams from the garden behind the house, immediately ran over, to call his master Handoko.
“Master, sir, I heard a non Nurul voice screaming for help, from his room.”
“What! Non Nurul screams in her room?”
“Iya, sir.”
Hearing the report from Septi's maid, Handoko and her security guard immediately ran towards her son Riza's room.
“Please! help u! me! jerit Nurul with a loud voice.
“Aduh, Riza's disease relapsed again Din, let's help Nurul.”
“Good sir,” answered Nurdin while banging on the door of Riza's room from outside.
“Open the door, son,” Handoko told Riza.
“What the hell is Pa! I was just playing around with Nurul!”
“No Pa, he wants to kill me!” jerit Nurul with a loud voice.
“Bad, you complain huh!" the plaque! the plaque!
two slaps landed on Nurul's cheek.
“Aww! Fucking pain!”
“Shut! silence!” riza snapped with a strong voice.
“Come boy, Papa is also playing with you dear, please open the door!”
exclaimed Handoko while hoping that Riza would open the door for her.
“Wait a minute Pa, let me open the door for Papa.”
As if nothing had happened, Riza calmly opened the door for her Papa, but to her surprise, at the sight of so much blood dripping in her room, while the little baby continued to cry in Nurul's arms.
When the door was opened, Nurul ran out of the house, he ran all the way, so Riza and Handoko had trouble meeting him.
In such a quiet place, Nurul breastfed her unclothed baby, in a house located on the side of the road, Nurul humpang rested on its owner.
“Where are you from duk?”
“I'm from Mr. Handoko's house, Bu.”
“Pak Handoko the entrepreneur?”
“Iya, I know her?”
“Yes, but I'm not close to her, just know her.”
“Mother herself lives in this house?”
“Yes, son,” replied the old woman while looking at the blood flowing from the hands of Nurul.”
“What's with your hand?”
“The fuck bit my hand, Bu.”
“Whose way?”
“That rich son of Mr. Handoko.”
“Why can your hand be bitten?”
“I'm his wife Bu.”
“Yes Allah! you married that crazy guy?”
“What mother mean?”
“Pak Handoko's son has long been nervous disturbed, he has also killed his own biological mother, and mutilated to become several parts.”
“But why has he behaved like a healthy person all this time?”
“That, because Mr. Handoko injects the drug every day into his son's body.”
“Mother know where?”
“Sorry, actually this Mom is their former maid son, but after Riza killed her mother and mutilated her, Mom came out of that house, Mom saw for herself, she drank her blood.
“Hiii, I got goosebumps hearing it Mom, but why isn't her son in jail?”
“Udah, Riza has been in the law and in rehab, he is not only mentally ill, but he is a psychopath boy, during his time in prison, he also tortured some criminal nara, he is also, and put in the bathtub.”
“Thank God I can run away from there, oh God, I will not go to that house again,” Nurul said while crying sadly.
“For a while, stay here, because Riza must be looking for you until home.”
“Whose mother lives with?”
“Mother just lives alone,” replied the woman.
“How many years have you been married to Mr. Handoko's son, son?”
“Udah over one year.”
“Udah over a year, have you never asked Mr. Handoko or his son, about his mother?”
“Earlier.”
“Lantas what is the answer?”
“Kata Riza, Mama died of a heart attack.”
“Where do you know Riza from, son?”
“He's a secretary in my office, Bu.”
“Was during your work, no information about their family?”
“No Ma'am, I never even asked anyone about Mr. Handoko's family, at first I refused this matchmaking, because I knew Riza was always acting strangely in the office.”
“Then why did you accept him to be your husband?”
“I was forced Mom, I deliberately sacrificed myself, for the sake of the orphanage children, they were all starving, if Mr. Handoko did not want to be a donor.”
“So Mr. Handoko, want to be a donor, as long as you want to marry his crazy son!”
“Iya, Mum.”
“Astagfirullah, very cruel heart Mr. Handoko, he could do like that for the depraved lust of his crazy son.”
Hearing the mother's oath, Nurul could only remain silent, while shedding tears, Nurul continued to watch her little son who was sleeping soundly.
“Rest here, Mom will be out for a while.”
“Where are you going?”
“By the next door, you don't have to go out, later Riza can find you.”
“Good, Ma'am,” Nurul replied as she laid her body on the old woman's casual mattress.
Meanwhile, Ms. Rohana, went to the market to find a change of clothes, for Nurul and her little baby. After finishing shopping Ms. Rohana back home, when she arrived home, she saw Nurul with her son sleeping soundly.
Rohana slowly put the clothes she bought for the little baby, and wrapped the hand of Nurul who had been torn because of the bite marks of her husband.
“You'll be safe staying with Mom son, rather than going home, surely that crazy person is looking for you everywhere.”
After a nearly dark day, Rohana wakes Nurul from his sleep, the man has apparently prepared a dinner for Nurul.
“Mommy cooked a lot today huh?”
“No, Mom cooks just as usual.”
“Mother went to market earlier?”
“Yes, I bought your baby clothes, so he does not catch a cold.”
“Thank you, because Mom has done good to both of us.”
“sama-sama, let's eat!” take the old woman to Nurul.
Slowly, Nurul took the rice in front of him and distributed to Rohana's plate, after which, Nurul immediately ate his food quietly and slowly, not as important as Rohana heard the sound of Nurul's plate.
“What did you finish?”
“S2, Bu.”
“Means you're a rich kid huh?”
“Depending on the person looking at him Bu,” Nurul replied in a soft voice.
“Me mean?”
“We used to come from a scavenger family, my dad was just a traveling peanut-boiled peddler, while Mom was just a scavenger.”
“So, why can you go to such high school?”
“At first, there was a son of the office who sympathized with us, so he did not hesitate to donate money as he pleased, to our family, and we and our family were also called to the palace, at the invitation of the president.”
“Wait, wait, wait! If indeed your family has been called the president to the palace, then you are the son of Mang Ojo, peddler of boiled beans around it huh?”
“True Bu.”
“Oh, I'm proud to help you both, because I've known for a long time, your family's lunge, you rich people are generous, like to help people who are in trouble.”
Nurul just silently heard the flattery of Bu Rohana, for him the help of his family has not been how much.
“Ya already, spend the food nak.”
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