The Revenge of Impotent CEO
Chapter 39

"There is no signal at all" complained Ziva putting his phone back in the suitcase.

"Three kilometers with a time of forty minutes, I need to walk at a speed of 1 m/s to arrive on time. Come on Ziva, you have to be enthusiastic, walking quickly is your skill," Ziva asserted encouraging himself.

Ziva took off his heels and put them in a suitcase. Roll up the end of her dress and hold it with her left hand, while her right hand pulls her shabby suitcase. After everything was done, Ziva started to walk straight ahead as Lolan said.

Fifteen minutes later, Ziva felt that his throat was very dry. Ziva began to worry because lack of fluids can make his kidney disease recur. In the darkness with the moonlight, Ziva rested by the roadside.

His worries actually occurred, as the pain in his stomach started to feel. Ziva could only suppress it strongly hoping that the pain would lessen.

"Oh my God, why is this sick?" ringis Ziva with clear circles that escaped from both corners of his eyes.

Not long after, Ziva looked up by narrowing his eyes when the beam of floodlights of a luxury car right pointed at him. Behind the pain, Ziva is also frightened because he thinks the car is a car owned by criminals.

Ziva tried to stand with difficulty, Ziva wanted to run as hard as possible to stay away because he did not want to be a victim of legalization let alone rapist*saan.

"Aw!" Shouted Ziva in pain after falling on the asphalt of the road because he accidentally stepped on the end of his dress. Now, it was not only the pain in his stomach that he had to endure, but also the blisters on his knees that were sore unbearable.

"Dear Ziva!" The voice that Ziva recognized. Ziva who was still on the asphalt immediately turned his head, and how surprised he was when he saw Mommy Nata running towards him.

"Good God! Come on baby Mommy help you stand up" said Mommy Nata helping Ziva to stand up.

"Mommy," Ziva called directly into Mommy Nata's arms. Ziva was crying in that warm embrace.

"Look, honey, there's Mommy here. Nothing will happen to you" persuaded Mommy Nata to return Ziva's tight embrace while stroking Ziva's shoulder to stop trembling in fear. When she was calm, Ziva loosened his arms.

"Drink first, son," said Daddy Jackson holding out a bottle of mineral water that he had opened the lid.

Unable to answer, Ziva who was thirsty, immediately sipped the mineral water until it was gone. After Ziva finished drinking, Daddy Jackson lifted Ziva's weak body and he took it into the car. Mommy Nata sat in the back seat and applied the medicine to Ziva's wound, then covered it with plaster.

"Is your stomach hurt too, honey?" mommy Nata asked worriedly when she saw Ziva still grimacing in pain while hugging her stomach with one hand.

"Jeez, Mommy doesn't bring food. Honey, increase the speed, we must quickly arrive at the Mansion," urged Mommy Nata in panic.

"Mommy, I'm fine. I can still hold it."

"No Honey. Your stomach hurts, it's not good" said Mommy Nata remained panicked.

"Remove this warm oil first, baby," Daddy Jackson said.

"How, Honey? What's mendingan?"

"Yes, Mommy. The warmth is soothing," replied Nata again lying. He still felt pain in his stomach area.

"Thank God, this is because of that damn impotent guy! Just look at Mommy's gonna get back at him, how dare he leave you alone on this jungle road!" snapped Mommy Nata growled.

"No need, Mommy. I'm fine, "prevent Ziva.

"Well from where, baby? You're scared, hurt, starving to a stomachache. Mommy will make a calculation with the cruel impotent man" said Mommy Nata growled. Ziva prefers to be quiet, busy enjoying the pain that never goes away from it.

Five minutes later, Daddy Jackson's luxury car pulled up in a two-story mansion, looking small but very luxurious and classy.

Getting out of the car, Mommy Nata ransacked Ziva towards the main door. Daddy Jackson pushed the doorbell a few times.

"You're five minutes late and you have to—"

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