The Ruler's Widower
Gathering

Filio's body was brought by two police officers to get out of the room. Filio did not have the courage to look at Sahira in the slightest.

Sahira wiped away her tears, all her hopes were already shattered. He had to let Filio go to jail.

Filio was taken to the central prison, where criminals from various cities gathered. Filio got off the bus, everyone in the sports field looking at the prisoners who had just got off the bus.

Filio gets a holding cell that joins five other prisoners. He brought a box containing his needs.

Everyone in the cell stared at Filio. Filio lowered his head and walked towards the corner to store his belongings.

Filio felt alone even though this time he was inside the cell not alone. His mind kept spinning displaying Sahira's sad face. He was very sorry to have to part with Sahira.

The police opened every cell door. “Time for lunch!”

Filio followed the crowd, it was his first day and he had not known the ins and outs of the prisoners.

Everyone lined up neatly waiting for their turn to take their lunch rations.

When it was his turn, Filio took the plate and waited for the officers to fill his meal.

Filio's plate was filled to the brim now he looked at the people sitting down and enjoying their meal. There was one empty seat, Filio was sitting, the people who were sitting at the table looked towards Filio and resumed eating.

Filio stared at his lunch, rice that looked louder than usual. Moreover, the appearance of the side dish is not beautiful, like stale food. Filio tried to taste, it felt very bland. Filio couldn't eat, just looking at it made Filio disgusted. That afternoon Filio only ate a few pieces of fruit, it was too ripe and not fresh.

After the lunch is over. They were gathered in the field and divided into groups. The Filio group gets the task of cleaning the sewer. They were directed towards the hallway below the ground, when entering the hall the pungent smell was very obvious. Filio who was not used to the smell felt nauseous until the food in his stomach came out all.

Filio covered his nose, so that the smell would not sting too much. Filio could not help his nausea, he vomited a second time.

The guarding officer looked at Filio with his angry face. “Weak!”

Filio was forced to help, not even counting how many times he vomited.

At night Filio's body was very weak, even dinner there was no menu that he could eat. The shadow of the dirty liquid he cleaned haunted him, making Filio unable to swallow any food.

In the morning all the prisoners were gathered in the sports field to participate in the morning sports event. Filio was not eager to follow the gymnastics guide. He just moved slowly following directions, and was more silent than moving.

While some people enjoy their morning exercise with a big smile.

After the morning gymnastics event, now they are called to breakfast. Filio was in line, hoping that this morning's menu could be eaten. His stomach was starving. An officer in uniform interrupts the line. “What Filio Havelaar is here?”

Filio out of line. “I.”

The man turned around and looked at Filio. “Cute me.”

Filio followed the officer's steps. They walked through several aisles until finally met with a dead end that contained a large enough door.

The officer opened the door and let Filio in. Filio researched the room is quite spacious, there is a pool table, sofa relax and pantry.

Filio walked slowly, from where he saw the man wearing a tuxedo sticking his phone to his ear. The man apparently ended his phone and put his phone in his pocket.

Filio was quite surprised as the man turned around, Gilbert Abhivandya.

“Hi Filio.” Gilbert sat down on the sofa, took the ice and pinned it down and put it in a glass.

Filio's bead noticed Gilbert's hand pouring wine into the glass.

Filio looked at Gilbert as the man thrust out a glass of wine. “I don't drink.”

“Ayolah Filio, one time only.”

Filio received the glass, but he did not drink it.

Gilbert drank his wine, and put his glass back on the table, causing a clinking sound of glass.

“We haven't seen each other in a long time,” Gilbert said. The man took the paper bag and kept it in front of Filio.

“That's a gift for you.”

Filio was not interested in the parcel Gilbert gave him.

Gilbert refilled his empty glass. Gilbert's hand lifted the glass into the air, “To commemorate the day of my sister's death.”

Gilbert's lips smiled, looking at the clothes Filio was wearing. “I'm glad to see you wearing that shirt, it fits. It's just that there's a woman waiting for you at home.”

Filio did not reply much to Gilbert's remarks, he was lazy to deal with the Abhivandya family. Especially what Filio heard they got into the illegal business.

“You are too low Filio, he is not classy. It's just that his face is so innocent.”

“Do not disturb my wife.”

“Do not disturb my wife.”

“Just relax, even I will take you to see your wife.”

Filio was still sitting in his place as Gilbert stood up. “Come Filio road, don't forget my gift.”

Filio picked up the paper bag, walking in Gilbert's quiet steps.

Two officers accompanied Gilbert, even opening the gate for Gilbert. Filio was quite surprised to see everyone obediently even bowing respectfully to Gilbert.

Gilbert took Filio to his private car. Gilbert sat at the wheel, while Filio sat beside Gilbert.

Gilbert casually took his car out of the main gate of the prison. Filio still wears a prisoner's shirt.

Not a word came out of Gilbert's mouth.

Gilbert marginalized his car in front of the gate of Filio's house. “See you later, I'm glad to see you wearing a prisoner's suit. Next time, if I come here I'll greet you again.” Gilbert waved his hand.

Gilbert's car drove away, while Filio stood looking at his departure in question. Filio opened the parcel from Gilbert. It contained a velvet box, Filio opened it. He was quite surprised when he saw the contents of a thumb that was preserved. His mind drifted on Sahira, but he re-examined. The thumb does not look like a woman's, as it is about the size of Filio's thumb. Filio will find out who owns the finger.

Filio went into his courtyard, the security guard bowed respectfully to Filio.

Filio walked in hasty steps towards the house. He opened the front door that was not locked. Filio immediately walked towards their room.

Filio pressed the bedroom door knob. Her lips smiled as she saw Sahira sitting at the dresser with her wet hair. Filio hugged Sahira's body from behind. He misses his wife very much.

“You ran from custody?”

Filio shook his head, he sipped the scent of Sahira's extremely fragrant hair.

“Then why you can go home.” Sahira is a little bit concerned with Filio's treatment. She let go of Filio's embrace and looked at her husband.

“Reclassic. Ah I miss you so much.” Filio takes Sahira's body to bed.

Sahira looked at her husband's pale-looking face. “It looks like you don't feel at home living there. Even your stomach sounds.”

“I am not at home, there the food is disgusting.” Filio began to smell the recesses of Sahira's neck.

“Then let me cook food first.”

“Eat it later, at this time I just want to eat you.” Filio grabbed Sahira's lips.

Sahira who missed Filio so much returned the kiss to Filio, even his hands unbuttoned the prisoner's shirt that Filio was wearing.

_-TAMAT-_

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