The Struggle of Women
Episode 14
The five-year-old boy crumpled in his chair. Justifying an unsettled sitting position with a hand holding a mobile phone and sticking it to his ear, he turned several times to his back, staring at the rows of cars driving behind those chasing each other.
He was in a car driven by one of his family's trusted drivers. Picked her home from kindergarten where she spent some time. “But really, Dad.. They're following my car! It's a danger, I have to call the police and arrest them right now. Kei won't be kidnapped again!” yelled the five-year-old.
For the size of children his age, the way Kei— talks can be said not to be heard and impressed by children, but obviously it happens because of the environment he lives in as if demanding him to behave so.
“Keita, don't overdo it! No one wants to kidnap you. The cars behind it are just ordinary cars that have their own interests and affairs. Just like Mr. Imran who is currently driving to take you home.”
“But, Yah—”
“Dad doesn't want to hear your bullshit anymore, it's time for Dad to work. Don't bother Dad with silly things just to get Dad's attention, okay? You're fine, Kei. Now loudspeaker your phone, let Mr. Imran can hear you talk.”
The grunts from those tiny lips were not heard, as the boy did indeed do so without a sound. Even so he still did what the father ordered, installing a speaker mode on the phone in his hand so that Mr. Imran can hear what his father said.
The phone closed once the father finished giving him a message to be careful on the road and do not forget to have lunch. He was admonished with the warning that he should not cause trouble as long as his father was not around. The boy was just pouting, breeding despite his reluctance.
“Dad will visit you after Dad's business is done later. Daddy loves you.” The speech was still ringing in his ear even though the phone connection had been closed five minutes ago.
Keita rests his head on the windshield, no longer interested in the cars chasing behind them. Just as his father had expected, the boy was indeed seeking attention, and that was also what his driver had read since the young master connected his phone to the great master.
“Aden want to stop by something first? Or would Mr Imran order a Aunt at home to make food that Aden likes?” bargain Mr. Imran glanced at his big boss' son from the rearview mirror. Getting his young master to frown like it was not something pleasant to look at. Although the line connecting the two was only a task and a job, the old man could not see the boy who was always with him was sad because the mission of calling for the attention of the father failed. Keita is definitely not a brat, he just lacks attention.
“Den Kei?” the driver's voice again, trying to catch his attention.
“I don't want anything, want to go home.”
And Mr. Imran could only take a deep breath, smiling sadly glancing at his rearview mirror once more, making sure his young master was fine back there. “Good, Den.” Close Mr. Imran ended the conversation during the afternoon trip.
While elsewhere, where the father had just ended his beloved son's call, it was there that Liam was. Staring at the phone with the portrait wallpaper of the son who had been unaccounted for more than a week, rubbing it slowly with a thin smile engraved on the corner of the lips.
Liam put his phone on the table he passed by as he entered further into the room where he stopped at one of his family's hotels. The man had just attended a meeting, and met so many women that they had to shake hands and they made Liam feel he had to clean up as soon as possible. It felt fretful, as his mind was filled with traces of those women's touch on his body.
“A-what did we just see?” ask Mr. Amar to his colleagues and Elma who are also still stuck in front of a screen that displays CCTV footage in real time.
“Pak Amar, come with me! And another father please call the police because this is already in the kidnapping case category!” said Elma then pulled Mr. Amar to stand from his position.
Along with some other security officers, Elma rushed to the room that two suspicious guests were visiting no, they were definitely not guests, guests will not enter through the cargo lift in such an unnatural manner.
Arriving in front of the room they were headed, President Suit 2012, Elma issued a card that she had previously taken in the reservation. The woman unhesitatingly opened it, with the others entering the most luxurious room available in the hotel.
The first thing that greeted them was silence. The room looks too quiet for the size of the room that has been inhabited by two people earlier. But Elma did not want to be fooled, because the kidnapping is clearly one of the cases that must have been taken into account by the perpetrator, then this situation is clearly also part of his plan.
They entered the room deeper, scouring every corner of the room to find things that might show evidence of the criminal acts they witnessed, however after this they would definitely be eyewitnesses, so it's good to prepare everything.
Elma's steps came to a halt as they entered the room that was the main part of the luxurious room, where there is a big and luxurious bed that has been filled by someone—that woman dressed as a nurse that Elma saw earlier!
“Pak Amar!” point Elma at the figure lying on the bed, for a glance the figure may not be visible, because both the bedcover and the clothes worn by the woman are both white to disguise the view. Elma had just noticed it while walking closer to the bed she was referring to.
How many of them approached the bed. Examine the woman who was apparently awake and release the duct tape covering the woman's mouth, and the rope that tied her hands.
“You guys anything at all? Why are you here?” exclaimed the woman bluffing unexpectedly. Not acting like a kidnapped person.
Not yet had Elma and the other security personnel digested the situation they had received from the nurse, another commotion came from the direction of the entrance, and, seen some people in uniform approached them with firm steps and sharp facial features—that the police officer who had asked Elma to come.
The new Elma would explain the situation, when all the eyes that were there were again taken over by a figure present from another direction. A male figure emerged from the hallway leading to the bathroom, and the man's state made Elma reflexively turn her gaze away from the object that was now the target of all eyes.
Wh why? Because the man casually stepped up using only a towel that covered the lower part of his body.
“What the fuck? Why did you guys get into this room at will?” exclaimed the man with a furrowed forehead and a sharp gaze that he threw in all directions.
📽To be continue🎞