Those Who Want My Body
Puncture Wound

After performing the congregational prayers, I was busy preparing breakfast for Anwar mas. While Mas Anwar is busy taking care of the evidence to make a report to the police.

"Hmmm..." Me and Anwar covered their mouths and noses with their hands at the same time.

"Snickness too?"

Mas Anwar nodded slowly without letting go of his hand.

"How is it mas, it seems like the smell of garlic makes us so nauseous this way."

"We have breakfast outside, Aish. How about breakfast Cianjur chicken porridge in front of the complex?"

"Boleh mas. The porridge there is quite good. Wait a minute, I'm wearing a veil first."

Cianjur chicken porridge is quite delicious, many residents of the complex come to buy it. There were even those who came from far away to buy this porridge. The queue is quite long, because Anwar and I came at a time when there were a lot of buyers.

"Two porridge bags." Mas Anwar ordered after getting a turn, while I sat waiting for Anwar to order.

"When are you wrapped or want to eat here?"

"Here you go, it just so happens to be a work holiday."

"Mother."

This chicken porridge portion is enough, not a little or too much.

"They're one in a pack." Sounds like someone ordered porridge to take home.

Before the porridge I ate was completely exhausted, the spoon I was holding dropped. That sound. The voice of the person ordering the porridge, I remember it clearly. Make the shadow back in my mind.

"What a coincidence. Looks like destiny brought us back together, sa-yang." Suddenly he sat beside me.

Mas Anwar who recognized her, spontaneously distanced me from her.

"Please don't bother my wife." At this time Anwar stood beside him who was sitting, blocking me who was behind him.

"Let's go home." Mas Anwar took me home without letting go of his embrace.

I don't know who started, now Anwar and he clutch each other's clothes. The people watching him threw questions at each other.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong with them?"

"Something should have broken them."

"Morning is already making a fuss."

Blah. Blah. Blah. The talk of every talk just popped out, without anyone knowing how to break up the fight. I'm trying to get Anwar to hold back his emotions.

But at that moment, I was pushed because of the man's hand. My body fell on the asphalt. Mas Anwar and the man ran up to me, helping me to stand up.

"Keep your filthy hands off my wife!" Anwar shouted out firmly.

"That's the security guard, please bring the man who's making a fuss at the compound." The porridge seller came along with two security guards at the compound.

"Well, is it okay?"

"It's okay kang, thank you very much."

At that time we all let our guard down, thinking he had been secured by two security guards. Mas Anwar was currently sitting on the asphalt, with his hands covered in blood coming from the stab wound on his waist. The man had a knife in his jacket pocket.

"Mas... Mas Anwar."

"It's okay." A faint smile was still visible on his face.

"Please help my husband." I ask for help from those around me.

I started crying because I was worried about Anwar. All this is like yesterday's threat. He doesn't mess with his threats.