Waiting for a Girl
Part 44 ~Bringing It Go~
"Funny," muttered Ataar looking at the words tucked near the lunchbox. "Don't be me, I'm his son's unlucky carrier."
Ataar grabbed his phone for ringing. There's a message from his dad.
Ataar thought that his papa sent him a message to congratulate him, but his guess was wrong. He was told to come back to his work room.
Ataar sighed. He opened the drawer and swallowed a piece of medicine, then stood away from his room.
"Don't papa get out of town? Didn't you spend the night?" ask Ataar.
Ataar opened the doorknob of his papa's office. Ataar.
The altar standing from its seat was already holding a lash in his hand. He stared at Ataar, for some reason when he saw the boy he felt like he wanted to beat him up.
Plaque!
"Arkkk," cried Ataar crashing to the floor as the Altar struck his knee.
"Father is sick" Ataar complained to his father. His hands he crossed upwards.
The altar crouched, holding his son's cheek. Ataar looked at his papa with a face of pain.
Bruk!
The altar soaked the jaw of Ataar that on the lips of the teenager it was spitting out fresh blood.
Just this time his papa hit him in the face, usually only in the aera of the body so uminya not to ask.
The altar opened the shirt wrapped around Ataar's body. Now the man is not wearing a top.
"Ark." Ataar screamed again as his papa lashes drifted back.
The boy could only close his eyes. Every bite given felt so painful, not just a blow, the curse Ataar heard.
"Papa is sick" Andaar tried to hold his father's hand. "Ataar is tired, Ataar is not as strong as iron, reward. Ataar's body is fleshy not irony, it hurts," complained Ataar trying to resist. He doesn't want to be treated like this.
Brak!
The altar slammed Ataar's body so that his son coughed up a lot of blood.
The altar turned its head when it heard the sound of falling objects. The altar was shocked to see his wife standing in the doorway.
Aisha fell silent, seeing what she had just gotten. Aisha had been to the Altar room to bring the man a cup of coffee, but this was what she had witnessed.
Aisha's tears escaped falling from the corner of her eyes seeing her son asleep on the floor with fresh blood running down her cheeks and mouth. A body with many wounds.
Aisha ran towards her son. He put his son's head on his thigh.
"Umi, why did umi come here?" ask Ataar. "Gak papa umi. Don't cry, Ataar is fine. Umi can not cry, Ataar will not be strong if Umi cries. Don't cry umi." The man shook his head, wiping away his tears.
Aisha let go of Ataar and stood up. The woman thoughtlessly slapped her husband's cheek very hard.
The altar held her cheek that had just been slapped. The man just fell silent.
"What are you doing, brother?" aisha asked in an elevated voice. "It turns out this is how you treat it, what is this? You tortured her."
"He's a son of a bitch, Aisha!"
Plaque!
The slap back floated on the cheek of the Altar. "So your mouth, he's my son. I carried her for a month, I gave birth to her. He's Aisha's son, he's not a pesky child, '" cried Aisha.
"You're in a coma because of her Aisha. Because you gave birth to her, sister feels like losing you survived four years."
Aisha roughly held her husband's arm to look at Ataar.
"So don't you see, does this kid know he's guilty? Did you really accuse him of all this happening because of him?" ask Aisha. "Look, he's our son. He didn't understand the matter at all that time, he wasn't a pesky child carrier. It has all been God's destiny. Ais thinks sister's looking after our son very well, I guess when I'm in a coma. You love him, you don't want him to be born in the world? Not his wish."
"Maybe if he knew his life would be like this. This child will not receive birth in the world. I conceived her, I fought my life to give birth to her in the world, and you could torture her."
"So don't know what it's like to hear his heart beating. I didn't expect my husband to do something like this. I think he loves my daughter and son fairly, it turns out that some of them do not feel justice. If at first I knew you were like this, I would have gone to take my son away from you. If you continue with you, my son will not be in the hands of his own biological father."
Aisha brushed off the hand of the Altar holding her arm. She pulled her son's body out of the room.
The altar stared at his wife's departure. He ruffled his hair violently, he threw anything that could be thrown there.
Aisha told the driver to drive the two of them to the hospital. Mang ujang was surprised, but without asking, he hurriedly took his employer to the nearest hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, Aisha quickly told the doctor to take care of her child. Fortunately the doctor is Xaviel's mom, Gracel. So in a hurry the boy was quickly handled.
"Can I ask for help?" ask Aisha to the driver.
"Seek Neng Aisha please?" ask mang ujang.
"Please mang Ujang tell the aunt to take care of my clothes and Ataar clothes, then if it is done please bring it here, you also do not tell the Altar if I bring Ataar here. Mang had to hide away bring our suitcases here, lest he find out. If he asks me where, please just give me a careless answer," explained Aisha. "Sorry to trouble mang ujang, but this is for Ataar. I don't want my son to be like this anymore. You must know how to be a mother."
Mang ujang mangosteen. Without wondering, he hurriedly returned home. He then returned to the hospital, carrying two suitcases.
"Thank you," said Aisha.
"Where are you going?"
"We're going to Australia, please don't tell anyone, just tell anyone who knows and is aunt. If anyone else knew other than the two of you, it would mean that mang cepu, I would not consider mang again as my uncle if I told anyone," Aisha threatened.
Yujang immediately shook his head. "Not going to Neng."
After feeling Ataar was fine, Aisha immediately booked their flight to Australia as soon as possible so that the Altar could not find them. He decided all what was concerned about the cruel man. Even his phone he destroyed, so that no one could contact him and track him.