Widow Killer Rises
Chapters 16. Pricked

“Give me your bags and all your jewelry! Now!!”

The three of them came back to me, I was trying to get up a little staggered, my neck felt a little pain hit by the bag strap that was pulled earlier,

“Tolooong!”

I shouted again using a much louder voice, and strangely again I felt for some reason this sound as if drowning in the crowd the sound of the roar of the car, Or maybe my screams just receive immediately Inside my throat a. This self feels so very scared especially my partner scan if the distance I own position with the building lobby is still quite far, and the road is a bit uphill, it makes this leg feel difficult to run for help.

“Bush him, before anyone hears his voice! Let's hunt us into action right now, it's a very important nation and the innate must also be at expensive!” shouted one of the conspirators of those who as I suspected must have been this self was the target when I came out of the office earlier to the restaurant.

It was quite clear I could hear one of them saying to take what they wanted. With a body that trembled in fear, I forced these legs to run faster but they managed to pull my clothes and soon after I felt something firmly stuck into this part of the stomach.

Blessings!

Feel the pain immeasurably immediately greet the part that had just been hit by a sharp object that managed to penetrate my slender stomach right after just filled with food. For a moment I was silent and fixated Because the man's hand was still holding a sharp object with a tip so pointed that without guilt the man pulled it again.

Seet!

It was able to make the people who were on the deckiar turn their heads towards me, I could still feel the knife being pulled by force after being stuck inside, I could still feel it, and with a hazy look I saw them running away by taking the bag and also forcefully pulling the golden bracelet that was in my hand. I tried not to collapse but it seemed like I was getting weaker. Better I could still see so many people running towards me, but I don't know any of those people who have turned like a pseudo-shadow with voices that are already obscure in these ears.

“Call ambulance, fast!” the orders of a man that only I can vaguely see.

A burly hand caught my body that was about to touch the ground, before the father ordered someone to call the ambulance that was holding my body, but it seemed that he himself felt a little overwhelmed.

At the right time my body is getting weaker is saved by someone with sturdy hands and very familiar in memory even though these lips are not strong enough to just say thank you.

“Please take it to my car only, Sir, I know this woman very well!” that was the last sentence I could hear clearly before I could no longer open my eyes just to see who was helping me.

My eyes have really felt so heavy like a rock so big that it makes me not able to at all even if just blink for a moment, my patience almost completely lost, but I tried my hardest by dhikr in my heart to stay conscious.

This body felt so light, somewhere I was taken, the sound I could catch also began to faint, I strengthened my memory to God. My body is getting colder, now my head is like being hit by a stone, but I can still feel this body has moved to a place that is pushed, yes maybe I have reached the hospital.

The more I could not hear what they were talking about, the less my patience seemed, I resigned, I was ready to face the creator. Maybe this is how God calls me to come back home.