Wives Boros! The Unwanted Son-in-law
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Via kept calling the number over and over again, he wanted to ascertain whether the phone was already in Rahman's hands or in someone else's hands. Of course, Via did not expect that the phone was currently in Jubaidah's hands and in an empty warehouse.

Jubaidah is at war with his heart. If he complies with the current circumstances and situation, he is eager to pick up the phone from Via and ask his daughter-in-law for help. But when Jubaidah's emotions and spiteful heart whispered in his ear, Jubaidah undoes the intention and decides not to ask Via for help. He thought that Via would not help him and would instead torture him more than the current situation.

"What should I do!" muttered Jubaidah while continuing to squeeze his chest that felt pain.

Since his call had not been lifted, Via decided to ignore it and would ask Rahman. Jubaidah is increasingly missing the opportunity to be free from the place.

"Babeekkhhh...." Rohmah shouted back. I don't know what happened to the woman because Jubaidah couldn't confirm it. His legs were too heavy to walk, but they were just a distance away in a different room.

"Rohma!" shout Jubaidah. But the screams sounded more like groans.

The door and the key were opened. Jubaidah immediately pretended to close his eyes and hid Rahman's cell phone. There was a knocking sound of shoes clashing on the floor that sounded loud in an empty room like this, making Jubaidah more goosebumps. He was afraid that it would be someone who would do him bad.

The sound of the knocking of the shoes stopped right in front of him, and Jubaidah could feel the presence of someone there even without seeing it as he was still pretending to be asleep.

This time the sound of a light switch was heard and immediately the room became bright. Jubaidah also heard other noises, including the sound of someone opening a package inside the plastic. But Jubaidah still did not dare to open his eyes because he had not heard a human voice there.

"Wakeup! Don't pretend to sleep like this, it's noon time for you to eat" Rahman said in a soft but creepy voice in Jubaidah's ear.

Afraid that his behavior would make Rahman angry, Jubaidah slowly opened his eyes and he dared to look at his son who was standing towering in front of him who was still lying on the dirty and dusty floor.

"Roman!" call Jubaidah but with a trembling voice.

"Go back to your place and sit down properly, and eat this," Rahman said as he thrust a bowl of porridge before Jubaidah.

Seeing Rahman's terrifying aura like that of a hunter, Jubaidah dared not say anything other than trying to drag his body back towards the carpet.

"You're melting once, where was your strength!" irked Rahman who saw Jubaidah very long just to get to the carpet when the distance is only a few steps away.

Hearing those hurtful words, Jubaidah shed tears.

Rahman laughed at the words.

"Mother, why am I taking you to the hospital while your son is taking very good care of you. Mother look! I came here to bring Mom's favorite chicken porridge and after that I'll give the medicine to Mom" Rahman said with a flat face, but adorned with a terrible smile.

Rahman really became a cruel man. He is like a psychopath who has no compassion and plays with someone with the fear that his victims have.

"It's true people say, never hurt someone! Because if the person's heart is already injured and broken, he can cosplay himself into anything including being like a monster or psychopath who of course harms yourself," Jubaidah thought in his heart.

"Rahman! This is Mom son. This is the mother who took care of you from childhood, raised you with affection and care. Why would you do this to Mom! Are you kidding me! If that is it, please end Rahman. I'm not strong Mother's chest is so sick and all of Mom's body is crumpled, and over there, in the room there is your sister Rohmah, please let go of Rohmah, bring Rohmah back home," pinta Jubaidah is still unaware of Rahman's hatred for her.

"Why do you talk so much! It's better for you to spend this porridge so that you get healthy again, and for Madam Rohmah, I don't worry. Of course I will also pay attention to my dear brother. I have prepared his favorite meal" Rahman said, showing him a transparent plastic bag containing boxed food that he had prepared specifically for Rohmah.

With great difficulty, Jubaidah had already returned to the carpet and sat there. He grabbed the bowl of porridge that Rahman gave him and ate it slowly. As Jubaidah enjoyed his lunch, Rahman passed to the room where Rohmah was.

And it turned out, Rahman took Rohmah out of there and brought him before Jubaidah. With teary eyes, Jubaidah looked at his eldest daughter. Rohmah is getting messy. Even he had already completely lost his sanity perfectly. Even Jubaidah did not recognize Rohmah. I don't know what Rahman did to his brother so Rohmah got worse.

"Rahman, why is your brother getting worse like this? Wasn't he in the Mental Hospital? He should have healed, right, Rahman?" jubaidah said with eyes that had shed tears because he could not bear to see the condition of his daughter.

"As Mother said, Ma'am Rohmah will only be healed if she undergoes ritual treatment as Mother and shaman want to do!" sahut Rahman was relaxed. Then he pulled a bench and sat Rohmah there. He opened a plastic bag containing rice boxes and gave it to Rohmah. "Eat, Ma'am! Is not Ma'am Rohmah very pleased with my food!"

The perfect Rohmah lost his mind in a hurry to eat the food like a child learning to eat, with rice splattered everywhere. "Look, Mom! My brother is so passionate! From the past until now, she was indeed very passionate about what I gave her!" said Rahman who smiled widely, as if satisfied with a scene like this.

Rahman thrust a bottle of mineral water, and like a man who had not drunk for decades, Rohmah grabbed it and drank it brutally. Rahman smiled more and more happily, it was like seeing the spectacle that he liked the most on this earth.

Meanwhile, Jubaidah grew more tearful and wept in his heart. Without being able to do anything, because of his weakness.

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