Mother Connect For My Son
Part 1's
...Humans are not created perfectly...
...But humans were created to perfect each other...
...Become a rib until you become a couple...
...Either just a world couple or until the next couple...
...Obviously, it always goes according to the line of circulation...
...Cannot be denied or avoided...
...Just like a meeting that is the beginning of a destiny...
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...Hijab is a must for Muslim women and has nothing to do with the attitude of hijab. You can curse me, but not with my hijab...
...~Elea...
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Plaque, five fingers imprint on the smooth cheeks of a woman. Elea Anindya Dilla, a beautiful woman in white, was silent when she received an unexpected attack from a man. The safety pin attached to her pashminis came off, the woman grimacing while holding her hijab.
“Basic girls are shameless! you thought I'd be fooled by that pompous face!” he pulled the little boy who had been with Elea.
“What is your body not working to the point of having to kidnap a child, relying on their innocence and then asking for bail!” closed again. Elea looked up, her bead met the cornea of the man's eye.
A twist of wind blew against Elea's skin, making a move on the cloth covering her head that was about to fall.
There was no pity or even regret on the face of the man in front of him after his mouth said a piercing word like an idol.
“What do you mean?” elea's voice shook with the water that seeped from her eyes until it fell on the tip of the ash-colored flatshoes that she wore to match the color of the hijab.
“Bunah!” call the little boy who tried to reach Elea but his movement was stifled. His little body was hidden behind the father's sturdy body. He peeked out from behind the feet that covered his gaze, observing Elea's face that was already wet with tears.
“How dare you tell my son to call you mother, who are you? women do not know themselves who take refuge behind the hijab. Cute, lo and hijab lo it equally disgusting!” her face was flushed with a hardened jaw, her handbooks were already bleached due to a hard fist.
“The hijab is a must for Muslim women and has nothing to do with the hijab attitude. You can curse me, but not with my hijab!”
Pain due to a physical slap is also coupled with an inner slap. The words of the man in front of him were capable of piercing the qalbu.
It was not her fault and not her clothes. Elea was only trying to close the aurat and carry out her duties as a Muslim.
“How dare you oppose me, HAH!” her voice rose 3 octaves to scream Elea's ears.He briefly stepped up and took one step back.
“Pih, the Bunah. Why was her seed snapped?” the little girl's monologue with sobs while shaking her father's legs. He wanted to go back to Elea but again his body was blocked by his father.
“That's not mommy, baby. Mother is already in heaven.”
The man was in a conspiracy to generalize his body with the child that Elea knew the child was named Cila. The interaction of the two is inseparable from Elea's view. Seen the father rubbed the head while occasionally peeling his son's forehead is very different from his attitude earlier to Elea.
Intentions do not want to disturb the moment of parents with children, “Wait, do not go! you think I'll let go of you so soon after you almost kidnapped my son.” He pulled the rough hand of Elea who was several steps away.
“Awww, pain!” elea's moans were ignored, the man was precisely brutally attractive until the hijab that Elea was wearing was detached from her head.
While Cila continues to whine following the steps of his father while asking to release the woman he called mother.
“My hijab!” Elea was about to turn around to pick up her hijab but the check in her arms was too strong when compared to her strength.
“I beg you, let me take my hijab!” Elea squeezed, but the man continued to drag her. Fortunately, their position was in the parking lot so not many people saw.
Elea was dragged through several parked cars.
Bugh, Elea's body was pushed into the car violently, until the skirt she was wearing was exposed to the thigh area. I haven't said yet, the car door was closed.
Elea just stared at the nanar from behind the door of the car that was locked, the man out there was seen fiddling with the mobile phone screen. Elea still clearly saw the strokes around her temple that were still hardened.
“What is this, Son?” asked the middle-aged woman after almost 10 minutes of Elea entering the car. Her position is outside but Elea can clearly capture the woman's words.
Elea no longer paid attention to their conversation. All he had in mind right now was how he had escaped from this situation. Explained also the actual incident must be the man will not believe it. Want to ask for help is also free with a cellphone that does not have power.
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Police, the flow in his body seems to stop. Cold heat, with sweat that began to wet mixed with tears that had not dried on the cheeks. His hands were trembling, even the esophagus seemed to be choking. Elea was pulled and forced out of the vehicle.
“We will follow up soon, but we still need strong evidence because the video recording that you sent us still can not make reference. For a while we will detain him, the sentence will be handed down until we find strong evidence.” said a police officer with the name Supriyanto.
Apparently before slapping Elea, the man had first recorded via cellphone, so it was clear how Elea was moving along with Cila. How the woman held tightly to Cila's hand as if she did not want to release the boy.
“Good, pa! give me news soon!”
“Come with me!”
“But I'm innocent, sir! I beg you not to take me.”
Elea turned for a moment to the man who had reported her with a pitiful look, but there was no compassion in the eyes of the man, he was reluctant to meet Elea.
“Bunah, hand pelgi!” Cila whines and rebels asking to be taken down from the sling that Elea thought was her grandmother.
“Pak I beg you, revoke the demands of father. I'm innocent, sir. I only help my father.”
Elea knelt down holding the man's leg while sobbing. He was still, with a flushed wrist, and his gaze looked up when a hand asked him to stand up.
Not the man, but a policeman who was holding his arm and started dragging into the police car in red and white.
“Bunah, hand stayin Cila!” the girl's screaming voice with sobs, she was still in her grandmother's arms. She asks Elea not to go.
But unfortunately, the body of the woman he called the mother continued to stay away so that it did not leave even though only a shadow.
“What's right, the woman was the kidnapper, Ar?” mama Nira, the mother of Ardhana Kavin, is commonly called Ardha. They went home and are now in the car.
“Mama has a feeling that she's a good girl. The proof Cila looks comfortable with him, never even mom saw Cila until crying like that.”
Mama Nira looks at her sleeping granddaughter in the lap of Mia, her baby sitter. At the time of the incident he was in the toilet, Mia cleaned up the equipment Cila left on the caffe table, while Ardha, the man was paying the cashier. Initially Cila with Ardha, but the figure of Elea has an attraction for Cila.
“Mama don't fall asleep equally outside, we don't know how it's inside. It could be a plot of criminals, kasian if left to take a lot of victims.”
“What we should hear first the explanation of the woman earlier.”
“It's clear that he's the kidnapper, Ma, from his stupor alone is too late and Ardha is sure of it.”
“But, Ar, we can't see just one side. What if the woman was a good person.”
“Ardha lazy debate Ma, tired!” ketus Ardha, he chose to focus on driving. Nira just breathed. Explained and told was free, he knew his only child was stubborn.
They had arrived at the elite residence with the second floor accompanied by a towering high gate, which was deliberately made for privacy.
House with European style, footing made of marble that is directly ordered from Thailand increasingly gives the impression of luxury.
There's a garage on the left side and a garden on the right side of the house. Not a garden like most that is full of flowers, the yard is actually full of children's play equipment with several gazebos for shelter.
“Let Cila today sleep with mom, you must be tired.” Ardha nodded, he really felt tired today.
After filming, he had to meet the demand of Cila who wanted to eat together outside as a gift because the boy had been able to tie his own shoelaces. And ending with a kidnapping.
Ardha stepped up to the top floor while Nira towards the guest room followed by Mia who was holding Cila.
Nira looked at Cila who had fallen asleep on the mattress, then rubbed his grandson's head slowly. Poor, because her grandson grew up without a mother's affection.
Many times Nira introduced Ardha with her friend's child but her son's response always upset her. There was not a single woman who interested him and always made excuses that Cila did not want a new mama.
It has been almost 15 minutes closed his eyes, but drowsiness never came. repeatedly Ardha took the most comfortable position, still the shadow of the woman was able to sweep all the contents of his mind. Coupled with the words of his mother, able to make Ardha worried.
What if the woman is a good person? A tired body can make him unable to think clearly and immediately conclude what he saw.
He should have realized the function of the ear. For what the senses create if only the eyes are given the opportunity.
Ardha suddenly took a sitting position and immediately looked for her phone. Cctv, how could he forget, caffe it must have cctv. He pressed his assistant's number to check the cctv in the caffe.