My Poor Secretary's
The Part 54
The police officer immediately took Alcie out of the temporary detention room. Carrying a helpless and bruised body to the clinic in the office area of the country's security agency.
“Do you only treat my wounds? The woman who beat me up, don't you punish harder?” alcie protests while holding a tissue to shrink the blood that continues to pour from his nose. And wait for the medics to treat the wound.
“You disturbed his comfort?” The police interrogated Alcie. He reached a poultice with the tattooed woman who beat up the medusa woman.
“No,” elak Alcie.
The policeman raised the corner of his lips. How could he believe the words of the medusa. “There is a quarrel if no one ignites,” he said.
“You don't believe me?” Alcie discards the original tissue that was once white is now all red.
The policeman breathed his breath. “Please adab and his manners! Take that tissue!” rebuke it firmly.
Alcie grunted in annoyance. After his face was finished smeared with ointment for bruises, he took out the trash he had thrown away and put it in its proper place. “Already! Come immediately take me to contact my relatives!” he asked with a proud tone.
The policeman did not respond, but his hand immediately led Alcie back into the office where the wireless phone was located.
And the two men are now sitting opposite.
“Please use your time to contact relatives.” The cop thrust a wireless phone towards Alcie.
“Where's my phone? I've got a poultice with my relative's number,” pinta Alcie. There's just a request.
“Who will you contact? Previous number?”
“Ya.”
“The number is listed.” The police gave a small book containing the numbers of relatives of temporary detainees who had been contacted.
The fingers with the cuttings that started peeling it pressed the number button. He wants to call Mommy Megan.
“Sial! The old woman actually went where I couldn't contact all this time,” Alcie grumbled. This is her sixth attempt to call Mommy Megan, but she's not connected.
“Your time is up, Miss,” scolds the cop about to pick up his phone.
“Nih! Take!” Alcie thrust the thing roughly. She's upset that Mommy Megan can't get in touch.
Meanwhile, in Danzel's apartment. The man was playing with Selena, Aldrich, and Gwen. The four of them looked extremely happy as they smeared the faces of the defeated Aldrich continuously.
“Already, Adrij does not want this toy anymore,” protest Aldrich whose face is full of sow powder.
“Aldrich bored, yes?” danzel asked as her hand swept across the face of Gwen's stepson, removing the thick powder.
Aldrich nodded. “You play another,” the door.
“How about we play stone, paper, scissors but different ones themselves get the kiss penalty?” Selena gave the idea excitedly.
“Mau, would. Adrij wants to be kissed.” Aldrich nodded his head, his face looking cute.
“Pengen kissed ya boy mama. Here.” Gwen lifted the tiny body for him to hold on to and landed a kiss on the face of her loving stepson.
Gwen does not distinguish her affection from Selena even though Aldrich is her husband's cheating son.
The little boy had no faults, nor could he choose to be born from whose womb and made by process or relationship in a good or bad way. So Gwen wants to save Aldrich's future which can still be helped from his cruelty and the selfishness of his biological parents.