He's In My House
Conscious

While walking into the house, Novi immediately took his cell phone and tried to contact Juna. But unfortunately, this time Juna's phone is very difficult to contact.

"Horeee, get another delivery ma. This is all from Juna ma?." welcome Malika happily, Novi just nodded slowly.

"Keep papa when dong ma, send us this way. Papa also udaaa really not here ma" said he began to weak and mecca in front of Novi.

While taking a deep breath, gently Novi gave an explanation that was easily accepted by Malika.

"Well, are you busy looking for money baby, for whom to try?. Make Malika, right. Later if papa is not busy must come here to meet Malika."

Novi was forced to continue lying to Malika, he did not want if his innocent face was to be implied with deep sadness to withstand longing for his papa.

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At 3 pm, Juna who was regaining consciousness from his coma tried to recover his condition. His eyes seemed to be looking for someone there, but he could not find them. The voice of a woman who led him to a small light and light has led him back to his senses.

"Ma, mana ..." her voice was cut off by Sinta's mama's speech.

"Partner!" called annoyed.

Juna then remembered with his wife, he was very worried about the situation of the woman after the incident that happened to him.

"Where is he ma, how is he now?".

"In prison" said Mama Sinta firmly.

He was surprised when he heard the explanation of Mama Sinta very clear.

"Why is he in jail!" Juna was seen protesting to his mother.

"Obviously he should go to jail!, doesn't he make you look like this, right?" show mom to Juna.

Slowly, Juna tried to remember all the bad events at that time. Every memory and shadow of that event again rotated within his brain slowly and surely.

"No ma, this is all a misunderstanding. Juna there just wanted to save Citra's life, she wanted to kill herself ma!" juna assured mama Sinta.

"Mama said enough Juna!. Mama doesn't want any more debate between us. What you've decided is round and inviolable."

Hearing Mama Sinta's explanation, he was forced to prefer to give up this time. With circumstances that are not possible like this, how can he approach Citra in prison. Juna could only wait until his condition recovered.

While in a cell that is so seedy, Citra who has been languishing there for 3 days can no longer bear to see her condition.

"For what sake, I should be languishing here with them this time!" citra Gerrutu.

While the three cellmates were sleeping soundly on a thin mat and stretched out simultaneously there.

Teng ... teng .. teng ...

This time a police guard woke up all the cell residents to eat immediately, and it was seen that some officers distributed food that had been prepared in a special box for them.

"Let's eat!" assertively an officer while half throwing the feeding box.

The image that was not received by the officer's treatment quickly he mocked the officer back with a cursing tone.

"Polite dong!, can not be kind to give this disgusting food !!!" scream in the cell.

But the guard did not pique his anger this time, and continued walking to distribute food.

"Hahahaha" Citra's behavior this time invites the laughter of her cellmates.

"Something's funny!, what are you laughing at!"

"Sst, stop all. Don't anyone dare laugh again to this one mistress !" wati said to his other friends.

The image grew even more upset this time, throughout his life no one dared to play himself like this. Let alone in humiliation or in ridicule, he used to be very flattered by his existence.

"I said stop!, if not .." said Citra who was holding a fork in her hand while pointing at them all with her devil face.

"What hah, what ...!!!. Here if you dare." challenge another cellmate, as if ready to welcome snapping Image he also stared cynically beautiful face Citra.

"Sucker!, don't you dare to be like me!"

With confidence and a little trembling, Citra also stepped her feet in front of the woman. While his hand was still holding a fork, this time he deliberately brought it to be a shield for him.

"Aaaaakh, aaaakkkkh" their voices interlocking in the cell during a commotion.

Kbonghaang ...

Rice ration Citra also became the target of the theme's tantrum, his face was injured due to scratches fork owned Citra felt sore because it bleed. He who is often called Sely by his cellmate, went berserk and hit Citra's head with the rice box.

This time mercilessly, he repeatedly stabbed hard at the face of the haughty woman. Although Citra whimpered in pain due to his actions, he continued his punch until he rubbed Citra.

"Cell, stop! stop me saying!!!" pull Wati who tried to pull Sely's body is very bright there.

Uhuukks

The image looks so bad this time, he who looks so brave to challenge Sely at the beginning is now just curled up in pain. Not yet healed wounds on his body yesterday the day after tomorrow, now must be added to the wounds and several bruises throughout his face.

"You!, wait for my vengeance later !!" the voice of Citra who again challenged Sely amid the moans of pain.

Saly, who was again provoked by Citra's speech there, again stopped her footsteps by her friends.

"Based on a fucking lady!, cih!!!" the body that was very thick among the three of them came forward before the face of Citra. He also spat on Citra's face there.

"Damn it!!!" maki Citra while rubbing her face that looks a little wet due to Grista's spit.

This time she is a female inmate who must be willing to get entangled in a legal case because of her husband. She who was always wasted by her husband all her life, could finish the man's life violently. Her name is Grista, she is willing to burn her husband alive to vent all revenge against him.

"Never play with fire with me street woman*!" gertak Grista is even more aggressive because calling Citra by street call*.

The image that lay on the floor, still looks to gather all his energy. This time he looked so limp and powerless to avenge any of his anger on them. He who is well aware of his condition, can only continue to grimace in pain.

Her face that looked beautiful and white, this time was filled with a number of bruises and blood on several points of her face. Her hair, which is used to fragrant with perfume shampoos and treatments every month, must now be willing to look tangled unkempt. Only a small black ribbon, which was seen tying his hair.

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