"Ah ... whatever, they've both grown up, there's no need for me to interfere in their affairs," said Hilman as he put his cellphone back into his pants pocket. He then picked up the phone he had just found to find out who it belonged to.

His eyes immediately bulged when he saw that the wallpaper had Sarah's face wearing the syar'i clothes he had gifted her. "Sarah! How come the phone fell out?" he asked in surprise, about to put the phone back into his pants pocket.

But a whatsapp message pop up notification entered it, making the man curious because the name listed was BABI. "A pig sending a message? Can you?!" he chuckled, feeling funny about the name Sarah had pinned.

The man then read the message from the top of the notification, where it was written, "You've been picked up by Yatno, right, honey?"

Hilman's face immediately turned sour when he realized that it was his girlfriend who had sent the message. He even shook his head lightly as he said. "No wonder she refused! Wong already has a new husband!" he grumbled in annoyance as he put the phone back into his pants pocket so he could hand it over to the woman's mother.

The man then canceled walking towards the authorities' office, opting to return to the hospital to finish his work. Only then would he fulfill his promise to his beloved daughter, Marissa Clarissa.

***

Meanwhile, Sarah and Yatno had just arrived at the man's residence to pick up Satria who was heard crying loudly.

Sarah hurriedly got out of the car and ran to the wide open door of the house, then without permission grabbed her son who was left crying on the foam mattress on the floor by Yatno's wife who only stared flatly at Satria.

"Honey ... mama's boy," Sarah said as she weighed her son's affection. "Why did you let him cry?" she asked while staring fiercely at Risma who stared back at her flatly.

"Because your son doesn't want to drink formula! Even though I'm tired of making it, after buying it from a nearby stall! Eh, your child doesn't even want to drink! It's just annoying!" Risma grumbled as she held the bottle up for Sarah to see.

"Of course she doesn't want to! He's exclusively breastfed!" Sarah retorted fiercely as she began feeding her son without looking back at Risma. Not forgetting to cover that area with the hijab she wore so as not to be seen by others.

"Whatever," Risma replied indifferently. The woman then walked towards her husband who had just entered the house with various bags in both hands. "What are you carrying, Mas?" she asked curtly. Because she was still annoyed with Satria and Sarah.

"Bring food and clothes for you, dear.As a reward for taking good care of my employer's son," Yatno said, whispering in his wife's right ear. He was afraid that Sarah would hear him and thwart his efforts.

"That's right, remember your wife when you're happy, don't just remember when you're sad, when you're happy too!" grumbled Risma as she grabbed all the paper bags and carried them into the room, leaving her husband shaking his head at her behavior.

Not long after, he turned to Sarah and called out. "Come on, let's go back, ma'am! We have one transit to make before we get to London Airport," he said.

"Yes, I know!" Sarah replied curtly without turning around because she was busy fixing her appearance after she had just finished breastfeeding her son. By now, he was fast asleep due to his fullness.

"I'll wait in the car, ma'am!" Yatno shouted back, not minding his employer's bluntness. The man immediately turned around, but his wife's shrill voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Where are my snacks?" she asked. She walked quickly towards her husband, forcing him to turn around. "Where is it, Mas?" she demanded, holding up her right hand in front of him.

"I'll transfer it to your account. Now I don't have cash for you to travel and get treatment. So don't ask me this again, especially in front of my employer's wife, okay?" Yatno retorted irritably as he pulled his wife's left arm closer to his body to answer her question in a whispered voice in her ear.

"Yes, yes ... sorry!" said Risma relenting, rather than having to fight with her temperamental husband again. Then she ended up not getting any part of it.

"Watch out, if you do it again! I'll slap your face and break your teeth!" Yatno scolded.

"No, Yatno! Sorry, I promise I won't do that again!" pleaded Risma.

Yatno didn't answer, but rather rudely released the hold on her hand, causing her to jump slightly. The man immediately turned his body back around and walked outside where his employer's car was.

"It's a nightmare for me to marry you! Well ... even though you're really generous when you have money," Risma grumbled softly, afraid that her husband would overhear her words and get angry again. She immediately turned around, then walked back to her room to enjoy the food her husband had brought her.

Meanwhile, Sarah immediately intercepted her steps that were about to close the bedroom door by wedging her right foot between the door.

"Why again, ma'am?" asked Risma with a sour face because she was not happy that Sarah was obstructing her intention to continue eating.

"Can you please help me and Satria get out of here?" pleaded Sarah with a hopeful look on her face.

"Tsk! Madam, don't do this! I'll be made a corpse by my husband if I help you escape!" she grumbled back.

"Please! You are the only hope for me and Satria to survive your husband and his employer!" Sarah pleaded again.

"With me being the sacrifice, is that it?!" Risma asked back fiercely. She was about to close the door again, but Sarah's foot still tripped her, so the plywood door failed to close.

"Let's run away in three!" said Sarah, thinking her idea was brilliant. Her face even lit up with excitement.

"Heleh! How much can you give me if I help you escape?" she asked half mockingly, convinced that the woman in front of her didn't have much money. Although it was now apparent that Sarah was wearing expensive-looking syar'i clothes.

"I'll give you five million, cash! How?" asked Sarah again pleading.

"No!" rejected Risma, who now felt a little interested and confident that she could get more profit from Sarah.

"I'll add one million, so I'll give you six million in cash this second, as long as you help me and Satria get out of here!" Sarah urged.

"No way! The problem is that it's too little compared to the risk I have to accept, ma'am!" Risma refused again. "Especially if the three of us get caught. Don't you know, Madam, that Mas Yatno has a lot of men and all of them are thugs. I don't want to die silly if I help Madame escape with that kind of money!" she said while looking straight at Sarah.