Chapter 18: Where is my son?!

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(Y/n) Pov

Something amiss I can feel it, the chills in my spine even though its summer, my mind whispering me something but I couldn't pinpoint it. And it's makes me paranoid for some reason I am itching to go home.

"Bart let's go home." I said.

"Now? But it's too early and some of the berries and meat are needed too." He ask me in confusion.

"Just follow me will you? I have a gut feeling that something is not right." I said in slightly annoyed tone.

"Ok! Ok! Woman sheesh do you have a period?" He ask.

"Not all women who suddenly get angry means she is in her period you idiot, plus I bet even they don't have you, you would still manage to annoy them. "I said truthfully.

"Hey! Can you atleast don't be so brutally honest?! " He shouted.

"Its better than living a lie Bart." I counter back damn I truly have a silver tounge.

After our bickering we immediately go home. At first I thought I was paranoid because  I didn't saw Rasa and Ruma in the farm but I convince myself that one of them is out collecting some woods while the other one taking care of Santana. Unfortunately it only gotten worse because when I called Santana I didn't hear his answer and footsteps.

"Mother f*cker!" I cursed angrily.

"(Y/n) go and search outside while i search here." Bart said which is a follow without hesitation.

Minutes later I found someone but sadly its not my son but Ruma who was half awake and has a clothe in his mouth and ropes in his arms and feet. I immediately release him and question him about what happened and the whereabout of my son.

"Rasa took him after he caught me off guard." He said guiltily  while not looking in my eyes.  

When Bart already found us we started to interrogate Ruma.

"Why the hell he took my f*cking son?! And where the f*ck is that son of the b*tch?!" I said furiously it is rare for me to cursed especially since its been a while since i loose my f*cking temper.

Ruma sigh and then look at me in the eyes and the story begins.

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