Irfan's Precious Memories

"Ratih... if you can't continue. Stop it, I don't want to force you." Putri was still sitting, but she had already grabbed both of Ratih's hands to see Ratih's face, "I'm okay, I can continue," said Ratih.

"Then the gang of criminals took me away from the house, and after they realized that I wasn't you. They treated me badly, a lot of their treatment was very disgraceful. I felt like I wanted to die at that time, but luckily I was able to escape when they are satisfied with me, they fall fast asleep." Ratih squeezed the stronghold of her fingers with a look that was still restless.

"Just take it slow, catch your breath," Putri said sympathetically, holding Ratih's hand so as not to injure her knuckles.

"Hhh..." Ratih took a deep breath as she wiped her tears. 

"While they were fast asleep, that was when I had another chance to escape. And I took a cell phone that was lying there."