“Orang jahat?” Renee mengerutkan kening, bingung. “Di mana mereka?” Inky mengepakkan sayap di depannya, menunjuk ke satu arah dengan sayapnya. “Di halte bus!” kicau Inky dengan cemas. “Empat orang jahat mengincar seorang perempuan!” “Apa yang terjadi? Ceritakan semuanya,” kata Renee sambil mempercepat langkah. Inky berkata, “Robin tadi sedang bermain di dekat halte bus ketika aku melihat...” Malam menyelimuti kota seperti seprai satin raksasa. Di bawah cahaya redup lampu jalan, seorang gadis berbaju putih berdiri sendirian di halte bus yang sunyi, menunggu. Sekitar satu menit kemudian, seorang wanita tiba-tiba berdiri di sampingnya. Perutnya besar dan bulat; ia tampak hamil beberapa bulan. Gadis berbaju putih itu melirik dan tanpa sadar menyingkir. Belasan detik kemudian, wanita hamil itu tiba-tiba menyapa. “Nona, boleh saya bertanya sesuatu?” Gadis berbaju putih itu waspada. Ia mengerutkan bibir dan tidak berkata apa-apa. Wanita hamil itu mulai menangis. “Saya benar-benar tidak tahu harus bagaimana lagi... Suami saya setiap hari memukul dan memaki saya, tapi dia bahkan tidak mau membiarkan anak kami...” Gadis berbaju putih mengerutkan kening dan tak bisa menahan diri untuk bertanya, “Suami Anda masih memukul Anda, padahal Anda sedang hamil?” “Ya.” Wanita hamil itu menarik lengan panjangnya, memperlihatkan bekas luka. “Karena dia memukul saya,” ucapnya tersedak, “saya tidak berani memakai lengan pendek, bahkan di musim panas.” “Kalau dia memukul Anda, kenapa tidak menceraikannya?” tanya gadis berbaju putih, bingung. Sambil menutupi wajahnya, wanita hamil itu terisak. “Saya ingin, tapi dia menggunakan anak saya untuk mengancam saya. Dia bilang kalau saya berani pergi, dia akan membunuh anak laki-laki saya...” “Kejam sekali!” Gadis berbaju putih mengepalkan tangan, geram. Entah sejak kapan, seorang wanita lain berbaju bergaris biru muncul di samping mereka. Ia ikut berbicara dengan marah, “Anda bercanda? Bukankah anak Anda juga anaknya? Bahkan harimau ganas tidak akan memakan anaknya sendiri. Bagaimana Anda bisa percaya padanya?” Gadis berbaju putih sepenuhnya setuju dengan wanita berbaju bergaris itu, mengangguk kuat. “Benar. Dia tidak mungkin melukai anaknya sendiri. Jangan takut. Sebaiknya tinggalkan saja dia. Jangan menyiksa diri sendiri seperti ini.” “Tidak.” Wanita hamil itu menggeleng, suaranya pecah saat menangis, “Anak saya bukan anaknya. Dia dari pernikahan saya sebelumnya.” Mendengar ini, gadis berbaju putih dan wanita berbaju bergaris itu saling bertukar pandang, ekspresi mereka berubah muram. Wanita terakhir bergumam, “Kalau begitu, memang mungkin saja...” “Benar,” gadis berbaju putih mengangguk. “Itu benar-benar berbahaya.” Ponsel wanita hamil itu berbunyi. Ia memutar pesan suara dan berseru, “Bayiku!” Tubuhnya bergoyang, tampak seperti akan pingsan. “Hati-hati!” Wanita berbaju bergaris itu cepat menahannya. “Ada apa?” Wanita hamil itu mulai meratap. “Dia memukul anak saya lagi! Anak saya diam-diam mengirim pesan... Dengar.” Ia mengetuk ponselnya, dan permohonan seorang anak yang menyedihkan dan tak berdaya terdengar. “Ibu, tolong aku! Tolong aku! Ibu, sakit sekali...” “Menyayat hati!” Wanita berbaju bergaris itu tampak gelisah. “Ini tidak bisa dibiarkan. Anda tidak boleh membiarkan anak Anda disakiti seperti ini!” Gadis berbaju putih menambahkan, “Benar, Anda akan mencelakakan anak Anda kalau tidak melakukan apa-apa!” “Lalu apa yang harus saya lakukan?” Wanita hamil itu menggenggam tangan mereka dengan putus asa. “Dia tidak mau menceraikan saya, dan dia memegang anak saya...” Wanita berbaju bergaris itu berkata dengan ekspresi serius, “Bagaimana kalau kita panggil polisi?” “Ya!” Gadis berbaju putih dengan sepenuh hati setuju. “Anda harus menelepon polisi dan mendapatkan bantuan hukum!” Wanita berbaju bergaris itu mengeluarkan ponselnya. Menekan 911, ia berkata, “Saya akan menelepon polisi. Saya juga akan ikut ke rumah Anda untuk mengambil anak Anda. Jangan takut, dan Anda harus tegar!” “Anda... Anda benar-benar mau membantu saya?” tanya wanita hamil itu, wajahnya penuh haru. Wanita berbaju bergaris itu mengangguk tegas. “Tentu! Hanya sesama perempuan yang bisa benar-benar memahami! Perempuan harus membantu perempuan!” Gadis berbaju putih itu terbawa suasana. “Benar,” katanya bersemangat. “Kami pasti akan membantu Anda.” Saat itu, suara geram lain terdengar. “Bukan hanya perempuan yang membantu perempuan; kami, para lelaki, juga. Saya sudah mendengar sebentar, dan suami Anda benar-benar bukan manusia! Pria seperti itu harus dipenjara dan diberi pelajaran!” Gadis berbaju putih itu menoleh dan melihat seorang pria muda berkacamata. Ia tampak pendiam dan seperti orang yang rajin belajar. Karena sangat bersyukur, wanita hamil itu berlutut di depan mereka. “Terima kasih semuanya, terima kasih banyak...” Gadis berbaju putih dan wanita berbaju bergaris itu cepat membantunya berdiri. “Bu, Anda tinggal di mana?” tanya wanita berbaju bergaris itu. “Saya tinggal di...” Wanita hamil itu menyebutkan sebuah alamat. Wanita berbaju bergaris itu menyingkir untuk menelepon. “Halo, Petugas? Saya ingin melaporkan kasus kekerasan dalam rumah tangga terhadap seorang wanita hamil dan seorang anak...” Gadis berbaju putih itu merasakan jantungnya berdebar. Ia sedikit bersemangat, sedikit gugup. Ini pertama kalinya ia menemui hal seperti ini! Ia pernah membaca di internet bahwa orang-orang zaman sekarang apatis, tapi sekarang ia merasa itu tidak sepenuhnya benar. Masih banyak orang baik dan penuh semangat di luar sana—seperti wanita berbaju bergaris, pria berkacamata, dan dirinya sendiri. “Saya sudah melapor,” kata wanita berbaju bergaris itu dengan muram. “Mereka mengirim petugas ke sana segera. Ayo kita berangkat juga.” “Terima kasih banyak!” Wanita hamil itu membungkuk sambil memegang perutnya. “Jangan begitu.” Wanita berbaju bergaris itu menahannya sambil tersenyum. “Untung saja nona muda ini dan pria muda itu juga ada di sini. Kalau hanya saya, saya tidak berani pergi ke rumah orang asing sendirian.” Gadis berbaju putih itu mengangguk, sangat merasakan hal yang sama. “Saya juga. Saya mungkin tidak akan seberani ini kalau sendirian.” Wajah wanita hamil yang basah air mata akhirnya tersenyum. “Saya benar-benar tidak tahu bagaimana harus berterima kasih...” “Tidak apa-apa. Kalau mau berterima kasih, traktir kami makan malam saja setelah Anda dan anak Anda keluar dari masalah ini.” Wanita berbaju bergaris itu merangkul wanita hamil dan gadis berbaju putih. “Ayo sekarang ke tempat Anda.” “Baik.” Wanita hamil itu menuntun mereka bertiga meninggalkan halte bus, berbelok ke gang terdekat. Setelah menyelesaikan ceritanya, Inky menambahkan, “Tapi Renee, kamu tahu? Perempuan berperut besar, perempuan berbaju itu, dan pria berkacamata—mereka semua satu komplotan!” “Apa?” Mary terkejut. “Maksudmu apa?” Inky berkicau, “Sebelum perempuan berbaju putih itu sampai ke halte bus, Robin mendengar si berperut besar dan yang lain berbicara. Mereka bilang akan menipu perempuan berbaju putih dan membawanya ke rumah mereka.” Dahi Renee berkerut, wajahnya yang cerah mengeras dengan ekspresi serius. ‘Ini penipuan yang dirancang khusus untuk gadis berbaju putih itu!’ “Inky, tunjukkan jalan! Cepat!” Renee berlari, menuju keluar kompleks perumahan sambil menekan nomor Henry Stark. Henry Stark menjawab hampir seketika. “Renee,” katanya, suaranya lembut. “Henry, aku baru mendapat informasi dari Inky...” Renee menjelaskan situasinya, dan begitu ia masuk ke mobilnya, ia mengirim lokasi perkiraan kepada Henry Stark.
Bab 256: Penipuan yang Dirancang Khusus
"Bad guys?" Renee frowned, confused. "Where are they?"
Inky fluttered in front of her, pointing a wing in a certain direction. "Over at the bus stop!" it chirped urgently. "Four bad guys are targeting a female!"
"What’s going on? Tell me everything," Renee said, picking up her pace.
Inky said, "Robin was just playing by the bus stop when I saw..."
The night draped over the city like a giant satin sheet. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, a girl in a white dress stood alone at the silent bus stop, waiting.
About a minute later, a woman suddenly stood beside her. Her belly was large and round; she looked several months pregnant.
The girl in the white dress glanced over and instinctively edged away.
A dozen seconds later, the pregnant woman suddenly struck up a conversation. "Miss, can I ask you something?"
The girl in white was wary. She pursed her lips and said nothing.
The pregnant woman began to cry to herself. "I really don’t know what to do anymore... It’s bad enough that my husband beats and curses me every day, but he won’t even spare our child..."
The girl in white frowned and couldn’t stop herself from asking, "Your husband still hits you, even though you’re pregnant?"
"Yes." The pregnant woman pulled up her long sleeve, revealing a scar. "It’s because he hits me," she choked out, "that I don’t dare wear short sleeves, not even in the summer."
"If he hits you, why don’t you divorce him?" the girl in white asked, perplexed.
Covering her face, the pregnant woman sobbed. "I want to, but he’s using my child to threaten me. He said if I dare to leave, he’ll kill my son..."
"That’s horrible!" The girl in white clenched her fists, indignant.
At some point, another woman in a blue-striped shirt had appeared beside them. She chimed in angrily, "Are you kidding me? Isn’t your son his son, too? Even a vicious tiger won’t eat its own cubs. How can you believe him?"
The girl in white agreed completely with the woman in the striped shirt, nodding vigorously. "That’s right. He’d never hurt his own son. Don’t be afraid. You should just leave him. Don’t put yourself through this."
"No." The pregnant woman shook her head, her voice cracking as she cried, "My son isn’t his. He’s from my previous marriage."
Hearing this, the girl in white and the woman in the striped shirt exchanged a look, their expressions turning grim. The latter murmured, "Well, in that case, it’s actually possible..."
"Right," the girl in white nodded. "That’s really dangerous."
The pregnant woman’s phone chimed. She played a voice message and cried out, "My baby!"
She swayed, looking like she was about to collapse.
"Careful!" The woman in the striped shirt quickly steadied her. "What’s wrong?"
The pregnant woman began to wail. "He’s hitting my son again! My son secretly sent me a message... Listen."
She tapped her phone, and a child’s pitiful, helpless plea emerged. "Mommy, help me! Help me! Mommy, it hurts so much..."
"That’s heartbreaking!" The woman in the striped shirt looked distraught. "This can’t go on. You can’t let your child be hurt like this!"
The girl in white added, "That’s right, you’ll be dooming your son if you do nothing!"
"Then what should I do?" The pregnant woman clutched their hands desperately. "He won’t give me a divorce, and he has my son..."
The woman in the striped shirt said with a serious expression, "Why don’t we call the police?"
"Yes!" The girl in white wholeheartedly agreed. "You have to call the police and get legal help!"
The woman in the striped shirt pulled out her phone. Dialing 911, she said, "I’ll call the police. I’ll also go with you to your house to get your son. Don’t be afraid, and you have to stand firm!"
"You’re... you’re really willing to help me?" the pregnant woman asked, her face full of emotion.
The woman in the striped shirt nodded firmly. "Of course! Only another woman could truly understand! Women have to help women!"
The girl in white was swept up in the emotion. "That’s right," she said excitedly. "We’ll definitely help you."
Just then, another indignant voice spoke up. "It’s not just women who help women; we men do, too. I’ve been listening for a bit, and your husband is less than human! A guy like that should be locked up and taught a lesson!"
The girl in white turned to see a young man with glasses. He looked quiet and studious.
Overcome with gratitude, the pregnant woman dropped to her knees before them. "Thank you all, thank you so much..."
The girl in white and the woman in the striped shirt quickly helped her up.
"Ma’am, where do you live?" the woman in the striped shirt asked.
"I live at..." The pregnant woman recited an address.
The woman in the striped shirt stepped aside to make the call. "Hello, Officer? I’d like to report a case of domestic violence against a pregnant woman and a child..."
The girl in white felt her heart thumping. She was a little thrilled, a little nervous.
This was the first time she had ever encountered anything like this!
She’d read online that people were apathetic these days, but now she felt that wasn’t entirely true. There were still plenty of good, passionate people out there—like the woman in the striped shirt, the guy with the glasses, and herself.
"I’ve reported it," the woman in the striped shirt said grimly. "They’re sending officers over right away. Let’s get going, too."
"Thank you so much!" The pregnant woman bowed, holding her stomach.
"Don’t do that." The woman in the striped shirt steadied her with a smile. "It’s a good thing this young lady and the young man were here, too. If it were just me, I wouldn’t dare go to a stranger’s home by myself."
The girl in white nodded, deeply relating. "Me too. I probably wouldn’t have been this brave on my own."
The pregnant woman’s tear-streaked face finally broke into a smile. "I really don’t know how to thank you..."
"It’s alright. If you want to thank us, just treat us to dinner after you and your child are out of this mess." The woman in the striped shirt linked arms with the pregnant woman and the girl in white. "Let’s head to your place now."
"Okay." The pregnant woman led the three of them away from the bus stop, turning into a nearby alley.
After finishing the story, Inky added, "But Renee, you know what? The female with the big belly, the female in the shirt, and the male with the glasses—they’re all in it together!"
"What?" Mary was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Inky chirped, "Before the female in the white dress even got to the bus stop, Robin heard the big-bellied one and the others talking. They said they were going to trick the female in white and take her to their home."
Renee’s brow furrowed, her fair face hardening with a grave expression.
’This is a scam tailor-made for the girl in the white dress!’
"Inky, lead the way! Quickly!" Renee broke into a run, heading out of the residential complex while dialing Henry Stark’s number.
Henry Stark answered almost immediately. "Renee," he said, his voice gentle.
"Henry, I just got a tip from Inky..." Renee explained the situation, and as soon as she got in her car, she sent the approximate location to Henry Stark.
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