BET GIRL
Inculpation

"I didn't come to make your papa's affections divided, but to make you feel complete affection." Elnara returned to smile. Looks like the seduction worked, and indeed Cindy certainly felt the sincerity of Elnara.

"Well, let's eat, '" asked Elnara.

"I'm not hungry." Cindy shakes.

"Related to eat? Nyesel loh. This is my hand-made original cuisine."

Cindy who seemed to sell expensive to be sweet to Elnara, finally could not help but smile. The boy noticed a thin smile and went down the bed. They entered the dining room together.

"Geez, what did you guys do all this time just show up to the dining room? Look, my noodles are running out." Yona showed off her noodles that were one more bribe away. "Kaian's noodles must not be hot anymore."

Elnara laughed. He who had invited Yona to eat, came later. "Sorry, Ma." 

Elnara sat in one of the chairs. Similarly Cindy who also sat down and immediately grabbed one of the dishes containing noodles.

"Yes, eat a bite!" Yona stopped eating. He drank a warm juice. "That's what I made milk for you two. That one's milk for Elnara, that one's for Cindy. Be careful not to taper, because the function is different. Milk for Cindy is milk for brain intelligence so as not to slow down while at school. While the milk for Elnara is milk for pregnancy preparation." Yona gave a smile and then walked away.

Hearing Yona's words, Cindy immediately looked at Elnara with a strange look.

Elnara was so wrongly looked at so by Cindy. "Don't listen to your oma. He must be kidding. Let's eat fast, cold hunt," said Elnara as she glanced towards the glass filled with milk.

Duh, is it really milk for pregnancy preparation? 

***

Clamps.

The door of the room opened, the Emir poked in. 

Elnara was lying on the bed with the blanket covered up to her chest. 

At one in the morning, the Emir just came home. The man since his legs can be used for walking does look busy. Rarely at home. Naturally he came home late. 

But this time there is something unnatural with the Emir's condition, blood spots on the sleeve of the man's shirt.  

What blood is that? Although in a state of lighting that is only dim because the room only uses sleeping lights, but Elnara can still see clearly the condition in front of her eyes. 

"Emir, are you hurt?" Elnara approached the Emir. Look at the sleeves that were covered in blood. 

The Emir looked confused. His forehead cringing. "What injury?"

The Emir seemed to be thinking hard. "Oh... It looks like it's been exposed to Hamish's blood. He was hurt, he said there were goons on the prank. I helped her when I discovered she was walking alone in a wounded state." 

Elnara was not sure, she raised the Emir's sleeve to see the condition of her husband's arm.  Her husband's arm is fine.  There's no wound.  

“So it's Hamish's blood?”

The emir smiled faintly.  “You're anxious?  I love seeing you so worried.”

“Choose.”  Elnara punched the Emir's arm slowly.  “Then how is Hamish condition now?”

“He was taken to the hospital.  The wound was sewn, but it's gone home.”

“Is the thug who injured him arrested?”

“She's gone nowhere.  The most important thing now is that Hamish's condition has improved.”

The Emir then changed clothes after taking off his shirt.

The sound of a cellphone ringing makes Elnara pick up the phone on the mattress.  Linol called.

“Mother, what's up?” elnara asked after sliding the green button.  Somewhat surprised by the unusual phone time, early in the morning like this his mother called.  

“Afsa hospital admission.  He was attacked by people and seriously injured.” There was Linol's voice trembling at the other end of the phone.  He mentioned one of the names of the hospital.

Elnara choked, her hands now trembling and limp.  Hp almost fell down.  His thumb accidentally shifted the red button until the call was cut off.

Elnara's gaze was now on the Emir. Full of vigilance.  “Emir, Afsa in hospital attacked by person.”

“Then?”  Emir wincing.

“My answer, what did you do to Afsa?”

“You accuse me of harming Afsa?”  The Emir pointed at his own chest.

“You left home with the desire to find out who the person who wronged me was.  And you found the culprit, right?  Then here's what you did to that perp.”

Seriate