Contains Son Jin Handsome
The Cruel Treatment of King Bramantyo

Episode 55: the:

" Fate always makes me go awry" Aleta said softly and almost inaudibly.

But he said it was clearly heard by the father, making the father increasingly wonder what Aleta said.

" What did you just say? what do you mean that fate is what makes you go wrong? Speaking of which is obviously princess Aleta!"

Aleta ventured to look at her father with a faint smile.

" Aleta didn't say anything father" he replied.

" Hear my daughter! if you keep insisting on not telling me who the father of the baby you bear, then don't blame me if I'll treat you like any other prisoner."

" No father, I stick to my stance and will never say who is the father of this baby I bear" Aleta said firmly and without any hesitation.

" YOU'RE INSOLENT, DARE YOU ARGUE WITH ME?"

Brakkkk

Suddenly, the king of Bramantyo kicked Aleta's body and fell to the floor. But fortunately he had to protect his stomach until not hit.

" CHAMPONS! What did I do to our daughter?" Empress Ayu who was panicked immediately approached Aleta who was still sitting on the floor with pain in her waist and bo*ong.

" Are you okay, my daughter?" ask Empress Ayu while examining Aleta's body.

Aleta simply shook her head with already watery eyes.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Arkha looked sadly at Aleta and she shed tears because of it.

Arkha is desperate to help Aleta at this time, but he fears Aleta's punishment will get heavier if he intervenes. As a result Arkha can only stare sadly and refrain from being carried away by the emotions of the king of Bramantyo's treatment of his own daughter.

" Kanda is quite kanda! pity our daughter" said empress Ayu.

" Fuck all that. Your punishment has been set by Aleta's daughter" said the king of Bramantyo, staring intently at Aleta.

Suddenly everyone looked towards the king of Bramantyo including Aleta and Arkha. They just want to know what the punishment is.

" I have decided that if for several months you still do not want to say it, then I will punish you, said the king Bramantyo firmly and without any sadness.

That is how cruel a Bramantyo to the heart of wanting to punish m*ti daughter without tolerance again.

At once the eyes of all those who were there were perfectly round because they heard the words of their king. But a moment later, they again lowered their heads because they were afraid that it would make the king even more angry.

" Fastly put him back in the dungeon, and remember! this time no one is allowed to release him again even if he m*ti though," he said without objection.

But who would have thought that Arkha was holding back his emotions. His heart ached when he saw his daughter's master and the woman he loved in such cruel torture by his own parents. But even more painful is that, at this time he can only be silent and can not do anything when Aleta is tortured.

The palace guards immediately carry out the king's orders and drag Aleta's body to return her to the dungeon.

There is no resistance that Aleta can do, she seems resigned to everything done by her father's bodyguard. He also resigned to the consequences given by his father. He only thought that it would be useless to defend himself if it continued to be played with by a destiny like this.

After arriving at the place, Aleta was put in jail in a rude manner. It's really sad right now.

" Ma Pa, Naya wants to go home, Naya is kangen" he said as he buried his face in the recess of his knee.

Elsewhere, in a different world

Abram sitting in his chair was flipping through an ancient book he was holding. I don't know why he did not want to open the page of the book, which obviously he still thinks hard about the book that looks unique from the appearance of the cover. Even he remembered where the book was found, it was very strange to him. How not, the book seems to fall on its own while the other items remain in place.

Abram again wanted to open the book, but again the sound of knocking on the door from the outside made him have to undo his intentions.

" WHO?" asked Abram.

" I am sir, Devia," he replied.

" I'm delivering someone who wants to see you."

" All right wait a minute!" Abram had to get up from his seat to open the door.

" d-dila."

" Can we talk?" Abram did not reply, his eyes focused on Dila's deflated stomach. That means Dila has given birth.

" I'm sorry sir." The voice of the staff who delivered Dila earlier spread her daydream. Abram refocused and nodded to the staff.

" You haven't answered me yet" Dila said, reminding Abram of the question.

" A- oh yes. I can, I can."

" That's why we're talking downstairs at the restaurant, shall we?"

" Can. We're leaving now?." Dila nodded, and Abram began to go first and then followed Dila behind him.

After arriving at the restaurant they were going to, Abram went straight to the seat that looked empty, after Dila who followed him from behind, and they sat there.

For a few minutes they were silent. Abram was busy with the menu book while looking and choosing to age what to order. While Dila who feels awkward ************* his hands are clenched just to eliminate his awkwardness.

" What do you want to eat?." After a long time, Abram began a conversation.

" Emmm, I'm coming with you" he said.

Abram nodded, then called the waiter to say their menu.

Abram told the waiter that they would order sushi and meat sticks as well as two lemon tea juices. After recording the customer order, the waiter left immediately.

And soon another servant brought their order.

" Please enjoy!" said the waiter as he placed the order he was carrying and put it on the table.

" Thank you."

" So what exactly do you want to talk about?" abram asked, stirring his drink with a pipette.

" I'm divorced" Dila replied briefly as she gave her drink.

Abram raised his head and looked at Dila in surprise.

" What's going on?" asked Abram in a flat tone.

" He said he was bored of me, and he was going to marry another woman soon" she said with a bitter smile.

" Alia?." Then Dila shook her head.

" Who then? which other woman did he sacrifice?." Abram had begun to grow angry at Dila's story.

" The new secretary." With the rest of her tears she said, and her hands clasped tightly to the fork and knife she was holding, as if she was channeling her frustration towards her ex-husband.

Abram understood the situation, he rubbed Dila's hand gently, so that Dila could be calmer.

" Maybe that's best for you. Just let it go!." Dila again nodded while bowed sadly.

For a while there was no conversation between them. They just keep quiet with each other's thoughts, while eating the food they ordered.

" Where is our son?" suddenly asked Abram. And casually he said that without staring at the other person.

Just contact Dila was surprised and made his eating activity stop, then put the cutlery in the plate.