
Not wanting to experience the same thing, Vinandia immediately stepped back down the stairs. But bad, because his legs were too trembling, making him unable to support his own body until he slipped and rolled downstairs.
"Acci ... "
"Business ... "
The cry of Bimantara and Kencana along with perfectly rounded eyes were surprised to see the tiny baby slip from the hands of Vinandia until it bounced onto the cold floor. There was a heartbreaking cry from the little lips of the baby.
Mario who was downstairs immediately ran and hugged Betrand while giving first aid. Vinandia and Beni widened their eyes when they saw the innocent baby fall on the cold floor. Seen from their netra, blood began to seep out from his head. Trudgingly, Bimantara came down from the top floor wanting to see the little baby. An innocent baby, a baby that his parents use to make money and wealth out of him. Arkandra, Azura, and Kencana followed, panicking as well. They do hate Vinandia, but not with that tiny baby. The little baby was not guilty at all. He is still holy, without blemish, let alone sin.
Slowly, the cry swallowed and disappeared. Baby Betrand eyes also close tightly with the body that began to whiten the cotton tub. There was only a pushy gaze that Mario aimed at everyone followed by a clear tirta that flowed from the corner of his eye.
"He ... is gone." His words are full of regrets.
Just sober, Vinandia and Beni who heard that felt shock. Roaring, Vinandia dragged her legs that seemed to have been broken by limping. Blood poured from the temple and the back of his head due to the impact so hard. If Vinandia alone to suffer such injuries, let alone the tiny baby that was released until it crashed hard on the cold floor. Of course he will not be able to withstand the pain until finally died due to the actions of his own mother.
"No," cried Vinandia. "My son, Betrand, don't leave my mother, son. Hold on, baby, you'll be healed. Betrand, my son, please wake up, this is mama, baby. Get up, you can't go stay with mama, son." Vinandia roared trying to reach baby Betrand.
"Mas, give me back my son! Get Betrand, he's fine, mom!" lirih Vinandia while rubbing the rough tears that fell on her cheeks.
"It's all because of you. Basic pela*cur!" hiss Bimantara emotion because he only found out that he had been deceived all this time. Even a child who is so dear is not his son. Bimantara cursed the stupidity of himself which was so easy to get into the trap Vinandia that he made his wife hurt and died. Even his children hate him for having an affair with his own son's lover. This is the result of a more domineering napsu than reason, eventually the household was destroyed also chaotic.
"Fast to get my son, mas. Betrand must be asleep, right, he's not a papa!" racau Vinandia attempted to take Betrand out of Bimantara's hands but was not given.
"Mas, Betrand seems to want to suckle, let me milk first!" he added again while dragging his feet near Bimantara who was stunned.
Shortly after, the police arrived. They saluted William. After getting the code, they immediately arrested Vinandia and Beni for the attempted murder of Azura and Alice. This surprised Bimantara. He was shocked and had a heart attack because he was too surprised because he only learned the facts about Vinandia which is nothing more than a poisonous snake. Luckily, Bachtiar is out of town so he doesn't see this mess.
"Deliver! I'm going to accompany my son, he's sleeping. She must have cried if I didn't exist. Take it off, don't take me! Unhand me! Off!" vinandia shouted trying to rebel but ignored the police officers. "Aaakh .. "his screams as the pain in his legs and head spread. The blood flowed so much that Vinandia slowly lost consciousness.
The police immediately took Vinandia into the ambulance that had just arrived. While Beni, obediently got into the police car. His love for Vinandia blinded his eyes so he would follow all Vinandia's orders. But now, everything is broken. His son is gone and Vinandia somehow fates later. To be sure, they will definitely go behind bars to account for all his actions.
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