Husband's Regret: Betrayed for Not Getting Pregnant
Incident Fights (S2)
"Stop!" kayla exclaimed as she rushed towards Alvin. He broke through among the residents who were focused on giving raw bogem to the face of his coworkers.
Kayla's eyeballs widened perfectly when watching Alvin's handsome face battered. There are bruises almost covering the face, the corner of the lips torn along with fresh blood flowing from the nose and the corner of the lips make the bulir tears of the former top model flow between the two cheeks. Really, he could not bear to see someone had to be hurt by it.
Kayla crouched down to Alvin's right. He said, "I beg you, stop! Don't beat him up again!" the door is full of requests.
"Stop saying! It's delicious!" shout Reza. Highlight the eyes of the firstborn son of Kokom reddened with jaws protruding outward. "He started this fight so don't blame me if tonight your lover dies at my hands!"
In a loud voice, Reza again exclaimed, "Quick, finish him off!" After saying the last sentence, the young man forcibly pulled Kayla's hand away from Alvin. Then, the residents continued their activities that had stopped.
"Don't beat him again! Please, stop!" Kayla revolted, trying to escape from the check of a pair of mothers and children. Neither Bu Kokom nor Reza let the former model of the homeland get close to Alvin's body.
Seeing all the plans go smoothly, a smile of satisfaction rises on the face of a young man - which is none other than ... Reza. The result of love rejected causes the young man to be vengeful and intend to teach lessons to Kayla as well as the man who is suspected to be the reason the former model of the homeland rejects him. If he can't have Kayla then no man can get that woman. So thought Reza.
From inside the house, Mona kept peering from behind the curtains to see how anarchic the attitude of the citizens. He did not dare to go out of the house to be a super hero to stop the dispute that occurred. Silence and silence in the house that is the attitude of Mona at this time. It's not that I don't care about Kayla and Alvin, there's Tasya right now next to him. When something bad happens to him, who takes care of the little baby?
Mona's kudu fur stood when she heard screams and screams coming from Kayla's lips. The situation is getting heated up and out of control.
"Shoppers! Stopit! I said stop it!" hardik Kayla while continuing to shed tears. Already could not bear to see Alvin's helpless condition.
"I have to do something. If not then Alvin's life could be lost" Mona murmured. The woman's heartbeat was beating unruffled, the body was shaking violently. In front of his own eyes he watched the citizens turn into creepy demons.
Not wanting to be blamed by the agency's management, Mona made up her mind to meet local RT, asking Husni to come to Kayla's residence for help.
"Whatever happens, anyway I have to go to Mr. RT's house. Yeah, I better get going now." Mona's hands release the green curtains of flowers that decorate the living room with simple size of 3×3 meters. Then he swung his foot out of the house through the back door.
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"Good night, Miss Fatimah. P-pak RT's at home, isn't it?" mona stammered. The woman appears restless, characterized by eye movements that do not focus in one direction. Squeezing the end of Tasya's sling very tightly trying to unravel the anxiety within. Breathing like being chased by a demon.
Fatimah, the birth mother of Husni was quite gasped for a few seconds when she saw Mona standing with Tasya holding a cry in her arms. The deathly pale face accompanied by a messy appearance made the middle-aged woman astonished.
"Neng Mona why? Did something bad happen to Neng Kayla?" ask Fatimah without saying anything.
The relationship between Fatimah and Kayla is pretty good. It all started from meeting often at the briefing and continues until now. Not infrequently, the former model accompanied Husni's biological mother looking for batik cloth or women's clothing to resell.
"Yes, Mom. The residents came to our house and they ganged up on Alvin to the brink" Mona said after she was able to control herself.
A thirty-year-old man ran from inside the house. "What's up, Mom?"
Fatimah turned her body until the two faced each other. "Hurry up to Neng Kayla's house. The vigilante, beat up the .... Well, what the hell is his name. I forgot again." The middle-aged woman seemed to be trying hard to remember the name of the man Mona had just mentioned. However, because the age factor makes the woman can not remember well.
"Alvin, Ma'am, his name," said Mona, telling Fatimah.
Without saying much, Husni rushed to reach for the key of the motor contained in the drawer. He went back to the terrace and started the engine.
"Mom Mona, come with me." Husni exclaimed from three meters away. "Mom, please tell Amir to take Mr. RW to Bu Kayla's house" he said.
So they set out on Husni's two-wheeled vehicle. Although the small city is very far from the frenetic city of Jakarta, but the lighting and other facilities in the city are quite adequate.
Only three meters away, Husni had turned off his two-wheeler. Shaking his head while staring at the nanar as the man's netra accidentally sat face to face with Kayla's reddened brown irises. The heart of the father of one child feels like slashed and chest tight as a large chunk of stone squeezes the chest.
"What are you doing here, huh!" exclaim Husni with a loud voice. Staring furiously while clenching both hands to the side of the body. "You all want to be heroes, don't you? Self-defense at someone else's residence!"
Suddenly, all the people stopped their actions. Releasing Alvin's already defenseless body and letting the man lie on the ground. Husni stepped up while giving a sharp look to his citizens.
Using the rest of his strength, Kayla approached Alvin and then carried the man's head over his lap. The woman's tears kept flowing at both corners of the eyes. "Alvin, wake!" Crying next to Alvin.
"What underlies you to dare to beat people to pieces. Your problems cannot be solved!" sentak Husni's.
"We just want to eradicate the perpetrators of sin in this village so as not to be exposed to bad luck. Not really, Ladies?" sahut one of the citizens.
"My sin? Who do you mean?"
Reza replied, "Who else would it be if it wasn't the woman j*l*ng!" The man's index finger was pointed at Kayla.
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