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Kill me

While in a magnificent modern house with a little classic touch all its residents are confused and anxious because a woman who is unable to withstand her emotions until hysterical and almost killing lives his own by severing the veins on his wrist.

Ms. Marni who saw her own blood inundating her daughter's bathroom became hysterical.

let alone seeing the body of his daughter who was limp on the bathroom floor.

Make all the residents of the house panic instantly.

The personal doctor called Anya ma was not sjo ampai 15 minutes had arrived at home and immediately did first aid to stop bleeding in Mitha's veins.

Mitha's face looked deathly pale and her body was cold.

"how's my daughter doing doc?"

Ask Mr. Slamet with a worried face, while Marni's mother does not stop crying.

"alhamdulillah everything is on time, so everything will be fine"

Ms. Anya sighed in relief hearing the doctor say good, because the one in worry was Arga.

Surely Arga who must bear all of it if until something happens that is not in the want of Mitha.

"anya's mother, like her we should talk."

Mr. Slamet took Anya's mother to the living room to talk, her face look very serious.

"i, as Mitha's parents, wanted to ask my mother as the parents of Nak Arga, to be able to give certainty to my daughter. And it's all because the mother's son is the cause of her"

Although only a villager, Mr. Slamet is a strict person.

"sorry sir, it's not that I don't want to, but I can't break something without Arga's approval."

"mother is the mother of Arga, at least can give orders to the son of the mother, I feel Arga has fooled my daughter, my daughter, did you ever feel how I felt when my daughter had to be in a mental institution.... And it's because of mom's son."

"i..mmmm, I've called Arga, like she's on her way here."

Anya's mother looks very nervous, even stammered answered the Slamet pack so firmly.

"i ask for the firmness of the mother as Arga's old man to immediately make a decision, I do not want if this continues, and my age is also getting older, I worry about the fate of my son in the future."

Anya's mother was silent, what was said by Mr. Slamet was true, but he himself could not force Arga, he knew very well the nature of his son.

The situation in the house was very awkward from morning until noon.

"mom..."

"lucky you came, mama wants to talk"

Anya ma'am directly dragged Arga's arm into her room, when she saw her son had already come.

"what is this ma? Is your mom okay?"

Looking at her worried mama's face, Arga's mind was anxious.

"mama's fine, but not with the others."

Arga looked at her mama flat, trying to act calm, though she was sure there must be something going on.

Anya ma'am reported all the events that happened to Mitha this morning, as well as her conversation with Slamet sir.

"mama knows it's very hard for you, but please, do something"

"something?"

"mama doesn't know what it is, but..... Everything that Slamet says is true, there is no way a parent would ever have the heart to see his child like that."

"according to mama, how should Arga be?"

"mrs ..... Don't know either"

Ms Anya shrugged both her shoulders, because in fact she herself was also confused as to how to respond to this problem.

"no, do it as a real man."

"mama asked me to marry Mitha?"

"mr_...."

Ms. Anya fell silent, feeling her mind was deadlocked.

"mama know how I feel? What if I can't make Mitha happy and hurt her even more?"

Both are silent, silent.

Suddenly someone entered into the room which was indeed the door was slightly open a little.

The middle-aged man entered with anger in his eyes.

"sorry to me.."

Arga said softly.

"that's not what my son means sir, we can talk about this either well, surely there will all be a way out of it"

Anya tried to calm the atmosphere that felt hot.

"the best way out for you, but not for us."

Again, the simple word pak Slamet quite pierced into the heart.

"good for all sir, I'll try all his nothing in the loss right"

"we're not just a loss, but we've clearly lost everything."

Anya ma'am swallowed her saliva which was like it was stuck in her esophagus.

"sorry to me.... I'll give it all to your family"

"i don't want all your possessions, I just want you to take responsibility for all your actions. My daughter became like this because of you"

Mr. Slamet whose emotions pointed at Arga with reddened eyes held back Anger.

"patience sir, don't get carried away by emotions, we're talking about all this well."

"if only by speaking well, this matter would have been solved."

"i beg you to calm down first, my son will definitely_ "

"mom!"

Arga snapped at her mother before she could say far away.

Ms. Anya was very surprised by the spontaneity of Arga who shouted at her.

Never been that rough.

"Arga, please just this time_"

Ms Anya pleaded with her son because of the already heated situation.

"Arga will find a way out, Arga will treat Mitha abroad"

"the father is healed, he only needs mental support from you, so he should hate you, because all this happens because you are the cause, but for Mitha's sake, I forgot my father's hatred for you"

Anya began to shed tears, hearing her son's quarrel with Mr. Slamet.

She knows Arga's feelings only for Ayu, but due to a mistake in Arga's past such as being cornered, and currently Ayu is pregnant with Arga's child, her future grandchild, and her future grandchild, although not yet known the existence of Ayu now.

"Arga.mama please.... This time, son"

Anya ma'am begged expectantly to her son, her cries could no longer be contained.

"mama please Ga.... For mama's sake"

Continue with a sobbing voice.

"just kill Arga ma"

Bu Anya was stunned to hear his son's reply.

Arga's reddened eyes held back the tears that were about to fall, his hands and body trembling.

I don't know if that word just came out of his mouth.

"Argha..."

a woman with a pale face and a weak body, entered and hugged Arga.

Arga just silently stared can't say what.

"you home? I'm sick"

"rest, I'll take you to your room"

Arga released Mitha's embrace and led her back to her room.

There was no expression on his face.