Married Three Breeding Widow
Silent Wife Young Master (advanced story: abhimanyu son)

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In a village, inland India.

A seven-year-old girl was holding a broom in her hand while crying sobbing. The little hand of the girl moved occasionally sweeping the leaves that littered the courtyard, but it was clear that she was being unable to because of her crying.

Name of the child.

His little heart was moaning for someone to come save him from somewhere out of nowhere.

"WHO TOLD YOU TO CRY?!" shouted a voice that made Nabila gasp in fear.

With trembling hands Nabila swept back, folding her lips inward so as not to be caught crying. He tried to sweep quickly, but the little boy was only seven years old.

Instead of getting the job done faster, his feet stumbled, falling on the surface of the ground so hot.

"Bas on a bastard!" The old woman came again with a bamboo stick in her hand. "I told you to shake! Who told you to sleep?!"

"Yahoooooo!" Nabila cried hard, curled up in fear.

A cry that did not make the woman pity but instead seemed even more angry.

Nabila's long hair forced her to stand up. The merciless blow of rattan hit his legs which still seemed to turn blue as a result of yesterday's and yesterday's blows.

"Who told you to cry?!" snarl the woman, emotion.

He seemed to not care even though Nabila begged for mercy. There was grudge flaring in his eyes, as if the seventeen-year-old was the culprit who ruined his life.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRY! THERE IS NO RIGHT FOR YOU HERE! YOU CAN'T CRY, YOU CAN'T TALK, YOU CAN'T ASK! IF I TELL THE MOSQUITO, YOUR JOB IS JUST A FLAM! UNDERSTAND YOU?!"

"Argg, sick!" Nabila tried hard to protect his leg that had been scuffed. "MAMA, PAPA!"

The emotions in the woman's eyes only intensified. From how Nabila called the help of his parents actually made the grudge more concentrated.

"YOU ARE A BASTARD!" A hard slap landed on Nabila's face. "Your father is a badjam! Your mama's whore! They killed my son! Before Mama goes to hell, you have to bear their mistakes here! Know you?!"

The boy had absolutely no idea what he was saying. From the very beginning he came, from the very beginning he was thrown here, he kept saying it.

Said that everything was wrong Mama and Papa. Nabila was tormented because both of her parents committed the grave sin of killing this girl's child.

And every time that sentence came out, punch after blow would hurt Nabila received.

His life was ordinary a while ago. Everything was fine a few days ago.

"Why are you going?" asked Nabila to her papa because Papa looked very neat. "Why not come home tomorrow? When will papa come home?"

Papa immediately held the small body of Nabila, holding it as if he wanted the world to know that no one should hurt the child. "Papa wants to go get Rose first. If you're okay with Mama and Grandma, yeah?"

"When you want to come too, Papa."

Mama laughed at Nabila's request. "You can't come along, let alone you. There's a lot of seremes, you know."

"Ohya? If you don't want to." Nabila hugged his papa's neck. "But Papa came home late. Don't go away for long."

"Where to hold Papa go long ago when."

"Hehe."

Then Papa took something out of his pocket. The black card that Nabila recognizes as a magic card because it makes it free to buy anything.

"Now, take Mama. But if only, because Mama has her own."

Mama pretended to whisper, "Later for Mama too?"

Nabila grinned widely with the laughter of his parents.

"Hiks." Now Nabila can only curl up alone, not feel the warm embrace of Mama, not feel the safe embrace of Papa, but enveloped by the pain of the blow without feeling the woman he does not recognize.

Nabila .. wants to go home.

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"Ugh."

Nabila woke up from her sleep—or could be called unconscious after being beaten—and realized that she was still in the yard. The old woman did not even tell someone to hold Nabila inside the house and let her sleep there until night.

Nabila tried to sit down. Almost cried again when he felt pain in his body.

The boy looked down, finding tiny traces of blood coming out of his beaten calf. Nabila's lips quivered, her eyes glazed over, pitying herself but unable to do anything about it.

Did Papa and Mama forget about it until they didn't come to save Nabila?

"Children of whores" call someone Nabila recognizes as a domestic worker. "You've woken up and entered! Plenty of dishes need to be washed!"

Nabila was afraid of being beaten again, so he tried to stand up even though he ended up falling. "I'm hungry" he complained innocently. "Tante, give me something to eat."

"God! You think I'm your mama?!" The maid pulled Nabila's ear. "Don't spoil you! Stand up, wash the dishes!"

"Aragh!"

"the hunt! You want to get hit again?!"

But Nabila was hungry. The body cannot move because it has no energy. In the end, Nabila cried again.

"Fuck the son of a whore!" caci the waiter. "Your work was crying from yesterday. Denger well, you're here nobody. Don't think if you cry Mama with your Papa will come!"

"Yahoooo!"

"Whisper!" The servant threw a kick that made Nabila fall down.

The Lady of the House allows everyone to do their best to Nabila. It's up to him to be beaten, scolded, whatever he lives. Moreover, Fina, that servant, knows the story behind the Madam's grudge.

This child is the son of the actor who snatched the husband from the daughter of Lady Elis, until Sakura, the daughter of the mistress decided to commit suicide. They've been waiting for years to avenge Sakura's death through this child.

"Not much of your talk! Go in, wash the dishes! If you're a lager, eat all the dirty food on a used plate!"

"This why?" A voice surprised Fina to look over. His surprise grew when he learned it was the voice of Ravana, the son of his mistress who was one year older than Nabila.

"Young Master." Fina slouches. Then he explained, "Mrs asked me to call this kid to do the dishes, but he didn't want to."

Once again curled up on the ground. It was still difficult for him to be strong in a place that seemed to only want to torture him.

"I'm hungry" he whispered. "Mama, when hungry."

Fina glared. "Son's son is slaughtered!" A kick again hit Nabila's body.

Ravana. "Whispering," he muttered, which sounded into Fina's ears.

"Sorry, Young Master, this is still unruly. I'll hit him later, let him be horrified."

Ravana did not reply, only seeing the little girl curled up on the ground like an insect.

The boy walked past them, into his house. But soon he came out again, holding a piece of toast which was then thrown to the ground.

"Now, eat. Don't cry mute."

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