Married Three Breeding Widow
91. Sorry, Brother
Upon hearing that today Abhimanyu was not present in his club room, Juwita was immediately silent. Feeling a bad feeling that is directly connected to Ajeng.
In this situation, could Ajeng take the unhinged decision of hurting Adji's child?
But that doesn't make sense, because his son Adji will always be in agreement with his father. If Ajeng wants his father, yes inevitably he must pretend to like his son.
"I went to school first." Adji panics, followed by Banyu who chases after him.
Juwita is moving. Walk quickly after Adji.
"I'm coming, Mas."
"No."
"Can't!"
Adji and Banyu compact refused.
"Lo at home" said Banyu again. Complete with firm bulging eyes.
"Wait here." Adji is still well-mannered, rubbing Juwita's arm to calm down. "There's nothing, don't be afraid."
But Juwita clutches Adji's hand, willing to let go. "You can put me in the room as long as you want me to if I'm okay. Pli. I'm coming with."
"Juwita—"
"Mas." For whatever sake Juwita wants to come.
Adji took a deep breath before he finally nodded, letting Juwita come along.
Despite knowing that Mom and Mama were worried about her, Juwita felt compelled to come along. He will not let Ajeng succeed with his plan this time.
Bothering Juwita, pestering her stepchildren, and she thought nothing would happen to her?
This time Juwita will make sure he gets a blow if he touches Abhimanyu.
After arriving at school, Juwita followed the steps of Adji and Banyu.
"Yet." Juwita pulls her stepson's hand, suddenly turning the other way.
"Why?" Banyu followed him obediently despite the confusion.
Juwita just want to see another path out of school that the children used to use—behind school. Because the bodyguard reported that Abhimanyu had not once passed through the school gate since he came.
As Juwita knew, the back gate of the school was always a shortcut for bad children.
But when Juwita was behind, instead of seeing a jumping place on the broken fence, it sounded vaguely the sound of a crowded conversation.
"You're denger?" tanya Juwita was alert.
"Hm." Banyu looked to the right and left. "Boy noise. A bunch. But it's like my brother's not—"
Juwita pulled Banyu once more, following that somewhat close voice.
How could Abhimanyu hang out with a bad boy if his brain only contains volleyball.
Volleyball is not played by children who are tired of thinking about the future.
That's what Juwita was afraid of.
Juwita saw an old door closed. Sure the voices are coming from there.
Without hesitation, Juwita pushed the door open, only to gasp to find a group of teenagers in middle school uniforms running down with booze.
A pungent smell was felt in the air. But what surprised Juwita the most was that Abhimanyu was there, groping an adult woman who Juwita knew was not from among students and teachers.
"Bang!"
Juwita raised her hand, stopping Banyu. "Call Papa the same as the cloth."
Everyone's attention was on Juwita.
But Juwita's attention was focused on the woman.
"The climax isn't funny."
Juwita immediately lunged at the jerk who bullied her life.
Unfortunately Ajeng immediately dodged, jumping out of the window while laughing jerkily.
Juwita feels like it's about to explode. "DOG!"
Even more unlucky, Juwita could not catch up to him, because all Juwita had to do now was pull Abhimanyu away.
Don't let Adji see his son here.
Don't make.
"Follow me!"
Abhimanyu raved unclear.
The campoyongan followed Juwita before she collapsed on the grass behind the school.
Juwita covered Abhimanyu's mouth with her hands, hiding from the voices that began to sound omens of the stoned students being caught drunk.
"Jewith."
Juwita immediately shook her head at Banyu. "Don't say. Diem."
"But—"
"Diem, Kanyu. Please."
Juwita's eyelids closed, hugging Abhimanyu while continuing to close her mouth so as not to make a sound.
Juwita's mouth opened to take a breath, not because he could not breathe while smelling the aroma of alcohol in the body of his stepson, but because of the disappointment and guilt mounting for having let Melisa's child like this.
Sorry, Sis.
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