Mohabbat
Night Snaps

A few days have passed, Daisha is doing her usual activities. Sometimes going to the office if needed, all those who work are still the old man.

Daisha's decision to cut ties with several companies as well as shareholders, was finally implemented. Many entrepreneurs are on the verge of bankruptcy after the termination. Including the company both Aleena's parents also belonged to Cakra, and belonged to Goddess herself. Moreover, it belongs to Bardy whose space is even limited to Daisha.

"So, have you guys too? I didn't think he was so cruel. Deciding on cooperation without asking for our opinion. Is this fair?" angry mother Aleena.

Basically, their company has indeed slumped, with Bardy being the leader, they hope to be able to rebuild the company. However, all of them fail due to Daisha's arrival.

"It's all our fault. We do deserve it," said Dewi, sighing with a long sigh imagining her treatment of Daisha all this time.

Currently, they were gathered in the house of the Goddess. He was forced to return to the house because he was ashamed to face his daughter-in-law. Aleena and her parents accompanied Dewi to discuss the termination of cooperation with their company.

"What's? Why is it our fault? What mistakes did we make?" hardik the woman was not happy.

He stared irately at the Goddess, glaring wide almost both of his eyes leaping out.

"What's? You didn't hear him say what? He said that we ourselves know the answer. Just think by you, have you been making a good contribution to the company? You also bullied the owner. You still don't know what's wrong with you?" The goddess hit him back.

He grunts, grieves unhappily. The hatred for Daisha is growing. Also felt annoyed towards the Goddess who was ostensibly supporting Daisha.

"I don't know how my husband is? Where she is until now I don't know yet" Aleena complained as she dropped her head on the sofa.

The goddess was stunned, she also wanted to see her son. However, everyone said that if someone had been in Areta's hands then it was less likely to survive. For this reason he did not expect, even the authorities seemed to work slowly in the case of the loss of Cakra.

"Your husband is not safe, I urge you to marry again. Don't wait for Cakra because it's unlikely that he'll survive. Don't torture yourself, Aleena," said the Goddess.

He pretended to be strong even though his heart could not accept all that. Then, how else? Other than just resigned to fate that had snatched away his eldest son.

Aleena raised her face, both her eyes reddened and water just fell from her. He cried as he pleased, soaking his head on the sofa. His heart felt like it was being hit by an invisible dagger.

"Maybe right now, it's not just us who are feeling uneasy, but there's a lot more out there. Dareen's wife was ingenious, without words she immediately acted with strong evidence. We who are careless and too absorbed by life so do not realize the destruction is slowly coming closer," said the Goddess so wise.

There was already nothing else they could do other than surrender to fate.

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Elsewhere, a man was agitated. He walked back and forth in the room, the disconnection letter had reached his hand. He didn't know if all that would happen.

"Damn! Why is everything like this? You've always been a pain, Damian. You always have what I want to have, and I can't do what you do. Now, even your son is doing the same. I can't take it. I have to destroy you!" the man frowned while clenching both hands.

He went out of the room, into the barn. Take a shovel and take it away with his car.

"Hmm .. I was lucky to have followed them back then. Until I know where you are buried" he murmured with a hateful smile.

The car drove down the road leading to Daisha's villa, where both his parents as well as Alejandro were buried. Coincidentally, Areta and Laila were not there and were staying at her husband's villa.

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In the middle of the night Daisha felt restless, something disturbed her calmness to make her eyes open so quickly.

She glanced at Dareen who was still asleep, the urge to wake her husband was so strong. Then, turning the view on the hanging wall clock ensures the time.

"Hour one. Should I wake her up?" muttered Daisha with eyes that glanced back at her husband.

He sat up to make their beds creak, harassing the sleeping Dareen. The man felt the existence of the wife, frowning as Daisha's legs were held.

Dareen opened his eyes, narrowing them when he saw his wife.

"Darling, why don't you sleep?" ask her with a raucous voice.

Daisha bites her restless lips, gamang by her own will. Dareen slightly moved when he saw the anxiety on the wife's face.

"Hey, what's wrong? Tell me, what's making you so nervous?" ask her back while bending her elbows holding the weight of the body.

"I suddenly wanted to go to the graves of my father and mother. Can you take me there?" daisha said she could not hide her anxiety.

Dareen smiled, he pulled Daisha's hand that was clinging to each other and grasped it. Staring at the loving wife is also an infinite concern.

The woman said she slept without refuting. However, the anxiety of the heart is becoming more. Eyes are hard to close.

I can't just stay here. I gotta go. Dad, Mom, why is my heart so upset. I gotta go.

Cold sweat pops up, can not be silent because the heart continues to be anxious. Many times looking at Dareen, her husband fell asleep again lulled in the dream.

Daisha slowly raised Dareen's hand from her stomach. Put it on the bolster, get down carefully and walk around snatching the jacket also snatching the car keys.

Daisha made sure her husband was still asleep from behind the open door. Closing it slowly while rushing out of the house. Luckily, Dareen's car was parked a little away from the door.

Daisha drives the car as fast as she can, a deserted, deserted street to be her friend. The street lights seemed to be dancing to her departure.

"I have to be fast, I have to be fast!" he yells at himself.

Daisha stepped on the gas pedal deeper, the worry growing in her heart. He took a mobile phone that was deliberately taken and contacted Mr. Deni and his wife.

"Damn! Why can't Mr Deni be contacted? What the hell is going on over there? Lord, may nothing happen," Daisha asked as she increased the speed of her car.

Turning to another call, neither Areta nor Laila, both could be reached. Daisha slammed her phone in annoyance, continuing to accelerate the speed of the car towards her villa.

Meanwhile in the villa, a man stood while carrying a shovel on his shoulder. Staring at the two mounds under his feet with a sinister smile.

On the other hand, Mr. Deni and his wife were tied to an unconscious tree. The man swung the shovel from the shoulder to the ground. His view did not shift from the two mounds that were there.

"You guys are stupid. I use you for my own sake. I also told him to finish Alejandro off because I knew he was so eager to take his place. Alejandro is richer than you, Damian. I liked him better, but baby, he loves you so much that I had to kill him too even if not with my own hands."

He sighed, the gravestone that said Damian as well as Alejandro who was only a few meters away was now helpless before him. Especially the mafia. He only remains bone fragments that are not wrapped in skin. Can what?

"But even though you have gone far, still your name is respected, exalted, even flattered by all circles. I can't accept that, I don't want you guys to get honorary titles from everyone. Now, I will not allow your bodies to merge with the earth. You guys I have to destroy. Got to! Haha ...."

He swung the shovel in his hand scavenging the mound of earth. Damian's headstone was uncovered and thrown from its place. Thundering in the sky he did not care, lightning struck as if wrathful for what he did. However, it all did not dampen his intention to dig the two tombs.

"Fuck up! Stop, shit!" shouted Mr. Deni while struggling from the bond.

Followed by the wife who also began to realize from fainting.

"Stop, motherfucker! You will definitely get punished, God will punish you!" He screamed again with tears in his eyes.

"Haha .. I don't care! I don't care!" the voice of the man challenged the sky.

"You're so mean, sir. What's wrong, Mr Damian to you? He sacrificed a lot for you during his life, but why do you have so much heart for him" cried Deni's wife hysterically.

The two continue to rebel trying to break away from the bond. Drop by drop water began to fall from the sky, raining down on the earth. He did not care, continuing to dig and dig even though water was falling on his body.

"God will be angry with you, I swear your death will not one cry. You're criminals!" Deni sir shouted back.

They were helpless, just staring with tears over the grave of the master in his digalinya.

"Please don't do that!"

Both of them cry and curse the action of the man.

"Yes God. Miss, come quickly. Come quickly, Miss."

They cry as much as they want.

Daisha struggles with the darkness of a rainy night. Many times his car would crash, but he always managed to avoid it.

Please, be strong for Mom, son. Strong!

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Hi, hi. Sorry the author can't update as usual. This is the last episode of Daisha. Some will go, and some will come. That's how the world is.