Mohabbat
Love

Daisha's car entered the villa area, the anger that had been stirred up at once peaked and overflowed. A foreign car was parked not far from the front yard of the villa. The thing hit him without thinking about his own safety. Daisha came out, she knew where the owner of the car was.

His hand swiftly grabbed a block of wood, and dragged it full of emotion. The sound of someone hoeing the wet ground caught his ear senses. The gurgling water that descended was unheeded, the pajamas that wrapped their bodies had been wet by the exposure of water from the sky.

All that he does not care, his wish is to immediately find the car owner who is definitely him.

"That's right!" he murmured when he saw a man digging his father's grave.

Daisha walked quickly and without a sound, the beam in her raised hand preparing for her to bang on the man's head.

"Dead you!"

Bugh!

The wooden beam was swung right at his nape, he fell down and the shovel in his hand was thrown in the other direction. So powerful was Daisha's blow that blood seeped from the back of the man's head.

"Damn! You came too," he said overwhelmed.

He rose from the ground, standing though unbalanced. Laughing at Daisha who was standing opposite to him.

"You're still dissatisfied after killing my parents? What do you want with digging their graves? You are cruel!" snapped Daisha.

Emotions that rule the soul make his voice depressed in the throat.

The man was still laughing, out loud hearing Daisha's curse.

"Ending is not enough! He must be wiped off the face of the earth, I do not want his body intact. I want that body destroyed without a trace. It's ruined!"

He laughed again, his hands wide open letting rain water fall on his body. A looking face defied the sky, no matter the lightning continued to strike fiercely.

Daisha's tears are mixed with rain. He stepped slowly by tightly grasping the wooden beam in hand.

"You enjoy everything my father has. Dad wakes you up, I lend you money, everything you have you use freely, even I don't hesitate to raise your degree to honorable caste. Then, what do you give to avenge all that my father did? Death, betrayal, pain are also disappointed. You're just selfish without caring about those who have sacrificed so much for you."

The distance between them is getting eroded, and visibility is limited because the darkness of the night is also exposed to increasingly heavy rainwater. Daisha stood before him, but the man could not see clearly. In addition to the circumstances also because he felt dizzy in the head due to the previous hit Daisha.

Bugh!

The second punch landed right in the recess of the man's neck earlier. He fell sprawled, his vision diminished, the pain in the neck was excruciating.

She whimpers, grimaces, complains, but Daisha doesn't care. Dareen's wife cared about her ears not wanting to hear the screams of her pain.

"From you!"

Daisha held next to the man's feet, dragging him violently and without mercy.

"Pardon me .. forgive me. a-I regret. Help me, I'm sorry!" please the man with a stern voice and a loud breath.

However, the woman did not want to hear his plea. Keep dragging the body and throwing it into Damian's half-digged grave. He fell, and part of his body was buried in mud mixed with rainwater.

He sat down, cupped his hands together and begged, "To-please forgive me, son. We are not family. As a family, we have to forgive each other. Please, Daisha, I'm sorry."

He almost stood up if Daisha had not kicked him.

"You're gonna rot in there with my father's body, Bardy. She must be happy to see you dead in her grave, "the fierce Daisha clasped the wooden block even tighter.

Bardy crept up and was about to get back up, but Daisha swung the beam right at her head.

"You killed my father!"

Bugh!

Bardy bounced to the side.

"You killed my mother!"

Daisha hit her head again until she fell and hit the wall of the tomb behind. The woman jumps down and comes face to face with Bardy, her father-in-law.

"You even killed my sister whom I haven't seen. You motherfucker!"

Punch after punch received Bardy without pause.

"I'm my in-law, Daisha." Steady he said it.

"I don't care."

"You're a killer!"

"You must die!"

Daisha continued to beat Bardy until her body was helpless.

****

In his home, Dareen is preoccupied with the absence of Daisha. Coincidentally Dewi visited in the morning blind because he wanted to apologize to his daughter-in-law.

"Where did your wife go?" tanya Dewi panicked to find Daisha.

"I don't know, Mom ...."

Dareen was stunned, given Daisha's request last night to be escorted to the villa.

The goddess hands over her car keys and they immediately go to Daisha's villa.

"Isn't this your car?" ask the Goddess as soon as they arrive at the villa.

"True, I've guessed he's determined to go alone" Dareen replied as he unfastened his seatbelt and went down to make sure it was his.

The goddess came down with an umbrella to protect herself from the rain.

"Isn't that your father's car?" Dewi approaches the car that Daisha hit.

"true."

I found my father's killer.

Both of Dareen's eyes widened, instantly understanding why Bardy's car was there.

"Sir Deni? Where are the men guarding the villa?" murmured while taking the Goddess to the backyard of the villa.

"Aragh!"

Their steps came to a halt when they heard a scream echoing in the rain.

"You hear? It's like your father's voice" said Dewi while sharpening his ears to listen to the screams earlier.

Without answering, Dareen brought the Goddess to the back of the villa. There, in a tomb, Daisha is seen beating someone.

"Sir Deni?" Dareen screeches to meet the bound man.

"Please, Sir. Miss can kill him, "pinta sir Deni very much.

"You must die!"

At once Dareen and Dewi turned their heads, both holding their breath seeing a wooden beam that was lifted high and then slammed Daisha hit Bardy's head.

"No!"

"Daisha!"

Both of the woman's shoulders rose and fell rapidly before her body retreated and fell into the wall of the tomb. Daisha still glanced at Bardy who was lying stiff with blood pooling in the grave of the father.

"He deserved to die! He must die!" racau Daisha with a view that does not change from the figure of Bardy who is not in the form of.

The goddess walked quickly and turned her back to see the body of the husband who was almost unrecognizable.

"You killed my husband? You ...."

The Goddess' tears fell by themselves, she retreated a few steps while holding her breath. The umbrella fell out of his hand. Meanwhile, Dareen approached. Couldn't bear to see his father's body, but more could not bear to see Daisha who raved alone exactly like a madman.

"Honey. Just stop! Come, ride with me, "pinta Dareen while taking Daisha's body from the grave.

Dareen hugged his wife, staring at the worried father. What's he supposed to do?

"You have to take responsibility and turn yourself in to the police. Well, you must be caught," cried the fiery Goddess.

"Then, why don't you ask your husband to turn himself in to the police? What he did was more cruel than this. He ... massacred one family. If I hadn't been hidden by Mom, I might have been with them." Daisha vibrates.

"My father, my mother, my sister who was still in the womb was killed without mercy. Without my father, he is nothing. The treasure you have now, would never have existed without my father's intervention. Your company, all of it was built by my father as a gift of friendship between them, but your husband was willing to repay it with treason."

Dareen also shuddered to hear Daisha's words. He never knew the facts about it all. The problem that happened was not as simple as it was in his mind.

"I witnessed for myself how cruel the man killed everyone I cared about, including my uncle."

Daisha leaned her head against her husband's chest, sobbing to shed the sadness she had been alone. Pretending to be strong to cover up your weaknesses. Pretending to be tough, but fragile.

The goddess was stunned to hear that fact, Bardy never told her about it at all. So, she considers Daisha's remarks as just an excuse for her to escape responsibility.

"I can't believe you have to stay accountable to the authorities. I'm going to call the police" Dewi said, pulling the phone out of the bag.

"If you call the authorities, you'll see me in prison. I won't let my wife crouch in there. Nah! He will never leave, and I will take his responsibility. Daisha was just defending herself, after all did you not see what the man was doing? He dug up my second in-law's grave, ma'am. This is an unforgivable crime" Dareen said, holding Daisha tightly to protect her.

"What do you mean?" The goddess asked.

"I mean, to make amends for what you did first. I'll turn myself in to the police. After all, Daisha can't go there. He has to stay at home taking care of our son" Dareen said, rubbing Daisha's stomach.

Their eyes met, a radiance full of love clearly visible in both eyes of the man. He smiled, kissed the wife's friendly forehead splashed with Bardy's blood.

In her place, the Goddess was stunned. Hearing the word child, it means Daisha is pregnant and she will have grandchildren. The phone call with the authorities was turned off, and Daisha was canceled after hearing the son's words.

****

Without waiting for tomorrow morning, Dareen helped Deni cover the tomb that Bardy dug. The two also asked for help from several parties to take care of Bardy's body and bury it there. It's okay, let them meet there and finish the unfinished there anyway.

Day after day passed without any obstacles means, the Goddess who slowly realized everything apologized to Daisha. As time went on, life changed. Happiness touches both, their love so firmly built, inseparable. Fused in a great taste.

Until the birth of their eldest daughter, a healthy and beautiful baby girl. They named her Teena Zahera.

\=TAMAT\=

Thanks to everyone. Finally finished too.