Mohabbat
Daisha and Alejandro

"What can you do but sit?"

Someone scolded Daisha fiercely, the woman did not react just turning the eyeball to the side where the person was.

"none. For a blind man like me there's nothing I can do but sit and wait. What else?" sahut Daisha quietly in his seat.

The Goddess and Aleena growled in annoyance, they came to bully Daisha. Both wanted Dareen's wife to leave the house and leave forever.

"It seems he was very brave against Mother. Though Mother was a respected Madam of the World" Aleena quipped as she folded her hands in her stomach.

Daisha who heard a faint smile, remained calm as if nothing was bothering her.

"Basar women do not know themselves. I wonder why Dareen is crazy about you? What exactly did you do to her?" tanya Dewi looked at her daughter-in-law's bitch.

Daisha sighed, looking up at the sky even though she could not see the clouds above. Indeed, he himself did not know and never expected to fall in love so deeply with the figure of Dareen. Moreover, the man loved him and could accept the flaws he had.

"I don't know. I did nothing but love him. For the rest, you can ask my husband the reason. Aren't you his mother? So, do not hesitate to ask him," Daisha said increasingly sowing oil in the fire.

Aleena was shocked to hear it, to the point that her two hands wrapped around her stomach slipped apart and clenched themselves. The Jaw of the Goddess hardened, growing hatred in the heart towards Dareen's wife. She's a blind woman, but behaves like a normal woman. Had it not been blind, perhaps the Goddess would have considered her presence.

"That's it. It's free to talk to him, just make emotions. My blood can rise if it goes on like this every day" said Dewi shaking her hands and leaving Daisha alone.

Aleena stomped her feet in annoyance, she drew closer to Daisha. Her face flushed with emotion, the coldest shredding Daisha's smooth skin.

"You don't know yourself!" he accused with annoyance.

He turned and stepped about to leave, but Daisha's words stopped him for a moment.

"Who does not know himself? It was you or I who forced their way into this family despite being rejected."

Daisha smiled, although the gaze was on the others, but she knew that Aleena was currently turning to her furiously. The woman continued the steps of entering the house shamelessly. Not yet legitimately a wife of Cakra, but there is one roof left.

Daisha shook her head, facing the weak people who were full of envy and spite in her heart, not making Daisha expend the slightest energy. Quite calm and speak according to the facts. That alone was enough to make them unable to resist.

Before long, Bibi appears to bring him a glass of ginger drink that Daisha requested. He sat down to accompany the lady to just chat cheerfully. The workers in the house, reluctant to talk to Daisha because the Goddess forbids it. However, none of this had any effect on Bibi as she was Dareen's personal servant before the accident.

"Mmc ... Miss, may I ask you something? How did you meet the young master?" tanya Aunty opened the conversation.

Daisha sipped a ginger drink in her hand, smiling considering exactly what their meeting was like.

"At that time Laila and I were picking flowers, we accidentally found a body stranded in our flower garden. I thought it was a dead body, but it turns out he's alive and lost his memory. He lived with us all this time" Daisha briefly told them of their meeting.

Aunty smiled at the happiness in both of Daisha's hollow beads. The same happiness he found on Dareen's face.

"Miss, did the young master make you difficult first? He was very spoiled and never did his own work. Even the clothes, I prepared them. I'm just worried that he's troubling you when you live together first" Bibi said with a strange smile from Daisha.

"Not at all. Brother is a diligent man, hardworking and soft-hearted. She didn't even let me lift the flower basket, or do any other heavy work" Daisha replied, reflecting on the old days in the village when they were selling flowers together.

Truly, happiness as before will not be found anywhere. Honey, it all breaks down when a stalker stalks their tavern. Anxiety and fear rule the heart especially when Laila almost dies at the hands of the man.

"I didn't expect the young master to be able to do the job. It's lucky you met you, Miss." Aunt smile.

"I was lucky to find him first. A man with a soft heart, I will never get anywhere. He never insulted me, he never blinded me. He's the only one who never demeans me like people do."

Daisha smiled, remembering Dareen's attitude towards her all along. What his face looked like, he was eager to see. Is it as handsome as Laila said? Is he a foreign man who is sometimes present in dreams.

Their warm conversation is interrupted by the coming of the Cakra. The man drove Bibi away from Daisha's side with a single hand gesture.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to the back to finish the job. Excuse me," said Bibi dibuguki Daisha.

The middle-aged woman moved, looking down for a while before leaving with her head staring at the floor leaving Daisha. The Blind Girl knew someone was standing behind her, she could clearly smell that distinctive body scent. Cakra has been marked Daisha since the village first.

"Have you come to bully me too, Brother-in-law? Why just stand there?" said Daisha who jerked Cakra's body.

The man's eyes squinted suspiciously, guessing who Daisha really was? Not only her, but almost everyone is finding out who Daisha is.

"You deserve a thumbs up. Justjust wonderful. You have such a great sensitivity that you can feel my presence" said Cakra, who slowly eroded the distance.

Daisha smiled, she raised the stick to the front of the body and stacked both hands on the end.

"Tell me who you really are, Blind Girl!" press Cakra after being close enough to the sister-in-law.

Daisha laughed lightly as she said, "Of course I am your sister-in-law, the wife of your dear sister. Who else is it?"

Daisha laughed again and resumed her sentence, "How does the chicken taste? Do you like it? You need to know, brother. That's the food I made it."

The chakras are stretched, both hands are clenched firmly. Is the girl insulting him? Nah! She should know who Daisha really is?

"No need to explain that you're my sister's wife. Just tell me who you are, and what's your goal in marrying Dareen? You need to remember, whatever your plan I will never stay still" Cakra said.

Daisha moved, standing behind her sister-in-law.

"You want to know who I am? I'm afraid your heart will be released when I find out the facts about who I am? Besides, you're wrong to ask, brother. Why don't you ask your future wife what she's up to?" sahut Daisha as he steps away from Cakra.

However, the man was not satisfied, he blocked the steps of the woman.

"You can't leave before you tell me the truth, Daisha. Never twist facts just to hide from me. Tell me who you are!" demand Cakra's impatient.

Daisha sighed and asked, "You want to know? Before I wanted to ask you, did you know the legend of Alejandro? Haha ... I'm sure you know him well, don't you?"

Daisha smiled cynically and resumed her steps. Cakra's body freezes hearing a mana called Daisha. It trembled uncontrollably to the point that a sweat had sprung up flooding his face.

"Alejandro? What's your relationship with him?" Cakra turned around, but Daisha was no longer there.

"Damn! What's he got to do with that guy?"