Mohabbat
Struggling

The pressure that Daisha felt on her head, did not make the girl grimace or whimper in pain at all. He remained silent even though that presumptuous hand was gripping his chin.

Daisha smiled sinisterly as a heavy breath hit her facial skin, rubbing her ears. He knows who did that to him.

"What is your relationship with that man?" ask her with a heavy voice again hoarse.

Bursting emotions had taken hold of him, hardened jaws, heavy hunting breaths, and blackened facial skin. His hand was getting stronger pulling Daisha's wavy hair.

A moment of silence, Daisha launched an attack. He spat in the face of the owner of the presumptuous hand until his grip was released.

"Damn! Disgusting woman!" He cursed while standing rubbing spit on his face.

Daisha laughed out loud, an effective attack to rid herself of her presumptuous.

"You think it will be easy to bully me, Brother-in-law? Not as easy as you might think!" Daisha fingered the cane, standing slowly with courage.

Damnit damnit! Why isn't he so easily repressed?

Someone who is none other than that chakra, squinting displeased eyes. Find a way to defeat Daisha.

"Why are you so curious about my relationship with that man? Are you scared? Haha ...."

Daisha laughed again. While Cakra clenched his hands firmly preparing to attack his sister-in-law.

"Alejandro is amazing. He always managed to make his opponent tremble like you, even just hearing his name has made you cranky like now. Shit!" cibir Daisha further ignited the emotions in the soul of Cakra.

The insolent! I cannot accept this humiliation. That blind man! He's also arrogant, he thinks he'll be able to fight me? While looking, he was unable to.

Cakra launched an attack, with clenched hands he attacked Daisha's face. However, the Blind Girl managed to fend off her attacks, even turning things around. There was a struggle between the two people, the backyard that was deliberately made quiet by Cakra, became a battlefield for them.

Every attack that was launched by the man was always successfully dispelled by Daisha so that none of his punches managed to touch the body of the sister-in-law. There were twice Daisha's punches on her face.

The blind girl swung her wand, brushed off Cakra's hand, with her foot she kicked the brother-in-law's chest until it sprawled on the grassy ground.

Sreth!

The movement is so fast, whether when the stick is floating, know the tip is already right at the neck of Cakra. Once pricked, he'll never be able to wiggle again for good.

Daisha smiled cynically. The steps were slow, but piercing. Without hesitation, he stomped on Cakra's chest, pressing him down to make the man grimace. Do not forget the blood that began to dry at one corner of his lips. He's losing a landslide.

"You want to know my relationship with him? He is my uncle. Uncle of my father. Why did he come to Indonesia? One reason, to avenge the deaths of my parents. Unfortunately, he betrayed his own friend for trusting him too much."

Daisha bowed, intimidating enough even though the two eyes did not lead to Cakra. Hearing the reality he wanted to know, Cakra turned his head in disbelief. He gulped his hard-earned saliva, nervous as well as afraid beginning to fill the recesses of his heart.

"A person whose life is dependent can easily betray. For that, I never trusted anyone, including everyone in this house." Daisha pressed every word she said.

"That means you don't trust your husband either?"

"Aragh!"

Cakra screamed as Daisha pressed deeper into her chest.

"My husband's an exception. I've been living with him for a few months, of course I know how he is? Don't ever think you'll easily influence us. Remember this well, dare you touch my husband, then I will not hesitate to expose all your secrets in front of Father-in-law. Anyway ...."

"Aragh!"

"If you want that position, why don't you ask your dad to be okay. Talk to him with acceptable logic. Never attack from behind like a coward. Doing various ways, even cruelly planning the murder of his own younger brother. Hm ...."

Daisha flicked her lips, she turned around and left the backyard. Where's he looking for a way? Dareen hasn't shown her the place. Relying on instinct as well as the swing of the cane, he searched for a path while recalling the direction Cakra dragged him earlier.

Meanwhile in place, Cakra was still lying on the grass. Regulate the breath that stinged and chest that feels tight due to the hit of Daisha's legs. Both of his eyes glanced sharply at the distant figure while fumbling about it.

"He's like most blind people, but why is he so strong. He could also figure out the direction the attack was coming from and fend it off. I have to be more careful, especially if he is the nephew. How come? Doesn't Alejandro have no brothers? Ah, shit!"

Cakra slammed his head, looking up at the clear-looking sky. The sun was only rising as a fraction, the rays were warm, but the turbulent anger in Cakra's chest was already boiling like water on a furnace.

He shrank the corners of his porridge, the red liquid had already dried up. Looks blue and feels painful. He got up while enduring pain all over his bones especially his back. Weak!

While Daisha managed to find her way even in a different place. The aunt who was cleaning the kitchen gasped to see her employer's wife suddenly emerge from the back door in a state of chaos.

"Mrs!" pekik Bibi as he rushed to Daisha.

"Auntie? You're that?" Daisha asked with a trembling voice. He even shed tears, looking terrified.

"Yes, Madam. Its me. What the hell's going on? Why are you showing up from behind in this mess?" ask Aunt worried.

Daisha hugged the middle-aged woman, crying shedding the fear she had been holding back. Aunt was stunned, for the rest of her life working in that house, this was the first time the master hugged her without hesitation. No distance separates them, Daisha longs for a mother's embrace.

Doubtfully Bibi returned her embrace, rubbing the woman's vibrating back. A warm feeling flowed throughout his veins, slowly the heart began to rediscover its calmness. The trauma that he had lost with great difficulty, came back to incarnate like a nightmare.

Luckily, he met with Auntie. A warm hug as well as a gentle sweep on his back managed to shake off the fear due to the trauma that came suddenly.

"Oh, don't cry. Aunty take you to the room" said Bibi softly.

Daisha took off a hug, wiped away the tears and nodded. Led by Bibi, he climbed the stairs with his legs limp. Daisha was stunned on the tenth rung of the ladder as Cakra flashed beneath her.

"What's up, Madam?" ask Aunt worried.

Daisha shook her head as she continued her steps towards the room. Aunty even helped him lie down and covered the body. The middle-aged woman was stunned when she saw the scratches and bruises on Daisha's legs.

"Wait a minute, ma'am. I'll be back soon, "Aunti said.

He left for a while and returned with a medicine box and warm water.

"What exactly has happened, madam?" aunty asked while cleaning up the scratches on Daisha's leg.

"Someone tried to hurt me, Bi. I don't know because I can't see" Daisha replied.

Auntie was stunned to hear it, thinking about Aleena hating Daisha, and there was a Goddess who refused her presence. Are those two guys? Too bad, there's no cctv installed in that backyard.

"Who dares to do this to the Madam. Really, he's digging his own grave."

Daisha smiled, there were still those who cared in the house for her other than her husband and father-in-law.