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"Auntie!"

Daisha held the hand of the middle-aged woman who was treating the bruise on her leg. He turned his head, looking at his master with a shrunken forehead.

"What's up, Madam?" tanyanya.

Daisha smiled, slowly untangling the touch of their hands before saying her request, "Auntie, please don't tell Big Brother about the cause of this wound. If he asks just tell me I fell slipping."

Aunty was stunned, her head shaking heartlessly. In his heart he would indeed complain to Dareen, but now he was worried for himself. Daisha asks him to be dishonest.

"Auntie, please! Don't tell me the truth" Daisha said.

Aunty turned away from looking at her face, sighing heavily while looking down at the bruise on the master's white leg.

"Alright, but if it's too far I will say it to you. The madam couldn't ask me to hide everything," Auntie said she couldn't bear to see Daisha being treated arbitrarily.

The blind girl smiled, nodding understandingly giving an exception. After all, he felt that from that day on, no one would dare to bother him anymore.

"Open up! Where are you? Why is my kitchen so messy!"

The screams of the Goddess echoed up to Daisha's room. Aunty turned her back, the movement of her hand that was compressing the bruise on the master's leg stopped because of it.

"Go, Bi. Don't let the lady get angry with Auntie" Daisha said, taking a small towel from her hand.

"Thank you, Madam. If so, I'm sorry."

The woman quickly got up and ran down the stairs after closing the door to Daisha's room. On the first floor, the Goddess was waiting while shaking her waist. Aunty gulped her own saliva with great difficulty, slowed her steps, walked with her head bowed.

"What are you doing up there? Why leave your job?!" the Goddess snapped as soon as Aunt was in front of her.

The woman's body trembled by itself, the fingers interlocked in front, feeling damp from sweat. Nervous and afraid of the strict temperament of the Goddess.

"M-sorry, Nyo-mrs. I'm from the young master's room escorting the young mistress because her leg was injured," Auntie replied timidly.

The goddess frowned, but did not relax her tense muscles. His eyes were sharp, piercing.

"Reason!" his lips.

Aunt raised her face, shaking quickly.

"No, Mistress. Earlier, the young mistress in .. ah, slipped in the backyard and her leg was scratched as well. I helped him to go to his room and slightly treat his injuries. Really, Mistress. I'm not lying" Bibi said again despite her fear, explaining.

The goddess lowered her hands from the waist, growing more wrathful because of Aunt's words.

"Bad! How dare you chimed in on my words!"

"Mother!"

Dareen's rebuke stopped Mother's hand that had been airborne about to slap Aunt. The middle-aged woman lowered her head with her body shaking violently. The sweat was mixed with the tears that were falling.

The goddess lowered her annoyed hands, turning to the youngest who stepped into the house.

"Why would you slap Auntie? What mistakes did you make?" tanya Dareen stared dislikefully at her mother.

He embraced Aunt's shoulders, calming the woman who had nurtured him since childhood.

"He dared to argue with Mom. Sticking with Mother's words makes no sense," said the Goddess as she grunted in annoyance.

He turned away from Dareen, upset that his emotions could not be shed.

"Reason? What reason?" Dareen frowned confused.

"What's? Just ask him. The kitchen is like a battlefield, a mess. Scattered equipment hasn't been tidied up, but he's cool in your room with the Blind!" replied Mom with a high tone.

"She's my wife, Mom, and she has a name. If you don't want to think of him as a daughter-in-law, at least don't call him a bad call!" Dareen was inflamed, but did not raise his voice.

"Then, do I have to call him princess? That so?" The goddess did not lower her emotions at all. Nor did it cover up his hatred for Daisha.

Dareen clenched her hands withstanding the explosive emotional turmoil. It felt like the anger he had been suppressing all this time had reached its peak and could explode at any moment.

He sighed, exhaling slowly. Unraveling all the emotions that almost controlled his heart and soul.

"Huh, stop. It's free to talk to Mom." Dareen turned to Aunt, the woman still lowered her head not daring to raise her face.

"Say what's up, Bi? Why are you so angry? And why did Aunt leave the job?" ask Dareen gently and carefully.

Aunty increasingly shook, both the Goddess eyes bulged wide almost leaping out. Dareen understood what her nanny was feeling. He rubbed Auntie's shoulders softly.

"Tell me, Bi. Don'tbeafraid. Does this have anything to do with Daisha?" ask Dareen again.

"Ta-tadi, her young nyo slipped. Her legs were scratched and bruised, I left work for helping the young mistress to rest in her room. I beg your mercy, Madam!" aunty said as she pleaded.

Dareen boughtak, anxiety immediately filled the recesses of his heart. He tried to calm his heart, closing his eyes while sighing.

"Easy, Mom. Let Aunt get back to work and I'll do what you want to do."

Dareen ended their dispute, he asked Bibi back on the job and told Dewi to return to her room. With a thousand steps, the man ran to his room.

Opening the door quickly and violently to hit the wall of the room, making Daisha who had just been lying down to rest jerk in surprise.

"Daisha!"

"Sister! What was? Something happen? Why open the door so hard?" ask Daisha while sitting down.

Dareen looked at the wife with trembling lips, glanced at the blanket-covered leg, wanting to immediately see the wound that Aunt had said. He ran, grabbed the blanket and threw anything.

Dareen was stunned when she saw for herself the wound that Aunt meant. He glanced at the nightstand, there was a face as well as a wet towel following the medicine box. It must have been Auntie who did it.

Sitting at the wife's feet, Daisha waited quietly for what her husband would do.

"Did it hurt?" asked Dareen while rubbing a blue bruise plan on his wife's legs.

Daisha shook her head with lips kept smiling.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Aunty had already compressed it," she said as she held Dareen's hand rubbing her leg.

"It-it ...."

Dareen stopped on the wound that covered the plaster.

"It's okay, just a scratch. Auntie's been treating him. Relax, I'm not that weak. It's just a small wound won't make me cry" Daisha said, gently pulling her husband's hand.

Dareen raised his face, looking at the wife who looked fine. He did not look in pain, his sweet lips still smiled to calm Dareen's heart.

"Are you in the backyard? Don't go to a place where I haven't taken you yet" Dareen asked as she gently cupped Daisha's face.

He kissed his wife's forehead while hugging her warmly.

"I just wanted to know, but accidentally stepped on a wet floor and slipped," Daisha replied lying.

Dareen nodded, understanding his wife. Daisha takes off her hug, a little wonder why Dareen is back home.

"Why did my sister come home? Is there anything left?" ask Daisha.

"none. I just feel bad and really want to go home to see you. Apparently, something happened to you. I will be at home today with you alone," replied Dareen as he pulled Daisha's head into the deck.

That day, there was nothing they did but satisfy themselves in the room.