Mohabbat
At That Time ....

Someone got out of the plane, walking with some men behind him. He looks handsome and classy with his cool three-piece suit. White shirt wrapped in black blazer, combined with matching subordinates also shiny shoes. Do not forget the white fedora that covers the head, adding a masculine impression on the figure.

The motorcade continued to walk out of the airport to a car that had been waiting for him. Enter without saying much, sitting dashingly like a glorified king.

The car sped off the airport to a magnificent house in the number of Jakarta cities.

"Sir, are we going straight to our destination?" The driver asked carefully.

The man glanced over, the cigar on his lips smoking, and he let go before answering the driver's question. Who is undaunted, just by his glance alone is already life threatening.

"Don't stop anywhere!" Quite clear and that was the only time he spoke.

There will be no more questions until they reach their destination. Sturdy tall gates painted in black were wide open when their cars arrived. The workers inside had even been lined up waiting for his arrival.

He came out after the door opened one of them. Look one by one at the workers in the mansion, including the women.

"Where is he?" his tan with a masculine voice sounded heavy and hoarse.

"Miss in his room, sir. He did not want to eat anything, and only confined himself for these three days," replied one of the female workers with her lowered body again trembling.

The man sighed, staring at the quiet interior of the house. Usually, the little girl would welcome him when he came to the house. This changed due to the murder of his parents. He stepped up, knocking his feet on the floor intimidated the workers enough.

"Just wait! I'll go in by myself!" he said to the people who walked after him.

"Good, Sir."

The men continued their steps up the stairs one by one. Memories after memories of the cheerful little girl sprung up in the mind. He misses his hugs, his babbles, as well as all his potent attitudes.

The grudge burns even more in the soul, finding a bitter reality that takes away all their happy memories. He stood in front of a door with a hanger of a doll.

Smiling bitterly, the owner inside the room shut himself in and left his cheerful world.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Leave me alone! I don't want to do anything!" The voice from within sounded shrill and pitiful. Welcomed sobs, crying bitterly, calling his father and mother.

"Darling, this is Uncle. You don't want to meet this uncle of yours?"

The man said softly, seducing the little girl in the room. Silent. No more legalities. He tried again, then he was forced to break down the door of the room.

"Darling, Daisha! This is Uncle, son. Open the door, we have to talk" he said, preparing to break the little girl's door.

Check it!

The sound of a lock rang out, the door opened slowly. A little girl with a disheveled appearance stood lowered in front of him. Her face was puffy, her eyes were swollen and red, her hair was tangled in a mess. He looked thinner than before.

"Darling!" The man crouched down before him, staring sadly at the only niece he had.

Little Daisha raised her face, looking at her uncle. Lips pale and quivering, looking pitiful. Water fell from her eyes, sadness clearly reflected on that beautiful face.

"Uncle!"

"Daisha! Sweetheart! Holy jeez!"

Daisha's body was quickly lifted, running back down the stairs.

"We're going to the hospital, quick!"

That day, the hospital was shocked by the arrival of the respected mafia, Alejandro. Daisha was given special services, well cared for in the hospital.

The mobster's grudge burns him, Daisha is the only witness to the murder of Damian and his wife. The little girl should not fall, let alone be weak. He had to grow strong in order to protect himself.

****

Alejandro's arrival restores the figure of little Daisha, training her to become strong. All the physical training, the knowledge of everything he knew, he taught Daisha, even about recognizing all kinds of poisons.

Under her upbringing, Daisha grows up to be a strong and intelligent girl, nor is she easily bullied.

However, things change, when Daisha accidentally sees Alejandro with someone younger than her. On the hill behind his villa, Daisha's eyes witnessed how his uncle was shot dead.

"UNCLE!"

His screams drew the attention of the workers there, the man who killed Alejandro turned his head and immediately ran away from the villa.

Daisha chased after him, they had been involved in a fierce struggle. However, the criminal managed to escape to his car.

Daisha continued to chase, running the other way to get ahead of her. Just then, he had just arrived on the road, the criminal's car had crashed into him. Daisha's body bounced, her head hitting the asphalt of the road.

He had seen his figure that was getting increasingly blurry and dark. After that I don't remember anything anymore.

****

"That's the story, Auntie. I know who killed Uncle, I also know who killed father and mother. I saw them, but the accident blinded me and made me weak. I decided to leave Jakarta and go into seclusion in a remote village" Daisha concluded.

Areta who heard him sobbing. Regret builds up in the heart, slowly vengeance fills it. He was determined to find the criminals.

"Honey, Aunt is so sorry. Alejandro invited Bibi to fly to Jakarta, but because of work made Bibi refuse his invitation. If time could be turned, Bibi would like to go back to that time" Areta said, crying.

Daisha touched the woman's hand, grasped it warmly, she smiled understandingly.

"No longer a pity now, Aunt. Crying won't bring my uncle and parents back. This is why uncle trained me, he wanted me to grow strong in order to survive in this cruel world. Aunt, my husband has got an eye donor. When I can see later, I'll find them" Daisha said, clenching their hands.

Areta raised her face, staring at Daisha's bead which exuded a strong determination. He was right, this moment was not the time to cry over what had happened. Areta clasps Daisha's hand, and they team up to find the killers.

"Auntie will not remain silent. We will both look for him and give them the right reply. The debt of life is paid for by life."

Daisha nodded in agreement, no matter when the operation will be carried out, she was impatient. Daisha is not alone anymore, she is with Areta at the moment.

They were in Alejandro's villa, where Daisha saw the man being toppled by someone. This morning, Areta picked him up and asked Dareen for permission to take him for a walk.