Mohabbat
I Want to Take It

Moments after the incident behind the house, Areta enters the mansion and finds Dareen alone.

"Where's your wife? Why are you alone?" ask her while dipping to the right and left.

"Auntie, he went to the bathroom" replied Dareen who was always nervous when dealing with Areta.

Before long, Auntie ran up to them with a panicked face. Tell me about Daisha beating up Cakra.

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"He killed my uncle, too, which blinded me. He wants me dead so there won't be any more witnesses to Alejandro's death!"

Daisha's loud, trembling voice snatched everyone's ears. The event that was supposed to be lively and full of happiness, now changed with a scene of revenge. It is like a drama in a movie, where a woman whose life is destroyed by a man comes to avenge and ruin all happiness.

The woman was a bolt of lightning in broad daylight that struck suddenly, ravaging everything, wrecking human pride.

"What did you say? Are you trying to take revenge against my family?" jakak Dewi while standing up.

His face was red, full of wrath. Stepping dragging anger towards Daisha. Do not accept the statement of the son-in-law who has tarnished the good name of Dewantara in front of everyone, especially his social friends.

"Are you trying to get revenge for not being considered a son-in-law? You want to tarnish the good name of your own husband's family by spreading slander like this? Didn't he? Hhmm .. so petty!" Goddesses sneering.

He stared intently at the unrecognized son-in-law, growing hatred in his chest. Rumbled like thousands of horses racing. Until then she will never accept Daisha as a daughter-in-law even though she is already a normal woman.

Meanwhile, Dareen's wife was unmoved. His gaze continued to be fixed on the figure of the man who had forcibly taken his uncle's life. Dodging chakra, Daisha's eyes look really like a blow to her heart.

"You want to get a place in our hearts, huh? You want to be recognized? As a woman of high degree is also honorable, not like this way ... no!"

Dewi glanced at Dareen who was not struggling, the Bungsu just silently listened. His heart begins to doubt Daisha, doubting her changed wife ever since he could see her again. He turned his gaze from the Goddess, looking the other way. To the older brother who was breathing heavily while holding his chest.

"You look at Aleena! He is from a distinguished family, honorable. Act like a respectable and educated woman. Speak with a kind word and be polite. Not like you're squawking about slandering your own sister-in-law. What exactly do you want? You're a nobody and your family isn't clear either."

Daisha reacted, glancing with her mouth tightly locked. Molars clashed with each other, provoked emotions by the words of the mother-in-law.

"Do you guys know? He was just an orphan picked up by my son. A village girl who only sells flowers on the side of the road to meet her needs. Who's family? Who are his parents? Where it came from, no one knows. I don't know what the purpose of getting into my family is? Maybe he's the son of a prostitute who was abandoned by the side of the road. At-_

"Enough, Mistress!" snapped Daisha while clenching her hands tightly. If she could not remember who she was the mother of her husband, then that fist must have floated silencing her presumptuous mouth.

"You can insult me, revile me, trample on my pride. You can hurt me, you can spread untrue rumors about me, you can even call me whatever you want, but never put my parents down. Especially giving a bad name to them. Never ever!"

Daisha shook their heads as their eyes clashed. A sweat flooded his fiery red face, like a licking fire.

"Why? Why can't I demean your family? If indeed they are honorable people, then you do not need to cover it up," said the Goddess still with her haughty attitude.

Daisha closed her eyes, sighed deeply and took it off slowly. She opened her eyes, glanced at her silent husband and let the Goddess censor him. Those eyes rolled on the mother-in-law, blocking sharply right at her two manics.

His lips were smiling, filled with threats. At first glance Dewi shook to hear it, even Dareen turned his hand to the wife. I don't know what his feelings are now.

"How dare you threaten me!"

Daisha caught the hand of the Goddess who was in the air about to slap her. Gripping tightly and lowering it with a post. The goddess grimaced, Dareen made her gurgle.

"I can. I certainly can. I can even destroy the company that belongs to everyone here. I-i can. Well, I can!" press Daisha.

"Enough, Daisha! Let go of my mother!" snapped Dareen while breaking Daisha's hand on her mother.

"Don't you ever hurt her? Besides, what evidence do you have that accuses you of killing your uncle?" hardik Dareen accused Daisha.

The woman was stunned for a moment, completely shocked by the loud voice of her husband. He looked at Dareen with teary eyes and trembling lips. Next, bitter, bitter and bitter laughter squeezed his heart.

Look at Dareen's face, for a moment he felt annoyed at his wife, but when he remembered Daisha's life story he turned regretful. Laughter is an expression of the life he lived all this time.

Daisha stopped the laughter, shrinking the tears. His gaze was again dropped on Dareen, implied disappointment as well as a deep sadness as deep as the love he had for the man.

"of course. Of course you'll defend him. Of course you'll protect your mother. Sure oes. As a dutiful child you are even willing to cover your conscience. Your wife is humbled before everyone, you just shut up. But when I defended myself, you rebuked me. Who else would defend me but myself!"

Daisha closed her eyes for a few seconds, slowly opened again and looked at Dareen disappointed. A smile was engraved on his lips that day he deliberately polished with a nude-colored lipstick.

"You gave me this vision to make it easier for me to find my family's killer, didn't you? I've already found one, but you've been a hindrance to my revenge. Don't worry, I'll still thank you for everything you've done for me. After all, this does not close the fact that he is a murderer" Daisha said with a dewy bead.

"He's my brother, Daisha." Dareen.

"You'll regret what you said, Dareen. One day when it's all revealed, you'll regret it" Daisha said as she held a tremor in her soul.

Areta who was powerless held back, stepped forward. He asks Laila to be with Daisha, so that she calms down.

"Sorry, I interrupted," said Bibi in her graceful style. He stood in front of Daisha, facing the arrogant Goddess.

"Who are you to interfere in this?" ask the Goddess ketus.

"Oh, I guess right now anyone can interfere because we saw it. I'm right, aren't I?" sahut Areta while looking at everyone who gathered in the backyard.

He looked back at the Goddess, wagging his fan covering his face. It was typical of an Areta aka Helen who was known as the Goddess.

"What do you want?"

"Only one, I just want to take her away with me," Areta replied as she pointed at the widened Cakra hearing him.

Not just him, but everyone.