Mohabbat
Disillusioned

Hearing Areta's request, Aleena did not accept. Somehow his feelings say Areta will take Cakra away. What the woman will do, no one knows.

"What do you mean?" ketus Dewi saw Areta was not happy. The look in his eyes sneered, feeling his most powerful and highest degree.

"Lack obvious as it seems. I'll take the killer with me. What else?" areta explained her request.

The goddess turned her back, as did the dareen and Aleena. He glanced at Cakra, the man shook his head refusing Areta's request. His eyes glared at the mother to save her from the woman's wishes.

The goddess growled, turning wrath at Areta who remained unmoved in the slightest.

"What right do you have to take my son?" ask Goddess.

Areta chuckled, her head shaking while she smiled at her thin lips.

"Hak? You're talking about rights, madam? Then what right do you have to hold a murderer? While he must accept the punishment for his actions," said Areta.

His calm demeanor further ignited the emotions of the Goddess who had already reached her peak. He walked up to Daisha's aunt, and slapped a pretty slap if he landed well on Areta's cheek.

However, the hand stopped in mid-air, restrained and unable to move any further. Areta chuckled at the expression of the Goddess who growled, but could not be channeled.

"You will never be able to touch me, Madam Dewantara. It won't be!" whispered Areta while throwing the hand was strong enough that Dewi retreated while grimacing holding her wrist.

"Mother!" Dareen rushed to her mother, holding her body from falling to the ground.

The goddess thrashed until Dareen's hands were released from her body. He stood up straight again, maintaining arrogance.

"He's my son, until whenever I won't give it to you," joked Dewi still defending his son.

Areta smiled, opened her fan and covered her face. Stepping gracefully like a model. Just a few feet from its original place.

"He is now mine, I will carry him with me or without my permission" Areta said with a serious face.

"No! You have no right to take him!" the Goddess shouted while crying in annoyance.

"From now on you keep talking about rights. I am entitled because he has forcibly taken my husband's life. He has to take responsibility for what he did, and you can't get in the way."

The goddess dropped her jaw, her eyes flickering in disbelief. Husband? The husband said that surprised her.

"He's my husband. You can't take him, I'm pregnant and he'll soon be a father. Don't take my husband!" aleena screamed as she hugged Cakra who had already resigned to her destiny.

Areta looked away, staring indifferently at the pregnant woman. For him, the debt of life must still be paid by life, and he does not intend to give Cakra ease to die.

"I don't care. You just ask him, does he care about the family of the man he killed? Did he think of the wife and son he took his life for? Ask him, does he care? Does he care?!" snapped Areta fiery.

The usually meek woman, now could not help her own feelings. The news of the death of her husband that she heard without seeing the body even for the last time really frustrated Areta. He has no intention of pardoning Alejandro's killer.

"You are indeed a great slanderer. He said that Cakra killed his uncle, and you said that he killed your husband. It's great! Are you working together to ruin my family's good name? I'm taking this case to the legal realm. Just look, you'll get punished," threatened Dewi not to mess around.

Instead of being scared, Areta laughed. Daisha even smiled, as if unafraid of the threat. He doesn't care if he has to languish in a bui that is important the murderers are already getting punished.

"Punishment? I'm not scared at all. You need to know, Madam. What he killed was my husband and his uncle. Alejandro raised your son from being a nobody to being now. Then, what's the payoff? Death? Is worth it? Nah! Today no one can prevent me!" areta shouted out loud.

Everyone was staring at that. Those who had always humbled Areta in the society, immediately paled so knowing who she was.

"Bring him up, and tie him up where he killed my husband!" the order is not to whom.

The five people approached the place of Cakra, Aleena's cries grew more and more. He hugged the body of the chakras tightly. Refusing to part with her husband.

"Don't! Don't take my husband!" said beg.

However, they did not care, and only heard orders from aunt Daisha alone. Two people pulled out Cakra's hand, the other one separated Aleena. The woman fell on the ground and screamed for her husband.

"Don't bring my son!" The goddess shouted out loud.

He was after them, but one of the men blocked him. Dareen growled, continuing to run to prevent them from carrying the chakras. However, his steps are stopped when Daisha gets in the way.

"You can't prevent Aunt from bringing them. If you want to prevent it then you must confront me first!" daisha said as she put up the horses to prepare against Dareen.

The man glanced at the entourage carrying Cakra, then clucked in annoyance as his wife became a hindrance.

"You're my wife and I can't hurt you. That's my brother, Daisha. I have to stop them, get out of the way!" sahut Dareen restrained the emotional overflow in the chest.

Daisha straightened her legs again, looking at Dareen in disbelief. The radiance of disappointment was still clearly visible in his two brightly lit manics. This is not what he really wants.

"He killed my uncle. Do you remember your old promise, you said you'd help me find their killer. For that you want me to see immediately. Now, I've found one. Why are you a hindrance to me?" sentak Daisha reminded Dareen on his promise first.

All this was beyond Dareen's expectations, he never expected that the killer Daisha was looking for was his own sister. Dareen is in a dilemma, between fulfilling his promised obligations or saving his brother.

"Dareen, hurry up and prevent them from bringing your brother!" the Goddess shouted in panic as the people had left the backyard.

Dareen reacts, but Daisha quickly prevents the. She beat her husband back without hesitation. The husband who betrayed her.

"Daisha! I'm your husband!" snapped Dareen with sharpened eyes.

"I don't want to hurt my husband, but I'm preventing someone from getting in my way" Daisha said, shaking with her disappointed face.

Laila could not do anything, just look with tears falling down. The happiness of the brother must be melted with the bitter reality. Areta sighed, stepped closer to Daisha and rubbed the woman's shoulder.

"Leave this place, leave that useless man. Follow with Auntie, until whenever she will remain a barrier," said Areta successfully make Dareen gasp.

"You can't take her, she's my wife!" he clenched it with both hands clenched.

Areta took a step forward, looking at Dareen who was consumed by emotion.

"I'm her aunt, didn't I tell you. If you dare to hurt her, I will not hesitate to take Daisha with me. Now, reflect on your mistakes. After that, you can come get him!" concluded Areta while turning around while holding the hands of Daisha and Laila.

"No! Daisha!"

Dareen ran, but the two Aretas quickly prevented him. Daisha turned around, looking disappointed at the man. Maybe the distance will make him aware of the reality must be accepted as bitter as anything.

"Report to the police, hurry!" the Goddess cried out in frustration.

However, instead of sympathizing, everyone just left the place. Dareen collapsed on the ground, regretting his actions. Aleena cried while holding her stomach helped by both parents.

The goddess sobbed after the men, but her legs felt limp unable to move anymore. He fell unconscious.

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Sorry author didn't come up last night. The condition of the body that suddenly drops. Thank you so much for everything.