Mohabbat
Mafia Families

"Mother! Mommy ...." Dareen shouted, but no one heard.

"Call ambulance! Hurry along!"

The high voice was shrill in despair, like the neighing of a donkey that was on the verge of death. Tears were unceasingly falling, mixed with the sweat that was also rushing. It's tangled and unsightly. Really, he's alone now.

Her aunt Dewi and Aleena were rushed to the hospital and received intensive care. Dewi's condition dropped due to too much shock, and Aleena almost lost her baby, while Dareen was like an undead who was stunned alone.

His gaze was void on the empty air, no despair was emanated. Tears welled up in a pit full of regret. He who promised his wife, he was also unable to keep it.

Dareen sobbed when she remembered the disappointment of both Daisha beads. He saw a deep sadness in it. Who gave it? Her. Yes, the man who promised to keep his smile.

"Daisha, I'm sorry, honey. Please, don't go far. No!" he nodded while covering his face.

He was in front of the IGD room waiting for the medical team to deal with the two women along with two others who held grievous grief.

"Why are you lamenting that wicked woman? He has caused your mother pain and almost killed my granddaughter even my son's life was almost lost because of it. Such a woman does not deserve to be lamented. Besides, I didn't expect that the Dewantara family had the son of a murderer. Unfortunately my son's fate had to marry a murderer" Aleena's mother said, shrinking her tears.

Dareen bergeming did not say, the supposedly festive baby welcoming party changed dramatically changed titles with a killer welcoming party. He lowered his head, Daisha's shadow continued to dance on the crackle, haunting his mind.

He wanted to run and go to his wife's house. Prostrate apologizing, and get back to the way you were. Forgetting the incident, then living life as usual. Can it? The wound was clearly visible there, radiating through the always peaceful and soothing look of the eye.

Will he find it back? Or will he never see her again?

"I'm sorry, my wife."

Regardless of what the woman said, Dareen continued to wail. Sobbing while covering his face. The shadow of Daisha's disappointment really broke her heart. Desperate to drink happily, keep it away from the word peace.

"You really don't care about your own family, Dareen. Your mother was dying inside, and your sister was taken away somewhere? You even care to mourn that demonic woman. Where's your conscience, Dareen? You love that trashy woman more than your own family."

He didn't care if there was Bardy there he wouldn't be sitting there waiting.

"I wonder at you, Dareen. You care more about that blind woman than you do about your mother. There really is no feeling" he continued, clucking.

He sighed thinking about his son's fate. The husband on the side was calming, but his anger was completely overflowing and difficult to control. Dareen opened her hand and clenched it.

His heart could not accept Daisha being insulted. He found his figure as a jewel in the middle of the crush of street gravel. Awake dsn holy, always calming when wailing, and smiling when problems befall. Daisha always has a solution when she is dead-end in finding a way. He will never find a woman like her again.

"She's my wife, and she's a respectable woman. You must remember, Madam, how your daughter behaved before marrying Big Brother. He was even more despicable and more deserving of being called trash. Not my wife" Dareen firmly refused.

He glanced at old man Aleena, their beads fighting each other with flames of hatred. Attacking through sharp eyes.

"Why? Can't you forget Aleena? Or you regret not marrying her, and instead your sister married her. Just say that Aleena is better than the blind woman" Aleena's mother said, not wanting to budge.

Dareen was inflamed, his fist strengthened until his nails stuck in the palm.

"Never look down on my wife if you don't want to live on the streets" Dareen said, leaving the place.

His saturated mind grew turbid hearing harsh words from the woman who claimed to have the honor. Lazy to argue with him because he would never give up.

In the middle of the journey, he saw two figures that were opposite directions. Bardy walked in a hurry, with him a man of not much different age also offset the pace. Yang Dareen was inexhaustible, behind the two a woman younger than the Goddess walked following.

Whose?

However, Dareen did not care for now, he even accelerated the pace of leaving the hospital. Bardy who saw him frown, he retraced the step of the youngest son

"Where are you going?" tanya's a little worried.

"It's not Dad's business, I'm in the IGD and need her husband's presence. Hurry up, Dad," he said quickly.

Dareen glanced at the woman, her eyes twitching hearing about the Goddess. Dareen no longer spoke, he again took steps to leave the hospital. Wanting to find Daisha, wishing inwardly that Areta would not take her away.

Bardy, who saw Aleena's parents rushing over, asked about his daughter-in-law and his wife. He also asked them to tell him clearly about the incident.

"Like that, sir. We also do not know how, for sure the woman messed up in a party that should be festive and happy. Everything changes because of your daughter-in-law" Aleena's mother said.

His heart was always turbulent when he remembered Daisha. He threatened to retaliate one day if they met by chance, or came to him directly to where he lived.

Bardy breathed a heavy sigh. Starting to think wrongly about Daisha, he himself does not know Cakra was involved in the murder of the woman's uncle. How now? He still can't think of anything.

The woman with him just quietly listened to the whole story of the incident in the backyard of the house. This attracted suspicion from his iron. Aleena's father looked at her appearance from top to bottom. She looks like a career woman.

"Sorry, sir, who is this woman?" ask without raising suspicion.

Bardy glanced, long as they stared at each other as if they were throwing a secret code.

"He's my secretary. We were having a meeting with a client when I heard about the mess at home. So, the woman took Daisha and Cakra away? Do you know who he is?" bardy said, then asked to divert the conversation.

"She claimed to be Alejandro's wife, and took Cakra for granted cruelly. Why would he be able to deal with that mafia family? If he claims to be his uncle, then your son-in-law is the nephew of a mobster."

Bardy was stunned to hear that, the problem was getting more complicated. She knows Daisha's parents, but she doesn't know her family at all. He knew about Alejandro, but did not know if the mobster was his son-in-law's uncle.

Bardy sighed, her chest tightened.

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Forgive Brother all, haven't been able to get up as usual. Thank you for all the prayers, sorry also can not reply to comments. Thank you very much. Dear you.