Mohabbat
Dareen's Cry

On a cold night, the rain fell on the earth, the lightning was thundering, the wind was blowing so hard. The roar from the sky was unceasingly giving off such a terrifying sound. But all this does not apply to him alone.

The man did not care about his whole clothes being wet, his throat dry, his lips pale. He stood there, on the fence of a simple house he had once occupied with his wife.

Dareen cried, clutching the fence firmly before opening it. However, just about to open the fence, a barricade blocked his foot. Those eyes were blocked and confused as they stared at the entire face before him.

"Why are you getting in my way?" hardik Dareen who was getting longer and more lit up his two eyes.

"We were ordered by the Madam to prevent you from entering, Sir. You are not welcome in this house anymore. Please leave, and do not return" said one of them firmly.

"What's? Wh why? I'm her husband, why did she forbid me? Move aside! I don't care, I'm going in!"

Dareen flicked her hand, pushing the line with all her might, but still did not pave the way for her. The pale face turned red, eyes lit up with anger. Dareen clenched his hands tightly, the heat radiating in the heart brushed off the cold air delivered by the rain and wind.

He lifted his face, staring at the door of the house that was tightly closed. The light in the house was extinguished, as if it had been abandoned by its owner.

"DAISHA! LET ME IN, WE HAVE TO TALK!" his screams echoed in the rain.

A while waiting, the figure he expected his appearance never came out of the house. Dareen growled, again trying to break through the barricade. Honey, they're so close and holding each other.

"Damn! Get out of my way!" he shouted like a madman who did not care about the circumstances around.

After a while, the door of the house finally opened. Dareen smiled, darting forward impatiently. Someone appeared from inside the house, someone she hoped would greet her lovingly.

However, all of that was only in his imagination. The smile disappeared, the radiance of eyes full of love went out of nowhere? Dareen is stunned to see the figure, the head housekeeper whom Daisha hired to take care of Laila. He is the one who emerges from behind that open door.

Staring unfriendly at the employer's husband, sneering clearly. He walked quietly on the terrace with arrogance. There is no need to fear, as Areta told them.

"Sorry, Sir. You are not allowed to enter this house. Please just go, after all the Madam is not here," he said firmly. The hand politely pointed at the open gate, driving Dareen away from the residence he had been staying in for several days with his wife.

Dareen was inflamed, his eyes nipped almost out. Didn't expect that he would be treated as badly as he is today.

"I can't believe it, let me in. I'll take care of it myself, let me in!" shouted Dareen while again trying to break through the human defense line.

The assistant sighed, he remained calm as if he had been trained and professional.

"Let him in!" tell them.

Only once orders from him, the line releases Dareen and gives him the way. Daisha's husband snorted, staring intently at the human faces one by one blocking his path. Remembering them for what happened, but none of them looked down. All heads were upright, staring straight ahead.

Dareen took a running step into the house. I can't wait to see for myself that Daisha is no longer in that house.

"Daisha!" He screamed his wife's name over and over again.

The longer his voice sounded the more desperate. Dareen opened their room door quickly and impatiently.

"Darling!"

However, alas, his figure simply disappeared when Dareen's two hands grabbed him. Lost like air, leaving no trace. Dareen stared blankly at the edge of the bed that his beloved wife had just occupied.

"Daisha!"

Dareen's voice quivered saying his name, water falling from the fertilizer was just inevitable. Really, his heart sings like it is squeezed and squeezed to a bloody dry.

"Daisha!"

He groped their beds, looking for the figure of the woman. While crying with eyes, hoping the lover of the heart is present to be solace.

"DAYS!" He shouted as loud as possible, falling on the floor full of lara.

His hands pulled the sheets of witnesses to their struggle last night, squeezing and hugging him, spilling the heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching sadness.

"Why did you leave me, Daisha? Honey, you shouldn't have left. You should have stayed here waiting for me. Love ... Daishas. Where the hell are you going?" her crying while immersing her face on the white cloth.

Crying the departure of the lover of the heart due to the stupidity he did. Regret slowly began to be present, filling the recesses of his soul. Lonely, hollow, empty world without him on the side. Dareen was devastated, desperate, but she had not given up.

"Where should I look for you? Where to?" pilu.

He screamed as he threw whatever was in front of him. Instantly, the room turned into a mess, the room that before their departure to the party was arranged by Daisha.

The beautiful memories every night they passed by, flashed full of thorns, stabbing his soul which slowly became fragile. What is Dareen without Daisha?

The head assistant who witnessed Dareen's pain, felt unbearable to see it. He looked at the man from behind the open door. Intentions want to drive him out of the room, but urung because of the heartbreaking cry that seemed to be deliberately played by Dareen to all the residents of the house.

He turned around to let Dareen mourn the passing of his wife. Also gave orders to everyone who was there to let Dareen let go of the grief in the room.

All they know is that Dareen is a good employer, a responsible man, full of love and limited affection. They also bear witness to how much he loves Daisha.

In his heart he prayed that all their laziness would soon be finished and be united again as before. They are a couple who complement each other, perfecting each other's shortcomings.

Meanwhile, somewhere else. Bardy was staring at the Goddess with an erratic feeling, unable to bear to see the woman who had given her two sons lying unconscious, but also could not bear to let the woman who came with him was just sitting waiting with an annoyed face.

He sighed, turned around and approached the woman. Gently rubbed his shoulders, but the face turned sullen.

"I'll take you home, stay there for a while. There was only an assistant in the house. Come on!" she said softly.

The woman moved despite her annoyance, not a word coming out of her mouth since their arrival at the hospital. Bardy left the Goddess alone in her room, with no one waiting.

Walking out while hugging the woman's waist affectionately. Coincidentally, it was seen by Aleena's father. He squinted, looking suspiciously at the two people walking away in the hallway.

"Wife is sick, he is engrossed in other women. Totally heartless. I'm sure soon the news of his son killing the mafia will spread. Slowly he would crumble and just disappear" he murmured while carving an evil smile.