Mohabbat
Screams

"Auntie, I can't bear to see it that way. He is innocent and knows nothing. She also still doesn't remember everything that her sister did. I can't see it that way, Auntie. I want to go" said Daisha, sobbing bitterly at the state of her husband crying in their room.

Areta did not prevent, staring at the back of her nephew who was getting away.

"If you come now, it won't teach him a lesson. Let him learn to reflect on his mistakes first, let him understand the situation. You can meet him once he's fully realized his mistake."

Areta's sentence slowly paused Daisha's steps. It's a mess, between going and surviving. He was stuck in a difficult situation, if possible Dareen's wife did not want to choose.

"Today's events prove that your husband's love is still as hard as water. You forget, he didn't even stand up when the old woman humbled you, insulted you who in fact was his wife, his responsibility. As a husband he should have kept the honor of the woman he married, upheld his degree, not let his wife be insulted."

Areta sighed, recalling the face of the Goddess that was burning this afternoon, churning a sense in the heart. He wanted to tear that ugly face off. Destroy him and give him eternal wounds so that he will be bowed before everyone.

"Have it, wait three days or as long as he needs. Hold your love, use logic. Rest, you look so tired. Your face is pale, sleeping and do not go anywhere," concluded Areta did not want to be denied.

Daisha let out a sigh, she continued her steps non-stop towards her room on the second floor. Not wanting to sleep alone, Daisha goes to Laila's room to spend the night with the teenager. They were in Alejandro's villa hidden behind huge trees.

Areta stared sadly at her nephew, as if glazed over, staring at herself in the mirror. He smiled silently, that's how he is. His great love for Alejandro despite having to oppose both parents. Stubbornly resisting restraint is also a rule the family makes for her.

Areta even ran away from home and chose to live with the mafia. His heart did not choose wrongly. Alejandro made her queen not only at home, but also in her heart. He continued to sow love despite knowing Areta would never give him offspring.

"You're exactly like me, Daisha. Just believe in your heart, because he was never wrong in choosing," he murmured as he left the middle room of the large villa and walked to the back of the building.

In the darkness of the night, under the descending drizzle, one was tied to a pole and left with strict guard.

Wearing only a night-dark night-dress, Areta swung her steps gracefully. No matter the water droplets that slightly wet his head. Without a pedestal, both feet were treading on the grass.

Sleek gracefully and sexy, splashing stagnant water every time treading. The sound managed to make Cakra who was at a pole turn his head. Both of his hands were tied behind his body, he was weakly helpless.

Areta smiled as the sharp glances of Cakra pointed right at her two manics. Continues with a strange and threatening grin. Areta stopped in front of the bruised body, raised her hand and placed her index finger on Cakra's bare chest.

"How are you, champ? How do you feel after killing the person most feared by all criminals? How were the nights you went through afterwards? Is there calm? Or always having nightmares? A nightmare that will slowly destroy your world" said Areta.

The woman held up the Chakra's chin with her index finger until their eyes flashed sharp glances preparing to stab at anything.

Areta moved quickly as Cakra spat at her, laughing like a cruel witch. Then, walk around Cakra's body while feeling the surface of his skin. The chakras close the eyes, restraining any burning turmoil.

Her crumbling body was dim, making her occasionally grimace when Areta accidentally pressed on some parts.

"Aren't you here to kill Alejandro? Kill my love?"

Successful questions make Cakra's eyes widen. Then, it grimaced again as Areta pressed the blue mark on her hand.

Cakra gulped, glancing at how Areta was indeed beautiful and sexy. At the age of four, he was still fresh and had a beautiful body again.

"Remember, your wife is pregnant. Soon your happiness will be perfect. It would be a pity if the woman struggled alone to give birth to your child, wouldn't it? The most anticipated moment of all couples in married life. If you're willing to take responsibility, then I'll set you free" Areta bargained with a grin.

Cakra was agitated, remembering Aleena who was crying this afternoon and begging not to take her. The woman's stomach is already enlarged and overwhelmed in doing its activities.

"Aleen!" pilu.

He lowered his head, shedding helplessness through the cries. It was unexpected that he would be defeated by a woman. Nah! Daisha is not just any woman, she is the descendant of Alejandro the mafia.

"Yes, Aleena. That haughty and arrogant woman .. I feel like I want to tear her presumptuous mouth every time she insults my niece. And your mother, may I cut off her tongue? To make a collection in the living room?" Areta brought her face closer to Cakra.

The man turned his head to hear his words, especially when he saw the earnestness on that beautiful face. Cakra gulped, shaking his head in denial to Areta's words.

Before long, laughter bubbled from him. Laughter that implies a serious threat. Areta stepped up, going away from the pole that bound Cakra's body.

"Whip him fifty times!" his orders while continuing to step into the villa.

A man of the greatest stature, his skin was black and his face was sinister. His figure never smiled, not friendly to anyone. He held a whip in such a long and terrible hand. The chakra shriveled, grimaced and soaked his throat many times as the burly hand shook the whip.

"Aragh!"

One lash landed on Cakra's body. Areta closed her eyes, sniffing the smell of Cakra's suffering. He stretched out both hands enjoying the water that befell his body as the screams of the two chakras echoed across the universe.

Areta laughed in satisfaction and loudly welcomed Cakra's next scream. Then, continue his steps entering the villa. Continue to his own room. The room that used to be always warm by Alejandro's touch, now feels cold and gripping.

Areta threw herself into the bathtub greeting standing warm water, submerging herself for a while before enjoying her life alone. He was closed, trying to imagine life with Alejandro first.

How much she misses her figure, her touch, and all her sweetness. There is also a love that never has a limit. He would never see another man like him. It won't!

Meanwhile, in her room Daisha is agitated at the thought of Dareen. Her eyes refused to be closed, always imagined her husband's chaotic situation.

"I can't stay here, I have to see him."

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Accept the prayers of friends, God willing today I will be up routine as usual. This month, Daisha will be finished. Thank you so much again. Love you all.