Mohabbat
A Shot

Silent night conditions, muddy soil due to rain, also the wind that blows cold pierced to the bone marrow. Two groups of humans faced each other with weapons in their hands. Perhaps only Daisha was plainly dressed, t-shirts and trousers were also shoes that covered the legs after previously wearing only ordinary sandals.

Areta's greeting was greeted by silence, both night and from her opposing group. However, he still put on a charming smile, which is enough to make some of them tempted by the poignancy of his body. The beautiful and seductive paras, the lustrous behavior is also graceful, the sexy body is again beautiful, who would have thought his age had passed the head of four.

"Thank you for the welcome, Miss. We are flattered" said the leader of the enemy group, smiling too.

Areta chuckled, everyone called her as Madam, only this time the ears heard Miss's call for a woman of Areta's age. He felt amused himself, even with Daisha who smiled faintly while glancing at her aunt.

"So, what is the purpose of you coming to my place? Uninvited at the risk of life at stake." Areta stepped up, eroding the distance with the enemy leader while notched exposing the curves of her body.

"Heard you brought our leader. We want to take it from here," the man replied as he followed Areta's footsteps with his eyes.

Areta stopped, staring inside the two black beads in front of her that exuded determination as well as passion at the same time.

"Oh .. I just want to play with him. After all, he took my husband's life. I have no intention of returning it to anyone, he must make amends for all his past mistakes" Areta replied without hesitation or fear of seeing the many armed men in plain sight.

The man clenched his hands, growling in his heart. He stared intently at the owner of the beautiful face, intimidating his figure who only looked like an ant. Totally underestimated.

"Listen, Miss. I don't want to scratch that pretty skin on your face, or bruise it. Tell you what, I have an offer for you" said the man looking down on Areta.

Areta held onto her cheek, looking at her heart, but then chuckled.

"Offers? Hmmm ... seems interesting," said Areta while thinking, "what kind of offer do you want to make? If there is no benefit for me, then I will not accept it" Areta continued, shaking her waist.

The leader of the group smiled, he advanced forward leaving only a few feet away from Areta.

"I challenged one of you to a duel with me. If you win, then you can do anything against my group, but if you lose, this building and the people in it will be mine, including you who must be my wife. How's it?" asked the man while holding both hands.

Areta was not surprised at all, especially in the part going to be made a wife. There had been many men proposing to her all this time, but none of them could replace Alejandro in his heart. He smiled cynically, of course accepting the challenge.

"Okay, I take it. I will fight you myself" said Areta confidently.

The man laughed out loud, hearing a woman who was acting against him. Seeing that, Daisha growled, as well as Areta's troops who were marching behind. Do not accept their leaders being degraded.

"Auntie!"

Daisha stepped up and stood by Areta's side, releasing the weapon she was carrying with her no intention of using it.

"What's up?" areta asked as she looked at her nephew's face.

"Uncle has trained me so hard all this time, he made me strong to protect myself as well as the people I care about. Let me fight him, Auntie, so that uncle's efforts are not in vain. I promise I won't let them snatch this uncle's property!" daisha's determination without hesitation.

Areta raised an eyebrow, scanning Daisha's body which was only wrapped in ordinary clothes. His fist looked impatient, his breathing slightly restrained. Chest rumbling, an outpouring of emotions was seen poking out in the crowns.

Areta nodded her head, the woman before her had the same grudge. Revenge on the death of the Mafia.

"Alright, but be careful of him. Those who challenge always do cunning to get what they want. Don't let your guard down, they look down on us too much. Prove that our strength is much greater than they have," Areta said after weighing in on Daisha's wishes.

Dareen's wife nodded surely, would always hear the advice of the aunt not to let her guard down. He turned and went forward. They stopped laughing, looking down at Daisha.

"Oh, so you'll be my opponent. Aren't you the blind woman? So, now you feel strong for having seen again? Alright, I will not be disinclined by you, Miss," said the man after seeing Daisha standing in a ready position.

Guessing where the direction of the attack was, thinking how strong the attack would be.

A fist floated right on Daisha's face, the woman sideways and caught another hand about to strike her stomach. He lowered his head as the hand struck back while counter-attacking the man's chest.

A burning hot feeling in his chest, as if scorching his heart. The man retreated while holding the chest that felt pain. Not giving up yet, he stood up straight again and prepared to make another attack.

Areta smiled seeing the agility of Daisha's movements as well as her precise calculations. He was proud of his nephew.

The man attacked again, fierce struggle was inevitable. The technique Alejandro taught was indeed different, each attack was indecipherable and dodged quickly. Daisha's kick floated up, hitting the neck niche of the leader of the group.

He was knocked back while spewing clear liquid from his mouth.

"Master!" They react.

"No one gets involved! He who challenged this duel, just look who will come out victorious?!" sergeant Areta saw the reaction of the male member.

There was nothing they could do, just watch with uneasiness and anxiety. Daisha attacks again, not intending to spare the man the same as when attacking Cakra.

The trajectory of the story when his uncle was killed just like that looms in memory giving him more power. Daisha lays a deadly blow right at her heart. The man again collapsed on the ground, spurting a lot of blood from the mouth.

He was silent, dead at Daisha's hands. Areta herself never expected it, a little stunned at the brutality of the niece. However, after remembering Alejandro the woman understood why Daisha did it.

"Master!"

They shouted, defeat was in sight they could not refuse. Those desperate faces lifted looked furiously at Daisha who was still standing with both hands clenched and breath hunting.

Suddenly.

Dor's!

"Aragh!"

Daisha is retreated when one of the group shoots her. He fell, lucky Areta was quick to run and support his body.

"Daisha!"

He was inflamed to see the grimacing face of the nephew in pain. Areta turned to the group, her eyes bright red.

"Don't forgive them, inflict tremendous pain on every head, especially on him who dares to hurt my nephew!" tell Areta with a reddened face.

Hearing the command, the people lined up behind earlier threw weapons and took out blades from behind their bodies. Walking forward, becoming a shield for the two women. Incision by incision will provide a slow and sure pain from the gunpowder seeds that are fired.

Areta leaves the battlefield and takes Daisha to the hospital as soon as possible. The war of arms is heard again, the bullets they fired could not hurt a single one of the Aretans.

One man was captured and tied to a pole next to Cakra. The rest, had become corpses and were collected with the others.

"ARGHH!"

The chakras open the eyes when a scream irritates the ears. He looked up in horror, seeing someone as if he was being skinned alive.