My Bride, Amazing
Chapters 148. The True Pain
Fauzan's entire body trembled violently, his cries unstoppable. Fauzan knew, Aunt Fida was the closest and most loyal servant to Stefanny. Everything that was said from Aunt Fida's mouth could definitely be accounted for.
Her chest was tight to hear the sentence after sentence of Stefanny's outpouring of heart that was conveyed to Aunt Fida. Both of the man's hands were raised, pulling his short hair firmly.
"Stefanny!" her screams shed tears.
He regretted being blinded by jealousy. Burned with the instigation of Maharani who increasingly gnawed at his heart. To the extent that, he didn't care about all of Stefanny's confessions. He often ignored her in his last moments.
Fauzan cried until his chest felt tight. His head was throbbing pain, his face was reddened from crying all the time.
Until the recording stopped, Fauzan still sobbed. He grabs Khansa's phone, opens a photo gallery to look for Stefanny's picture. And as he scrolls down, Fauzan finds him. A childhood photo of Khansa with her late mother. Two very similar women. Like a pinang on the other two.
"Sorry!" His sobs continued to echo in the room. His body trembled so much that his stomach felt pain. Fauzan kissed the photo and hugged the phone tightly.
Then after a while Fauzan grabbed a stopmap that Khansa placed beside him. His hands were shaking. Slowly he opened it. His gaze grew increasingly blurry with tears, his hands continued to wipe the tears to make them clearer.
One by one he read, until it arrived in a sentence stating that the DNA test results between Khansa and Fauzan match 98%. Again Fauzan cried bitterly. He hugged the stop map tightly.
"Khanza! Sorry!" fauzan shouted in the middle of his sobs.
Falling into the abyss of regret for the rest of his life, was a real pain. Pain that can never be healed. Moreover, that regret would never be able to bring back one's life. Really, Fauzan is very tormented at the moment.
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At a different hospital, Maharani had finished surgery yesterday. His sight was now blankly pointed at the ceiling of the room, his tears continuously flowing at both temples.
"Mom," call Jihan to touch her mother's hand.
"Mom's feet, Jihan!" Maharani sobbed for losing one of his legs from his knees to the soles of his feet.
"It's better, Mom. If not amputated, the mother's legs will rot and the wound can spread everywhere" said Jihan, who was also sad over what happened to her mother.
The maharani came back crying screaming. He was hitting his thigh. "Why? Why did it end like this, Jihan!" yelling frustrated maharani.
Jihan held her mother's hand. He also sobbed to see the condition of the mother who was concerned like that. Maharani continued to cry roaring while beating her leg. He did not care about the pain that began to spread in his body. All he had in mind was how he lived his days ahead. Maharani could not accept that harsh reality.
"Mother," said Jihan crying as she hugged her mother. Jihan no longer knows how to calm her mother. The entire room was filled with the cries and roars of Jihan as well as Maharani.
After a long time of grief, the Empress took off her son's arms, "Jihan, where is your brother? He could buy a fake mom. Aye, right? I can walk normally again like people," said Maharani wiping her tears violently.
Jihan looked down, "Mother, Brother in prison" he said softly.
"What?! Not likely. How could? Then who'd pay for this hospital if it wasn't your brother, huh?" the Maharani shouted.
Jihan turned to sit on the chair next to her mother's bed. His head was still lowered, he swallowed his saliva before finally revealing everything.
"Mother, sister prosecuted Mr and Mrs Sebastian. He was in prison for 10 years. And all this hospital costs, Jihan took it from my dad's house. All the jewelry, gold and important assets of Jihan sell. There's still a little left over for our living expenses going forward, ma'am. Hence Jihan went far away from the city. So that our tracks are not visible. We have to start a new life, Mom. Jihan is afraid that she is angry and will throw Jihan in jail" Jihan said, not daring to look at her mother.
The maharani heard it. His body was transfixed, never expecting his life to be turned upside down like this.
"But, yesterday Jihan also saw the news on television that dad was having problems at his company. He was taken by the police as well, Mom," Jihan continued.
"What?!" the Maharani shouted hard to believe.
"Mother, we need to get out of here. Otherwise the cost will be even higher. While the money that Jihan holds will be thinning, ma'am," said Jihan playing the end of her dress.
As long as Jihan only knew how to spend money, she did not understand how to manage money well. Therefore, whatever amount of money he held for a long time would run out as well.
Maharani ruffled her hair. Already lost one of his legs, now have to stay in the rented. Just imagining it makes it frustrating.
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Hansen had been eager to come to Frans' residence for consultations on the research of the chemicals used for Khansa's grandfather's medicines. Frans, who was at home, did not hesitate to invite Hansen all to lunch.
Emily's adoptive father's company, is the biggest competitor of the Ugraha Family company. Both engaged in the production of drugs. In addition, Frans also produces various types of beauty products whose marketing has reached abroad.
"Mr Hansen, good day" said Frans to Hansen, who was sitting in the guest chair.
"Jiang, Mr. Frans!" reply Hansen stood up and shook the middle-aged man's hand.
"Let's have lunch first. It just so happened that my wife cooked a lot this afternoon," Frans asked.
"No need to bother, sir!" elak Hansen is not good.
Frans continued to force. Until Hansen hesitated if he refused. While sitting at the dining table, Hansen's eyes circled around like looking around for someone.
Monica, who was well versed with Hansen's behavior, kicked her husband's leg. The couple gave each other codes through the eyes.
"Pa, Emily's had lunch yet huh. He'd love to forget to eat if it's work." Monica tried to fish the conversation.
"Call me, Ma. The boy was careless long ago" Frans said after swallowing his food.
"Anyday I'll wait for him to call, Pa. Afraid of interrupting the filming," continued Monica again feed the food.
Hansen cleared his throat for a moment, "Eee so Emily's back in Bali?" ask the man.
"Loh, you don't know yes, sir? He came back three days ago. Huh even though it has not been home for a long time, but at home just a moment," complained Monica.
The handsome man was silent for a moment. For the past three days he had indeed been too focused on the research of those medicines. Hansen couldn't trust anyone. He intervened on his own because he did not want any mistakes. Especially when it comes to his family.
"Oh, there may be a lot of work, ma'am," Hansen said calmly. Even though his heart was rumbling.
After lunch, Hansen and Frans were having a discussion in the study. Regarding the mixing of the chemicals he found along with the side effects. I don't think time goes so fast. Hansen went home after it was almost dark.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Frans. Sorry for interrupting your time" Hansen shook the man's hand.
"It's not a big deal Mr. Hansen. I have no urgent schedule today. Glad to help," Frans responded kindly.
"I'm sorry, sir. Greetings to Mrs Frans," Hansen bowed and walked away from the house.
Arriving at the car, Hansen fell silent. His thumb swiped at the steering wheel of the car, his mind drifting. Shortly after, Hansen pulled out his phone. He rolled the contact screen until it stopped on Emily's name.
Long as he stared at her, his fingers kept moving on the screen. I wanted to call but hesitated. Moments later, she finally pressured her prestige to contact Emily first.
It didn't take long, the phone was answered. "Hello!" There was a voice on the other side of the phone.
Hansen frowned. He looked back at the screen of the phone making sure that he did not misconnect. When he listened again, again a man's voice was heard. Hansen clenched his lips tightly, with a deep frown.
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