My Bride, Amazing
Chapter 79. Bomb for Maharani
Without them knowing, a man from one of the media crew was about to go to the toilet. With a slow step, he walked through the Isvara family, just as Jihan spoke. Instantly his steps came to a halt, his head reflexively aimed at Jihan, sharpening his hearing, also opening his eyes wide.
Fauzan turned to Jihan. His forehead shriveled so deeply, and both of his eyeballs squinted sharply.
Maharani glares viciously at Jihan. He was trying hard to cover up his nervousness and fear. Unexpectedly it was Jihan who destroyed her defense.
“Nih, Mom! See deh? Why is Khansa so good in Bali? Why not be rotated anyway? How can you?” Jihan is still unaware of her mother's plot, pointing at her phone.
Maharani rushed forward and shut Jihan's mouth tightly, the middle-aged woman widened her eyes to warn Jihan to stop talking.
“Oooh so it turns out the mastermind behind this incident is you huh, Mrs Isvara?” shouted the young man raising both of his eyebrows while folding both arms on his chest.
The Maharani froze and his whole body trembled. It was no big deal if there was only his own family, Fauzan could think about it later. He felt that the man was easily fooled. But right now, the media are glaring at him. Not just one, but the entire media crew in Palembang City.
“I think the wicked stepmother is only in Cinderella, but in fact in front of me there is something worse than her mother cinderella. That slander is more cruel than fitness, madam! Uh, I mean more cruel than murder. Ckckck!” add again with a small smile.
“Even your acting that pretended to cry earlier had made us believe. Hm! Turns out this is just a drama you're playing?”
His voice was so loud and booming that it grabbed the attention of everyone in the ballroom. The media crew must indeed have an advantage in all senses.
Instantly they rushed forward, flocking for the closest position. They thrust the loudspeakers and recording devices right in the direction of the Maharani.
Jihan turned her head, she realized that there were still many media members in the room, because she was too focused on seeing the Khansa photo. To the extent that, the words without his filter became a bomb that was ready to explode for his own mother.
His face turned colorless pale, the blood flowing through his body as if it had been completely sucked out of fear. His body suddenly stiffened. Especially when he looked at his mother who was still glaring at him. Maharani's hand slowly descended and clenched, his throat unable to make any sound.
“Mr Fauzan? Is it true like that?” The news hunter started his question.
“So actually your own wife masterminds this slander, Sir. What are you thinking right now?”
“How does it feel to be stabbed by the nearest person, Mister?”
Jihan was trembling with fear. In a moment, the whole world knew that Maharani, Khansa's stepmother, was the culprit. All because of Jihan's stupidity. His head lowered deeply, not daring to just look at the mother.
“Mrs Maharani, how can you do this to your stepchildren?”
“Mr Fauzan, can you please comment a little about your wife's actions?”
“Master, do you regret making a statement severing family ties with Khansa after knowing what really happened?”
“What punishment will you give your wife, Sir?"
“Nona Jihan! Did you also conspire with your mom?”
The netizens began to criticize Maharani, Fauzan also raided various questions from the media crew about the Maharani's actions. Jihan also who was thrown accusations did not dare to look at her in the slightest. He did not dare to move, staying in his position like before. Only his frightened bead was already layered in a clear liquid, ready to plunge freely whenever he blinked.
“Mrs Maharani, please give a little explanation. What is the reason you do all this?”
“Iya, Mistress. Say something.”
Question after question still flowed profusely and increasingly cornered Maharani. The woman's mind suddenly went blank.
“Mrs! Please explain a little! What is your motive for doing this?”
“And is this really your conspiracy with Jihan?”
Maharani was stunned and suddenly did not know how to lie. “Eeee ... I .. that, what ....” Like a stutterer who has trouble speaking.
They were still waiting for the Maharani's reply, but the woman's voice was still stammering. His throat was dry, even when he swallowed saliva, his mouth was suddenly very dry.
“Please give us some time to discuss. This ... this is not what you heard.” The cold heat of his body, only Maharani knows. But his pias face could be seen very clearly.
“Give me a little explanation, Mistress!” push 'em.
“Nothing to explain. This ... this is just a misunderstanding,” said Maharani quietly trying to buy time.
Maharani turned to look at Fauzan. He touched the man's shoulder, his arm felt very hard, his lips tightly clenched with a straight forward look.
“Zan, it's not like you heard. I'm pretty sure Emily's helping Khansa. All these are Khansa traps,” said Maharani with a slight tremble.
Fauzan was getting angrier look, his roar of breath sounding very rude. His eyes stared at the bitch. He quickly turned to Maharani, his teeth grinding louder. Maharani tried his luck. He rubbed the man's arms which were expanding due to his fists getting stronger.
“I'm very sure. This is all the work of Khansa, Zan,” Maharani added with his own expression.
“Bugh!”
Fauzan moved his arm firmly against Maharani's cheek until it crashed on the floor.
The man did not listen at all to the Maharani's explanation and directly beat the Maharani viciously on the spot.
Maharani touched her cheeks that were throbbing pain, her tears flowing so profusely. Never thought that everyone would turn around to attack him like this.
Fauzan crouched down, one knee touching the floor, the other he used to rest his arms. His eyes were extremely sharp, ready to draw out the person before him. There was no pity for that woman. There is only deep hatred. Fauzan touched Maharani's cheek gently, “You are indeed a venomous woman! Don't expect me to believe in your acting which is undoubtedly it!”
Fauzan then slapped him very hard after patting him slowly. “You are so sickening! From this moment on, I don't want to see you again!” fauzan stood up and walked away.
Their every move did not escape the camera. Cameramen are always on standby to take their golden moments.
And at this time the media crew shot with a frenzy, perpetuating how chaotic the appearance and current state of the Maharani.
Maharani crossed both hands in her face while yelling pitifully, “Do not take any more photos! Can't take a photo! The security! Security, get here!”
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