Reply to the Revenge of the Princess
Tragic Accident

A girl in a high school uniform ran down her yard after getting out of her car, while the driver passed to the parking lot of the vehicle located right next to the mansion.

The girl looked overjoyed by wagging a piece of paper in her hand. After arriving at the front door he quickly pushed the doorknob in front of him.

“Mother.., Father..., Agatha home.”  Shouted Agatha after opening the door of her house. However, there was no word from the occupants of the house.

“Mother, Father. Agatha home...” Shouted Agatha repeating her words while walking slowly by continuously circulating her gaze. But nil, there is still no truth and the house looks very quiet.

‘Tumben really lonely house gini. If dad might still be in the office, but Mom.., Mom doesn't usually come out without telling me.’ Inner Agatha. His feelings began to fidget because his mother did not usually leave without giving him news and the servants in his house were not seen the trunk of his nose.

“Bi.., Aunt..., Mang Joko.., Kak Striiii.., Kak Sastrii...” Call Agatha to the butler, maid and gardener who is quite familiar with her in the house. But it's still the same, there are no words.

Enveloped with a feeling of anxiety and anxiety, Agatha slowly walked to the surrounding rooms, precisely the room on the lower floor of her house. It was time for him to head towards the family room which was not far from the entrance.

“A-yah.., I-mom.., Bi-bi...”  Agatha cried out and covered her mouth with both hands.

His body instantly squeezed, his tears spilled just like that, his legs trembled and powerless to support his body anymore. He fell to his feet in front of the door of his living room, watching the horrible scene before his eyes. He wanted to scream for help, but his mouth seemed choked.

Luckily, the driver got into the house after parking the car. Seeing her young lady crying with such apprehensive circumstances, she paused her intention to head towards the kitchen.

He led his feet towards the living room of his master, he came to his young lady and stood right behind her with eyes that did not stop looking at her while frowning.

“ What's wrong young lady? Why is the young lady sitting crying like this?” The driver asked in astonishment.

“Pa-k Denis.., i-bu, dad.., A-gatha.” Said Agatha trembling and with a very minimal voice. Allowing his eyes to look at Mr. Denis, his father's personal driver while pointing his index finger to where his father, mother and butler were.

Mr. Denis then followed Agatha's index finger and was surprised to see her two masters lying horribly in front of her eyes.

Laurey Anastasya Daniswara, Agatha's mother sat on the sofa with her left belly covered with blood and saw a large hole in her shirt, like a knife.

Ardhani Daniswara, Agatha's father is seen hugging his wife, he turns his back on the door. His white shirt was covered with blood. Right behind him the gun bullet had penetrated the skin to the heart.

The butler, lying on the floor not far from his two masters, bled his back head probably from the punch of a hard enough object and the bullet hole in his right abdomen.

“Master, Mistress, Bi Num.” Call Mr. Denis in a slightly raised voice. More precisely screaming. His body immediately trembled. However, he tried to gather his courage.

With a giant step, Denis began to approach both his employers and bi Num was located. The situation in the room was already messy. All things scattered everywhere. Blood splashed in various directions.

Mr. Denis clenched his hands tightly. He tried to strengthen himself.

"Master..," Parau sir Denis held his master's shoulder. No, there is no answer. Mr. Denis turned around the body that was holding his wife tightly. Mr. Denis' tears just shed when he saw his old face that had been filled with bruises. At a glance, Denis glanced at Agatha who was still staring blankly at the floor in front of her.

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'Your kasian non. You're young already having to witness the deaths of both your parents.' Inner sir Denis looked at the pity of his master's son.

"Non, it's best for non Agatha to change clothes first. Let's not let you take you to the room." Get Denis to help Agatha stand up.

"Sir, why don't you and Agatha's father want to meet Agatha? Were they angry with Agatha, had Agatha done them wrong? Why are they..," Agatha's voice choked. The crying that had been in her weir was now just pouring out, a raucous sobbing was heard filling the room. So suffocating.

Mr. Denis who saw the condition of Agatha was unstable immediately grabbed Agatha. Trying to calm Agatha with various words and sentences in her speech.

"Patient is non. This is God's destiny. Non Agatha must be strong, let father same mother can not calm there. Non Agatha sincerely yes. Now the non must do'a with Allah so that the master and mistress are placed in heaven." Mr. Denis rubbed Agatha's back gently. "Now don't change clothes first well, soon your assistant will come." Mr. Denis broke his embrace when Agatha's sobbing was reduced.

Weakly Agatha stepped towards her room on the second floor. He refused an offer from Denis who wanted to take him to the room.

Instead of changing clothes, Agatha chose to head to the balcony of her room to calm down. Sitting on the floor hugging his knees. His stifled mess sounded so heartbreaking.

"Hiks, Hyks, Why God, why are you so cruel. Hiks, What is my fault with you, why did you take my parents from me. You're evil!!" Racau Agatha shouted while lashing out at her chest which felt tight.

"Hiks, hiks, hiks, give me back my mother. I want them back. Please..." His emotions continued to smack his chest.

"Hiks, I want them back..." Continue shouting loudly.

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