Revenge Revenge Hanna
Suap

“How does the story tell Michael met and married Hanna's sister, Auntie?"

The curious Jessica glanced at the newlyweds room with her tails, as the two climbed the stairs towards Laura's room.

“Of course, the long story Auntie did not agree to either. Aunty even hoped that you would be the daughter-in-law of this family. Whether Michael or David is your husband,”, Belinda replied with the corner of her lips pulled.

"Ah Auntie, it's always like that. Both of them never seem to be interested in me, either" said the girl.

"Didn't Michael chase you to the airport? Laura told Auntie."

“Iya, when Michael almost expressed his feelings to me. I don't know what he wants to talk about, until now I'm actually still curious. But someone came to mess things up" he explained, bowing to the marble floor.

They reached the last step of the ladder.

“There's only one way for you to know how Michael feels."

“What, Aunt?” ask Jessica enthusiastically.

"Ask directly."

"If he really likes me, there's still no way for us to be together, right?"

"Of course there is," the middle-aged woman replied grinning.

"Stopping the position of the woman who is now beside him or even get rid of him" he continued with a sharp look.

“How?”

“You try to think. After all Auntie, Michael doesn't love that woman.”

“But judging from his attitude when we had lunch earlier, Brother Michael was very considerate of him.”

“Can he act, especially the woman is also the choice of daddy. So inevitably Michael must obey his will.”

“Opiece of Martin? Know where they are?”

“Hanna is her former secretary, who resigned because she was married to one of her favorite employees.” he explained.

“Before ... so Hanna has been married?”

“Of course and even have a daughter. That's what makes Aunty disagree, in addition to her family background is not clear also about the status of the divorce he held."

The two stopped talking when they reached Laura's doorstep. They knocked slowly on the door, there was no answer. Belinda tried to open it but it was locked.

“Son, this is Mommy open the door!” he knocked even harder.

There was no response or movement from inside the room.

“Try me Aunt,” says Jessica.

“Laura it's me, Jessica! Lu don't gini donk, cepet open the door.” shouted his best friend.

Laura, who was crying, buried her face in the pillow, reluctant to open the door. He covered his head with a blanket. But the sound of knocking on the door repeatedly rubbed his ears.

“What are they wrong? I am cuekin gini. It's actually wrong I why put so much hope on that guy.” His inner.

“I should prepare the second option to prepare a heart that is ready to be hurt because it is disappointed. Because sometimes, something goes beyond our will and control as humans.” His next was still raging with his mind.

Finally, though with heavy steps, he walked straight to the door and opened it.

Two people hugged him.

“You don't papa, son?” ask Belinda worried.

“Lu is fine, right? No thoughts of suicide, right?” Jessica didn't want to lose asking.

"What the hell you are," said Laura sulking.

“Laura well ko Mom, again want to own aja.” answer is clear.

“Ngapain are you sad and torturing yourself rich gini, Laura? He is not worthy of you, do not let you netesin tears for people who are absolutely nobody in our lives.”

“Never hope in things that are not necessarily ours, you must prepare a special heart for unexpected things like this.” Jessica chimed.

“I didn't blame anyone, didn't think of him either. I regret being such a fool. Storm to the salon and dress up is not obviously rich gini," he pointed to the wavy dyed hair.

“Eeeittss, this is not in vain, this is proof of your efforts to provide the best for the process prepared by God. Who knows after this you will get a lot better than that jerk," said Jessica holding the shoulder of her best friend.

“Oke-okay, thank you so much Mommy and you Jessica are worried about me. But sorry, today I really want to own.”

Laura slid both her hands begging.

Belinda and Jessica looked at each other.

“Alright, if indeed it is able to make your heart much calmer, we will give you the opportunity to reflect on the incident earlier. Remember this is a hint from God to keep you from bad things.” said Belinda with a heavy sigh advising her daughter.

They walked to the door and closed it slowly.

***

All eyes seemed wide-eyed to see the body rolling down from the tall ladder. Michael who had just exited the room immediately ran very fast, as did Martin who unconsciously stood up from his wheelchair.

With a stride the old man forced himself to hunt down the body lying with blood flowing from his head.

"Hannaaah!" scream them together.

Belinda was moved from the kitchen, as well as their domestic assistant and the guard standing in front. Everyone was hunting towards the scream.

Jessica who looked panicked immediately down the rest of the stairs below, she then mingled to see the body lying unconscious.

"Bring him fast!" martin shouted to see Michael was even silent fixated.

His eyes pusher saw fresh blood coming out of his wife's head and legs. His feet suddenly stiffened with hands that were preparing to lift Hanna's body.

Instantly Martin immediately remembered the baby candidate who was conceived by his son-in-law. His body suddenly trembled with legs that felt heavy.

"Prepare the car, Agra!" michael orders while carrying Hanna's limp body.

The young man ran as fast as lightning to the parking lot and started the nearest car.

"Hanna's aware! Open your eyes!" the man shouted his ear to his wife's face.

Hanna heard the noise around her, but her eyes and body felt heavy to move.

"He's still breathing!" his stride accelerated his pace.

"Quick Michael!" Martin again screeched from a distance.

"Mm. .. i-it .. That's Hanna's sister's flirting," she replied lying.

Martin looked worriedly at the speeding car, he rested his body on the edge of the door. His hands were massaging his head which suddenly felt throbbing.

"Hey Gorda! Get the car ready!" tell the standby bodyguard in front of the house.

"Well, Daddy can stand?" ask Belinda who just realized her husband is not in a wheelchair anymore.

The man realized that he was walking without a wheelchair. His eyes looked down and touched both of his legs.

"A-I'm cured, Belinda?" he held his feet.

"Yes ..you can walk without a wheelchair" said the woman, keeping her mouth shut.

Her eyes glazed over her husband. Although still staggering and not yet able to stand upright, but this is already a major progress in the development of Martin's health.

Behind the disaster there is a gift of God that looks real.

"Let's go to the hospital quickly," he invited him to pay attention to the miracle that was happening to him.

"Would you use a wheelchair, sir?" bargain Gorda swiftly took the thing.

"No need! You help me get to the car" he said, walking slowly to the yard.

Belinda who was still astonished followed him from behind and then, helped the husband reach his net.

“Awhile, I took my bag and phone first.” Belinda said back running into her room.

She found Jessica still pensively on the side of the stairs.

“You why Jessica?” ask Belinda.

“A-I ... I wait here aja yes aunt.” answer stamped.

“OK, you rest in the guest room only. Ask Bi Parmi to prepare his room yah.”

“Good aunt, thanks."

“In the meantime,” Belinda suddenly approached Jessica.

“this wasn't you, was it?” her half-whispered tanyanya saw the girl clingy.

“Bu-not aunty, of course it was not that Brother Hanna slipped and his handrails were released.” he explained with rounded eyes.

“OK, well hope you don't misunderstand the words aunt earlier.”

The girl also quietly folded her lips covering the nervousness in the look of her face.

“May the woman lose her memory or go into a coma better," he whispered inwardly.

The metallic black car rolled off the Delopez home very quickly. He continued to pursue sports cars driven by Agra that had not been seen at all in front of him.

“Who's guarding at home?” ask him to Gorda.

“There is a Saint, Sir,” he replied.

“Give my phone,” his orders to the wife.

Martin then contacted the man named Santo, a security guard who guarded his house.

“Halo Saint! You quickly check the cctv upstairs and send me the video!" strict orders.

“Why use see cctv everything?” protest the wife.

Somehow the feeling so bad especially seeing the strange way Jessica who seemed to panic and nervous earlier.

“I want to see what the position of the fall of Hanna, who knows can help the medical team to provide help to our future grandchildren.”

“What? Grandchild candidate? Ja-so Hanna is pregnant?” Belina nodded her head against the car seat.

“Yes, Michael just told me. His face was radiant when he talked to me about it. Don't let anything happen with the content, or he will be disappointed" he said staring out the window regretting his actions earlier that let his daughter-in-law climb the stairs.

"It's worth having blood come out of her legs" he muttered almost inaudibly.

"What blood?"

"We wish her all the best for her womb" the woman said, dismissing the worst possible outcome.

***

While inside the house Jessica settles towards the top floor. He looked up at the ceiling.

"Dead me! There's a cctv in there!" he screamed in his heart.

"Where is their central cctv room? It seems I've seen it in the front post." he muttered again back and forth between down or up.

Then the girl chose to continue up the stairs to go to Laura's room, her ears caught the sound of footsteps entering the house. He stopped his steps looking at the door.

A security guard quickly walked up the stairs towards him. He just acts ordinary walking.

"Where are you, sir?" he asked curiously when the burly body was already nearby.

"To the cctv control room, Non." she replied as she passed the girl.

"Isn't the cctv room in the post?" ask again.

"That's for outdoor cctv only, if the inside one is on top. Let's not," he said politely.

Jessica did not reply, her heart racing. In a moment, his actions will be known to that person. He thought of a way to stuff the security guard's mouth.

He slowly followed the security guard to a room located at the end of the hall.

"Sir-sister wait!" he shouted before the man opened the door.

"Can I see you, sir?"

The man scrunched his forehead staring at Jessica's astonishment.

"For what, Non? I was in a hurry Mr. Martin told me to send him the video."

"Wine! Did they suspect me?" his screams in the heart.

"Sir, if I give you a chance to be rich what would you want? Buy whatever your needs and desires without bothering to think about money, you want?"

Jessica took a look at the middle-aged man's appearance, her hair already looked a little whitish despite being covered in a black hat that read security. However, his body was still burly, sturdy and gallant.