Revenge Revenge Hanna
Escape

All were silent in each other's minds. Michael is seen trying to calm himself with his chest up and down.

The sense of happiness he had just felt, had to be replaced with sadness and dilemma in his heart.

Not long after, Martin's phone was heard. The man immediately opened it and saw a message coming in. His eyes narrowed while watching a video sent by his men.

Then he was seen contacting someone.

"Hello, Saint! Keep the girl at home, don't let her out of my house for a while!" then he turned off his phone.

"See this video!" Martin handed the flat object to Michael.

Instantly his eyes were fiddled with the clear sight of Jessica's hand pushing his wife to the point of losing balance. Behind him Belinda watched as she closed her mouth in surprise. He closed his eyes when he saw the body of his son-in-law rolling down the stairs to the bottom.

"Jessica's Secret! It's obvious that she was intent on interrupting Hanna" said the woman, who saw her daughter-in-law sleeping facing the window, turning her back to them.

Although her eyes were closed, Hanna heard clearly the speech of her in-laws. In his heart he was a little relieved there was strong evidence of the girl's crimes.

"Let's go home and I'll sort this out" Martin asked his wife.

"Mommy take care of Hanna just let Michael be with Daddy yah," he bargained to see Michael.

The man swiftly stood up and headed for the door.

"That's your Daddy's being held! He did not want to use a wheelchair." exclaimed Belinda to the child.

"Well, Daddy can walk?"

Michael was surprised to see his father was able to stand up even though it was not as normal as before. And walk slowly despite teetering.

"Yes, if you get used to it like this, maybe Daddy can be normal again" he said excitedly.

Then the son and father walked out the door to the parking lot.

Inside the room they were both silent without a word. Hanna still closed her eyes withstanding the pain that spread throughout the body. While her in-laws continued to ponder over Jessica's fate.

"What if he opens his mouth to Martin? Finish me! The girl was too rash, "he whispered inwardly.

"Hanna ... mommy came out for a while well" she said slowly seeing her daughter-in-law closed in.

Then, with a slow step he headed for the exit.

Hanna who realized no one opened her eyes and tried to sit down.

"Aw," he murmured with pain.

He kept holding his stomach, unable to move.

"Excuse me" said a nun who came in carrying a tension device.

"Mom Hanna, tomorrow morning the curette. So later in the night it has started fasting" he continued, checking his patient's blood pressure.

"Good, sus."

"Is there anyone outside, sus?" tanyanya.

"So there were mothers who came out of here the way forward. But I don't know where to go" he replied.

"Did he have anything to do with Jessica's actions?" ask in the heart.

While outside Belinda was contacting Jessica anxiously. His head kept looking left right at the situation.

"Jessica, you get out of there!" he cried when his call was answered.

"Here I'm in Auntie's car, what's wrong?" The voice on the phone answered.

"Thank God you're out of the house" Belinda said.

"What's wrong, Auntie?" ask Jessica curiously.

"Om Martin just as Michael is heading home to catch you. What you did was recorded on cctc, Jessica!"

"W-what? So that cctv was sent to Om Martin?" tanyanya while stepping on the brake suddenly made the car behind her hit her car.

"Yes, the Saint sent him earlier."

"Ah, fuck! B! The man betrayed me" Jessica said in her heart.

Before long the window was pounded someone made him surprised.

"Then what's the situation, Auntie?" jessica asked ignoring the screams from outside.

"He survived only the fetus in the womb was not helped," he said slowly as if regretting something.

"What's? So Hanna's sister is pregnant? Why didn't Auntie say?"

"Tante also just found out earlier," he said as he bowed.

"Okay Aunt, thanks for the information. It used to be well," he said while turning off his call.

"Open the door!" a man shouted beside his car as he banged on the window.

"What an apse today!" gerrutu annoyed.

He opened the car door slowly.

"Owalah turns out to be the woman who drives," complained several men who had surrounded his car and disperse.

"Why are you brake suddenly? Look at my bumper to take off!" yell at someone with a big body.

"I don't want to know if you have to compensate for the damage to my car!" he continued on with a high note.

"Surely sir, I will definitely compensate you for your loss. How much will it cost?" jessica asked quickly, refusing to argue.

The man was silent for a moment to look at the bumper of his car and observe the surroundings that began to quiet.

"About 2 million," he said looking at the girl in front of him.

"It seems like the rich man's son of that kind of money must be nothing to him" the man whispered by pulling the corner of his lips.

"OK, you call me his account number to transfer."

"Woy move! It's stuck!" shouted another driver.

They feel uncomfortable because they have to take turns using the two-way street.

"Please get on the edge of the car!" yell at the others.

"So sir, I took the car" Jessica said back into her car.

So did the man, they were looking for a pretty empty place to park.

It felt like Jessica had run away from the man, but the traffic jam made her unable to pucker up. He recently left the elite housing complex of the Delopez family. His heart was afraid that they would realize his disappearance.

He immediately slipped out of the house when the two guards were in the control room.

After the car was parked in a large enough place, Jessica came back out. The person who demanded compensation immediately approached him to hand over a piece of paper.

"Please transfer here" he said.

Not yet had Jessica sent the money suddenly his hand was pulled by someone.

"Where are you going?" he shouted a familiar baritone voice.

"Michael!" the pekikin' in heart. The feared thing finally happened.

As the girl looked up, her eyes rounded as she met Michael.

"sister"

"Let's come!" his command drew a rough smooth hand that.

"Eeehhhh wait!"

The man who was asking for compensation intercepted the two of them by stretching out his hands.

"This girl has not finished her business with me!" his screeches.

"What's up?" ask Michael to look at Jessica.

"He stopped suddenly, so my car bumper hit him almost unplugged!" clearly pointing at the car.

"okay! Quickly transfer him 1 million," Michael orders the girl.

"But this man asked for 2 million, brother."

"Heh, you want to squeeze?" snapped Michael glaring.

The man was silent, the cost of replacing the damage to his car was not up to 2 million. He just takes advantage of the situation.

"One million is enough! Fast transfer," he said seeing Jessica who was still holding a paper bearing the account number.

Martin looked agitated in the car. He saw the girl standing on the side of the road with a man with a car behind him having damage to his bumper.

Michael quickly pulled over his car and approached Jessica.

"I've transferred," said the girl showing her blessing to the father.

"Have finished? Come on, follow me!" the order pulled Jessica's hand.

"But my car, brother."

"Let Agra take it!"

They both walked towards the car across the street. Martin was already preparing with a mounting anger.

"Sister, I was completely unintentional! I'm cu-"

"Shut up!" exclaiming Michael.

A few minutes later they were in the car.

"Hurry to the police station!" martin exclaimed at Michael without looking at Jessica who was sitting in the back.

"I'm sorry om, I was completely unintentional" she said, uniting her hands together.

The two of them were silent regardless of Jessica's whining.

"Om, please forgive me. Please forgive me, I promise I will bear all the care costs of Ms Hanna" she said.

"Then, can your money return my future grandchildren? Huh!" still with the foresight.

The girl seemed silent for a moment.

"Mmc ... Of course not om, but myself I can give whatever grandchild om Martin wants." he said ventured to glance at Michael through the rearview mirror.

Seriate...