Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.103 Radite Conditions
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Downstairs, more precisely at the hotel restaurant, Keenan seemed to be smiling intently, as he recalled his plan with Nawang, to prank the newlyweds.
Akh, it seems less appropriate if it is called pranking, maybe more precisely they are giving smoothness to Ezra can break the fast after a long time.
Nawang even brought Naura to go on vacation to the top for a few days, for the sake of launching their plan.
Chuckles amusedly, as he imagined what was going on inside his brother's room. Busy with his own thoughts, Keenan did not even realize that he was currently the subject of attention of the guests of the restaurant that afternoon.
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The joyful atmosphere of love that Ayu is now feeling is inversely proportional to what is now happening, in the home of Radit's parents.
Sari is in a frenzy because she hears of Ayu's wedding being held at a luxury hotel, with limited invitations and strict guardianship.
The middle-aged woman, just got a message from a friend in her tourist group, because there was one of her friends who was invited and had the opportunity to attend, in the marriage of a rich businessman's son who was in the top ten of the richest families in the country.
Seeing the various photos of Ayu's happiness and the various decorations of the magnificent party, made her heart inflamed. She couldn't accept that her ex-daughter-in-law, who she had thrown away, was now getting someone more everything from her son.
“Based on cheap women, surely he gets a rich man for giving his body first!” sari, throwing her smartphone in any direction.
Leaning his body, with his notoriously strong hands, resisted the urge of envy that was beginning to make his senses disappear.
“Women like you can't feel happiness over my son's suffering!” furious Sari.
Brak ....
Sari turned her face, looking at the main door that was opened violently, she already knew who was coming.
Exhaling violently, when he saw Radit back home by holding a cheap woman into the house.
“Yes, Radit! Until when will you continue like this? I've been dizzy with all your behavior!” Sari approached her son who looked half-drunk.
“Brussia ... I'm a fucking bringel! Come on baby we're going to room.” Radit clasped his hand in the air, as a sign of dislike for Sari's words.
“Hah, basic useless child, usually just drunk and play with the jal@ng!” shouted Sari.
Radit indifferently, the man continued to walk with the help of the night woman beside him, towards the second floor, where his room was located.
“You know, now Ayu is married again to the son of a rich businessman? Hahaha ... Your ex-wife is already happy with her life, while you? Look at you now, exactly like that bastard guy!”
Sari's shout made Radit stop his steps. His hand brushed off the woman's arm beside him, then spun around looking at his mother in despair.
Smiling bitterly towards Sari, then turned back, staggering towards her room.
“I want to be alone, you can go,” Radit tepis on the hands of the lady of the night who will help her back.
The woman gave a rude snort, then turned towards the exit without a word.
Yes, ever since he was fired from his job and abandoned by Mala, Radit vented his disappointment at booze, almost every night he went to the nightclub to dow the unclean water.
Until a long time he began to play women, often Radit brought the women that night to his house, ignoring the talk of the neighbors who began to judge his actions.
Sari has resigned to continue advising her only child, even Pram as her father, now no longer care about the fate of Radit. The middle-aged man, preferring to concern himself with his work outside the city.
Since Radit's problems with Ayu at that time, Pram only twice returned home, it lasted two days and again chose to go out of town.
Sari scratched the base of her nose, given the fate of her family that had been destroyed, she never thought that one mistake made by her son now had a huge impact on the integrity of her household.
However, his selfish nature still remains in control of the middle-aged woman's common sense, he still blames Ayu for everything that happened to his family. Without opening your eyes to Radit and himself.
As for Radit, the man was immersed in endless regret towards Ayu. He tried to meet the woman several times to apologize. But, the guard around Ayu, always makes it can not just be just greeting. All that made him give up and choose to vent all that on drinks to end up in the jal@ng.
Radit closed the door of his room violently, walking towards the dressing table in the corner of the room, staring at the reflection of his body in the mirror.
Red eyes, thin body, messy clothes, slightly shaggy hair, dull face with fur that began to grow around his face, coupled with a black eye circumference that was quite thick. All of that makes him look like a street thug.
Brak ....
Pyr ....
With all his might, Radit smashed his fist, on his reflection, until the mirror cracked and left some fragments in Radit's hand.
Fresh blood began to pour from the wound of his hand, Radit seemed to be numb, he again grabbed everything on the dressing table, then swept it by hand until all the items scattered across the floor of his room.
Radit crazed, he grabbed all the items nearby, then threw them fresh direction, the room that had looked so neat, now turned into full of broken glass and various objects scattered.
His hands and feet had now been injured, droplets of blood almost filled the entire floor, but Radit seemed to feel no visible wounds.
His heart was hot, when he heard the news of the happiness of the woman he had wasted. The sense of regret in him is increasingly becoming, plus the influence of alcohol that makes him unable to think clearly.
“Radit, open the door!” Sari who heard a rowdy sound from her son's room, shouted with a huff.
“Radit, what are you doing? Realize, open the door!” with all her might Sari banged on her son's room door.
No more noise, but, now the atmosphere turned silent, he also did not hear the voice of the child.
In a panic he called the gatekeeper in front of the house, asking for help to open Radit's room door.
Quickly, the middle-aged man who had worked long enough with the Sari family, approached his employer. With various tools he tried to open the door to Radit's room.
After half an hour more struggling with various tools, finally the door to the room opened. The pitch-black atmosphere, instantly greeting, there was only a dim light from the lights outside that illuminated the room.
Gatekeeper, enter first to look for the light switch, given the condition of the room that looks quite dangerous with the number of broken glass.
Tak ....
As soon as the room became bright, Sari could see all the chaos that was going on inside the room, her gaze circling looking for the whereabouts of her son.
“Bu, Nak Radit is here!” the screams of the gatekeeper from the direction of the bathroom distract Sari.
“Astagfirullah, Radit!"
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Well, what's the same Radit ya🤔🤔