
Alana Adhinata is a 15-year-old girl. Sitting in the corner of the room, staring at the beautiful woman who was being treated by the MUA team since three hours ago. Today is the happy day of her beloved sister, Lily Adhinata. She was about to marry the man she was so despised by Alana because of the man's arrogant and cold demeanor. The reason for the hatred was only because of a trivial matter, but it was in Alana's heart.
Alana hates Arundaya Dirgantara for taking Lily from her life by marrying her. He didn't take it of course!
"Hey, am I pretty?" lily asked with a pretty face and a happy look.
"You're perfect, brother." Alana tried hard to say that, holding back the tears that had started to bristle in the eye sinks.
The marriage was supposed to happen a year ago, but because Alana disagreed with Lily, Lily reluctantly rejected Arun's proposal, the man she had been dating for a long time. That's what makes Arun hate Alana. The man clearly knew Alana's position in the family, but he dared to decide whether Lily could marry or not.
That night, on his way home from the Adhinata house, disappointed in his heart after the rejection, Arun pulled Alana who happened to be passing by in the yard of the house.
"Based on the self-knowing girl, selfish! For your sake, you're throwing Lily's happiness away. Do you know, she really wants to marry me? That makes him happy! But you with your childish nature it ruins everything. I hate you, Alana!"
Afterwards Arun passes leaving Alana who is still shocked at what Arun has just done to her.
Arun loved Lilyana very much, since their first meeting at the campus event, the welcoming of new students at that time. Arun as an outstanding campus alma mater was asked to give a word of welcome and motivation for students who will struggle in the blue campus.
From that day on, Arun approached Lily. Gayung together, Lily received Arun who was then the CEO of her papa's large company, Wiga Dirgantara.
A four-year relationship convinces Arun to propose to Lily. Lily's parents are of course very happy to get a prospective daughter-in-law from a distinguished family, as big as Dirgantara.
The joy of Santi and Bima, Lily's parents did not last long. Their dreams are shattered when Lily rejects the proposal. Especially for reasons that make no sense, namely Alana does not agree. This made his parents disappointed and angry at Lily's decision. Even Santi hated his stepdaughter even more.
"Basic child does not know himself! On what basis did you ruin your brother's happiness? You're envious, aren't you? You need to know who you are here!" salak Santi dragged Alana's hand away from the living room. It's his patience.
Santi's pinch on her arm and waist made Alana grimace in pain. Santi completely exhausted his patience with this stepson. The face of Alana was full of hate. "You are a disaster in my life and my family. Can't you just die?" he said with a trembling voice.
Every time you see Alana's face, Santi will be brought to remember the events of 15 years ago. The night he would remember even reached the grave. The origin of the hatred embedded in his heart.
That night, drizzling rain greeted the land of Jakarta. Santi just arrived in Jakarta with Lily who was then 7 years old. They had just arrived after a week in Jogja taking care of Lily's granny who was very ill. Bima could not go with them because of the work and also run the company they had just started.
The unlocked gate made it easy for them to enter. Even the forgotten door is locked from the inside. Lily, who was tired at the time, chose to lay her body on the sofa as she entered the living room.
Santi's forehead is wrinkled. The house looks so quiet, while the usual husband at this hour must have enjoyed the news on television it is not visible. Just about to call his servant, Santi hears a voice from inside Mira's room, his servant. The more curious Santi put his ear on the door leaf, eavesdropping for a moment to ascertain what was going on in there.
Her heart was pounding, as the sighing voice and the great growl were like the voice of her husband. Santi still brushed aside all the possibilities that had started to spread in his mind. His legs started to limp, his body trembling as the man made a sound.
Twice taking a breath, Santi strengthened his heart. Give courage to himself to push the door and open the adultery done by both.
Brak!
The slash of the door that hit the wall made the two men who were lying without a thread was jolted.
Bima hurriedly pushed Mira from above her body until she slammed on the floor. "San-ti...."
No words came out of Santi's mouth His vengeful eyes looked at the two men who had sinned. Slowly his feet stepped, standing right in front of Mira who with both hands covered her upper body. His face looked very frightened when he met Santi.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," said Mira fearfully. Kowtow at Santi's feet, hoping the woman will give him mercy.
Instead of forgiving, the angry Santi grabbed Mira by the hair, dragging her out of the house. Upon arriving at Santi's yard cursing and even beating Mira.
"Sundal woman, pel*cur, biad*b, do not know yourself. You're disgusting!" maki is full of emotions.
"I'm sorry, Madam. But the master forced me. The first day the madam left, sir raped me. Forgive me madam," said Mira still prostrate at Santi's feet with a body shaking violently. He knew he was wrong.
Bima who came to look out after she finished wearing clothes, brought a blanket and covered Mira's body.
"Based on a jerk! You touched it in front of me!" raung Santi's.
"I'm sorry Santi. I'm mistaken. I'm sorry." Bima kneels before Santi.
"You're disgusting. Divorce me now!"
"No Santi. I'm not going to divorce you. Please give me one more chance, for Lily's sake, for the company we just built."
"Want this woman?" Santi glanced in disdain at Mira who was still down to apologize.
"Excite him. We give him some money to keep his mouth shut. We can start a new chapter. I'll never do it again, I swear." Both Bima's hands fused in front of the chest, begging for Santi's mercy.
Just because of Lily, and also her family's honor. Santi forgave Bima, although the embers will always be stored in the heart.