The Dancer (The Story of a Single Parent, Who Became a Night Dancer)
SP 15'S
~She My daughter~
With a face full of annoyance Jerry drove his car very quickly.
Jerry hit the steering wheel hard. "Where do they know my villa?!"
"Let'soooo!" frustrated screams.
During this time, no one could find him anywhere, Villa was the only place where Jerry could calm himself down, he also used to bring his mother there, treating her mother until she finally breathed her last.
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Some of the Sakti men who did not participate in the war this afternoon, directly deployed by Sakti so that they all docked to the place where Gladis and Shine might be held captive, Jerry and Satria already know the whole place where Wiharja will likely hold his target.
"You investigate right away, if there's some security there means they're keeping him there, you're gonna have to move on right away." Satria direct
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During these three months, Gladis had always struggled alone, he had never asked anyone for help to support himself and Shine. A husband and a father can only hurt a woman who loves him so sincerely.
"You're why the hell, why do you always bring a little money every day?" shouted a woman who became an actor in the household Gladis and Jaka.
Mely is the girl who became Jaka's lover before marrying Gladis. Jaka marries Gladis for a challenge, one orders him to marry Gladis and if Jaka succeeds he will get a hundred million rupiah from a woman.
"Stop! Don't keep yelling, I'm tired of hearing you keep complaining! Why can't you be an independent wife like Gladis." Angry Jaka.
"Oh, so now you're starting to compare me to the dancer that night? which is not necessarily a holy woman, it could be that she had done that with another man!" Shouted Mely again.
"Sound she's not that kind of woman." Jaka who was caught off guard by the quarrel between the two of them, immediately passed, he left his house.
The man could carefully judge women, men did not easily forget someone who was used to being by his side, the same as Jaka even though he had originally married Gladis for money, she said, but do not rule out the possibility of growing the seed of love just that he did not realize it.
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"Please come in, sir."
Wiharja went into the room, she was going to meet the girl, with a fierce gaze, widened eyes and hardened jaws she looked at Gladis face.
The gaze that Wiharja showed was very frightening to Gladis, with his body shaking, heart pounding, fingers feeling frozen and numb, Gladis instantly froze, his eyes kept turning to think about the fate of his daughter who was within the grasp of others he did not know.
"So this woman is so guarded by my son?" Wiharja got closer and gripped the jaws of Gladis firmly.
The pain that Gladis felt was evident from his closed eyes and opened them again, Wiharja was very satisfied to see Gladis' reaction, if he was a heartless person, it was certain that he would hurt the woman even more violently.
"Listen, I can make you sicker than this, a woman covered in sin, easily fit into the life of my son who is successful and very smart," Wiharja said.
"Why is my life so hard, Lord? I've dumped my husband, kidnapped a strange man and now I'm meeting a man who's so angry that I'm getting into his son's life." While crying Gladis complained because of his fate.
"Kids? you have a daughter? whose son is he?" wiharja asked with a shout right on Gladis' face.
Gladis was silent, he was unable to speak, not unwilling to speak, his tongue was muddled, his lips silenced, his mind drifting.
"Whose son is that?" yelled Wiharja even louder.
"My son!" jerry shouted that appeared suddenly.
Wiharja instantly turned her body around, saw the figure who shouted and acknowledged a child as her daughter.
Wiharja was wide-eyed, she clenched tightly in her hand, her jaw was hardening, she did not know why her son could-can say it was his daughter.
"Jerry!" her screams of anger were approaching her.
"Never touch my wife and daughter, if Papa hurts them, I will never forgive, even if it is my own father." Firmly while staring at the face of the woman whose face is full of spots of strong grip.
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