THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
Crushed

Sabia's tears had not stopped since then, she lamented her unfortunate fate. Since getting into the taxi they were riding in, not once did Mr. Darma open his mouth again. His lips were still tightly clenched, he was very disappointed and hurt at the actions of the daughter-in-law whom he had considered to be his own son. With his cruelty the Emperor could wish for his daughter and sleep with that model woman!

When compared to Sabia, of course her son is far less with that model. It was fitting that the Emperor turned and had an affair with her, the model was more everything than her innocent and innocent child.

Mr. Darma breathed heavily. He looked at his daughter who was still crying incessantly. His heart aches, he gets hurt, they get rich and then they can do it? Hmh! Although poor but Mr Darma still has pride!!

"Stop crying, Bia. He doesn't deserve you!" cetus Mr. Darma is upset.

Bia did not respond, she wiped her tears slowly. His whole body was weak, it felt like he just wanted to die at this moment. He had just felt happy, yet as fast as lightning all turned into sorrow.

The taxi arrived at the Darma family's modest home half an hour later. Mr. Darma led Sabia down carefully. He paid for a taxi and took his daughter into the house.

Bu Darma who had been waiting for the arrival of the two in the living room suddenly stood up and approached his daughter who was tangled and messy.

"May ..." Ms. Darma hugged her daughter tightly, she cried again.

Sabia who was tired just stared expressionlessly, her tears were no longer dripping, she just wanted to sleep.

"I want to rest, Ma," he asked as he slowly unraveled Bu Darma's embrace.

Ms. Darma wiped her tears and led Sabia into the room. He helped his daughter fall asleep in bed and covered her up.

"Rest, Son. Call Mama if you need anything, okay?"

Bia nodded flat, Ms. Darma wiped her tears that had dripped again and quickly moved out of the room.

After her mother died, Sabia turned around and closed her eyes. He slept on the pillow that the Emperor used when staying in this house, the scent of perfume left behind made Sabia's chest tight again.

"Kai .." Bia's crying broke again. He kissed the pillow with longing.

Is this the end of their story? Then what about the fetus that Bia Bladder? He was the only treasure Bia had right now, the relic of the Emperor whom he once loved dearly.

"I'm sorry, buddy. You should feel this sadness for the next few days. But I promise, after this we can definitely get through both!" Sabia stroked her stomach with a swirl.

Either because of exhaustion after a day of crying, Sabia finally closed and drowned in the dream world.

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Meanwhile at the Mahaputra residence, Mira and Bik Yati were busy pacing to treat the Emperor who had bruises on the chest. Mira gives a cold towel to compress the bruise.

The Emperor shook his head weakly, his heart much more sore than this meager bruise. The test that befell him at once left the Emperor deeply shocked, losing Sabia was a nightmare that finally came true. He did not expect that they would split so soon, even last night they were still making out!

"Where is that brat!!"

Syailendra's shout on the terrace made Mira and the Emperor gasp in shock. Mira swiftly stood up and protected the Emperor who was lying limp on the sofa.

Syailendra entered as the waiter opened the door, he spread his gaze throughout the room and was glued to Mira who was in the middle room.

"Where's the Emperor?!" syailendra exclaimed in wrath as he approached his wife.

Mira still did not budge covering her eldest son, she was preparing if Syailendra faltered. And sure enough, when he saw the Emperor was behind Mira's body, Syailendra suddenly accelerated his steps with his hands raised upwards preparing to beat his son.

"Papa, that's enough! The emperor has already received a sentence today!" bela Mira held her husband to her hardest.

The emperor did not budge, he was not afraid that Syailendra would kill him this time. After all, dying was better than losing Sabia and her future child like this.

"Don't defend him, Ma! This ungodly child must receive even more severe punishment!" Syailendra pointed at the Emperor's face angrily.

"No. That's enough, Pa. The Emperor has been battered like that, can you see he is even more ruined?" sentak Mira sobbing.

Syailendra lowered his raised hand, the Emperor glanced at the hand in disappointment, but he had hoped that a much more painful blow from Mr. Darma's kick would kill him this time.

"Patience, Pa. This is a test for us. All the Emperor needs is our support! Who else would stand by him if everyone blasphemed him, Pa. Poor, Kai!" rutuk Mira has no power to endure grief.

Syailendra glanced at the Emperor who was still unmoved, there was a sense of disappointment, anger and annoyance into one. But seeing the Emperor's sad expression, that pity suddenly appeared. Finally Syailendra sat not far from her son and stared intently at him.

"Say, what does Patricia mean by uploading your photos?? Where is that woman now?!"

The Emperor shook his head in ignorance, his chest still feeling tight and sore every time he exhaled.

"He was angry because I cut off contact with him. He's been threatening to destroy me, but I didn't expect him to actually do it!" clearly the Emperor held back angrily.

"Where is he now?!"

"I don't know, Pa. I've been looking for him in his apartment, in his agency office as well. But no one knows where Pat is!"

"Jalangg woman!! How dare he deal with the Mahaputra family!" decit Syailendra with a glint of eyes full of anger. "Find him any way! Papa will make a calculation with him!"

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