Trapped Game of Galak Lord
TPTG CHAPTER 121.

The next day the doctor had allowed Aryan to go home, noting that he had to rest completely during the healing process. Once every three days he had to come to the hospital for re-control because the wound had not dried properly.

After Aryan agreed to what the doctor said, Dara began packing her husband's belongings. Maybe Aryan bed rest at home, obviously more comfortable than in the hospital.

An hour later, the car they were riding in front of the residence Airlangga. Aina helped Aryan, she swept him into the room without the help of a wheelchair. Aryan does not want to be a spoiled child, now his status has become the husband of people.

"You two just take a break, Mama will take a shower for a while and prepare food for you. Remember, don't fight!" aina said shortly after helping Aryan lay on the bed and straightened her legs.

"Yes Ma, thank you." nodded Dara with a faint smile.

"Betting in bed is okay, Ma?" seloroh Aryan stopped Aina's steps. Aina was about to come out but her steps were held back by hearing her son's mischievous remarks. While Dara himself bowed shyly hiding his cheeks that suddenly reddened like ketchup.

"You want to die?" Aina glared at Aryan. "Just move hard, put on an event"

"And there is Dara Ma, Dara can certainly dominate." cut Aryan as he mengawed a smile and pecked his wife's face reddened.

"God, what is this nightmare? No father, no son, everything is the same." Aina grumbled patting the eel, then left Aryan and Dara just like that. For a long time his brain could boil thinking of his son's perverted behavior. It turns out true said people, falling fruit will not be far from the tree.

After Aina completely disappeared from their sight, Dara quickly closed the door and locked it. "You rest first, I take a bath for a while" said Dara with cheeks that still left red marks, she looked awkward alone with her husband.

"Bring it up later, help me first!" pinta Aryan while grimacing in pain, his face looked wry as if doused in vinegar.

"What's wrong with you, Aryan?" Dara then scattered and sat on the side of the bed, trying to find out the cause of her husband grimacing like that. So scared, Dara quickly unbuttoned the shirt attached to Aryan's body. He thought maybe the scar was inflamed.

Sontak Aryan reviewed the mischievous smile and pulled Dara to his side.

"It hurts so much.." hiss Aryan while clutching tightly Dara's body, of course Dara was increasingly panicked made.

"I call Mama yes," Dara was about to move away but Aryan swiftly restrained her waist.

"No need, I just need you. You're the cure" muttered Aryan as she put her hand on Dara's shirt. Suddenly Dara's eyes rounded feeling the touch of Aryan's hand on her back.

"Aryan don't!" with breath stuck in the throat. Dara tries to dodge but Aryan's embrace is getting tighter.

As Dara's body suddenly trembled, she was afraid that Aryan would chase her like that night. Aryan's dark shadow suddenly appeared in his memory.

"Don't hurt me Aryan, I beg you!" pinta Dara with a trembling voice, her tears dripping involuntarily.

Hearing that, Aryan then looked. It never occurred to him that the events of that night would cause trauma in Dara's heart.

"Ma-I'm sorry." immediately Aryan put his hand away and got out of bed. He could do this without thinking about Dara's feelings. But he could not escape his already mounting desire, he wanted Dara.

Then Aryan chose to go into the bathroom and calm himself there. There was no way he could force himself if Dara could not accept it yet.

After almost half an hour, Aryan came out with a wet face after washing it off. He lay back on the bed and turned his back to Dara who was still at the side of the bed.

"Aryan.." call Dara with a face that is difficult to interpret.

"Hmm.." murmured Aryan with his eyes closed.

"Aryan, I-I"

"Hear first!" tukas Dara's.

"I'm sleepy, let me take a break!" tympano Aryan. He didn't want to hear anything, he was lazy to argue because his chest wasn't strong enough to talk much. He also knows what Dara wants to talk about.

"Yes, just sleep then" said Dara with pursed lips.

After Aryan fell asleep, Dara took a bath. After that she put on the knee-length dress of Aina's purchase then went downstairs. He wanted to help Aina prepare dinner.

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"Who are you, let me go!" Tasya's voice boomed when a man forced her into a car.

The man was Oberoi's right hand. A Korean man who just arrived in the capital.

Yes, this morning a private jet landed in the country. Some men dressed in all black went down in turns, one of them a disabled man who had lost his leg. The man could only sit in a wheelchair and be led by his men.

The disabled man was Oberoi, the leader of Onix who had been Aksa's nemesis. She has Indonesian blood from her mother's lineage.

About a year ago he had to give up his amputated leg. It was because of the Onix feud with the Alliance that had been ingrained since long ago. Aksa was only a complement capable of destroying the cruel man's arrogance.

After successfully dragging Tasya, the car drove down the highway. He was taken to a villa located on the outskirts of the city.

"Bug!"

"Aaaaaah.." cried Tasya as her body was pushed so hard that it hit the corner of the table. Fresh blood flowed on the temple of his forehead.

At once Tasya's gaze turned pushy like there were stars circling his head. At that moment also the sound of laughter someone blaring broke his eardrum.

"Who are you?" tasya asked in an almost inaudible voice. The man's face was faintly visible in his eyes.

"What's important to you?" tell the man with a question. He grinned as he lit a match and lit a cigarette. The smoke made it harder for Tasya to see the stature of the man in the wheelchair.

"Kc... Very proud of your style," Tasya commented on the cynical smile, his gaze was as sharp as the eyes of an eagle.

"Aaaaaah." cried Tasya as the man placed a still burning cigarette on the back of his hand. It's really painful, the demonic woman's tears just flowed.

"Enough, don't hurt me!" pinta Tasya groaned, his voice almost disappearing with a trembling body.

"It's nothing, so don't mess with me!" threaten the man with a deadly look. He wanted to swallow Tasya alive so he wouldn't look down on him. It's wrong for that crazy woman to deal with him.

Oberoi was no ordinary person, she would not let anyone oppose her. Moreover, just a weak woman like Tasya, she could have become an angel of death and took Tasya's life right now.

After Tasya agreed to cooperate with him the other day, Oberoi felt the upper hand. He thought that the woman could bring him to Aksa but it turned out that he had a big mistake believing the mad woman.

Because of the incident at that time, some of his men had to die at the hands of Aksa. One of them is his confidant.

Oberoi could not wait anymore. Even if he had to die, he would take Aksa with him. Aksa can't live after what he did before.