Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
Confession In the Clutter

Abel clenched his hands tightly, the inner role he felt cluttered his mind. Between her trauma and her courage now feels tested, which is stronger.

Dion held onto Abel's shoulder, it made him grow shrill. But spontaneously Abel immediately fought back. He twisted Dion's hand and immediately kicked her right in the chest.

Now his courage is rising. It was true, he had to exact his revenge on Dion. "What?! Shocked? I'm not the same Abel, Yon. I'm sure Abella you know won't be easy to beat!"

Dion was furious, it turned out that his little girl was brave now. The man got up, then attacked Abel with his punch. Abel did not stay silent, he hit, punched, did not even hesitate to kick the man.

Bugh ...

One kick hit Dion's cheek. Dion was shocked, it turned out that the girl could not be underestimated right now. Dion tried to reciprocate Abel's treatment and now he also managed to hurt the corner of Abel's lips.

"GAL, ABEL," cried Degas.

Gala glanced at Abel who had now wrestled with Dion. Anger soars. Strongly beating his opponents to the point of being exposed, he had to help Abel immediately.

Dion took out his knife, Abel was a little worried. He really only uses his bare hands. Abel tries to incapacitate the weapon but to no avail, he is quite overwhelmed to face Dion as well.

"Lo give it up, Bel. Your energy is no stronger than mine" he said disparagingly.

"Don't say much!" Abel took another blow at Dion.

That's enough, it can't be delayed anymore. He tightened his knife and thrust it once, then pulled it out. However, the target is wrong. It was Gala he had stabbed.

"GALL!" Abel panicked as the sharp object pierced Gala's stomach. But Gala pushed him slowly away.

Gala kicked Dion in the chest until he hit the ground. Even though he was sick he did not care about his circumstances, Dion should he finish right now.

Bugh ... Bugh ... Bugh

Gala brutally beat him up, he wouldn't let anyone hurt Abel let alone touch him. Gala smiled obliquely as her victim could no longer twitch. "That's why you dared to touch Abel to make him hurt!"

Gala raised her hand and clenched it again, but Abel prevented it. "Stopp!! Lo luka! Better take care of your wounds first, I don't care about him."

Gala looked at Abel who was now crying while covering the wound on his stomach with a jacket. Raka instructs the Lazaruz children to disband. Degas helped Abel drive the car.

"Awwwwhhhh, pain Bel. I have to finish him" Gala said, holding Abel's hand.

"Sir, you get in the car!" Abel forces Gala to leave the place and enter the car.

Abel was worried and laid Gala's body down and put her head on his lap. "Lo take it, we're going to the hospital."

Degas who understood also drove out the car and immediately rushed to the hospital. Every now and then he looked in the rearview mirror, he could not bear to see Abel crying so.

"Lo why the hell didn't I get rich earlier huh? Now you are rich gini. You shouldn't be so rich" Abel scolded in between his stuff.

Gala chuckled and wiped away the tears coming down from his wife's cheeks. "Little wound, why are you crying hey? Don't cry."

"How could I not cry if I see you rich gini?" Abel did not care what Gala responded. He just wants to cry now. No matter what his hands and clothes were covered in blood from Gala's wounds.

"Don't think of me, lo it's that bad! You get a knife, that's a lot more important. You can't say much first, I'm gapapa," replied Abel.

"Shhhhhh, I also gapapa. Still my wife. I just hurt a little. Bel, you love me?" Gala asked slightly teasing his wife.

"Galaaa lo what the heck is it rich? Do not talk much, do not move much, must be strong. We will talk later, not the right time to discuss it, Galaxy," said Abel who seemed increasingly heavy tears.

Slowly Gala closed her eyes, Abel was shocked to see that. "GALAAA, WAKEUP! YES, YES, I LOVE YOU. DO NOT STAY IN ME FIRST. SHE SAID GAMAU MADE ME A YOUNG WIDOW." Abel tried to pat Gala on the cheek but the man did not wake up either.

"CEPETT GALA IS NOT CONSCIOUS."

Degas panicked and he increased his speed. "Calm down, Bell just let us get there."

"Galaa awake!! Gall. I would feel so guilty if you why-why. Wakeup!!!" Abel lowered his head, he really could not help but cry.

Gala gave a laugh, Abel was so panicked that he just closed his eyes for a moment to relieve the pain in his wound. "I know you love me."

Abel fell silent and wiped his tears. Slowly he stared intently at Gala who was now chuckling and looking at him. "Bodo very! Why are you still joking when you are rich? I'm worried about you, even joked."

"Hahaha I'm sorry, don't cry that's why."

Abel did not reply, he just continued to hold Gala's hand tightly. Only this time did he feel such deep anxiety. But this guy just looks mediocre.

Degas stopped his car in front of the ER. The nurse greeted them with a gurney and immediately took Gala into the ER room. Abel remained faithful to hold Gala's hand without taking it off. He was willing to continue beside Gala until the man recovered.

"Why can't you?" Abel.

Gala nodded and smiled faintly, although Gala's face was already pale and did not want to make Abel even more worried. Until finally they had to separate because Abel was banned from entering.

Abel tried to contact his family and the Gala family. They should know the condition of Gala. Abel also had to call for help to get Dion reported to the police. He won't let her just be free after what she did to him and Gala.

Abel crouched down while burrowing his face, he was scared. Far more afraid than facing Dion. He regretted, he should have complied so as not to come. Maybe if he hadn't gone to the Gala it would be fine by now.

Degas approached Abel who was crying in front of the ER. Her body was shaking, she knew Abel was crying right now. Just this time he saw Abel crying, even he had heard that Abel was hard to cry. Degas crouched down in front of Abel, looking at the girl who was still unaware of her presence.

"Lo, what a pity Gala is, Bel?" Inner Degas.

"Don't cry, Gala will be fine. He's not that weak" Degas said.

Abel turned his head and looked at Degas who was now in front of him. "Gue was afraid of her why-why," Abel said with his raucous voice.

"He won't do anything, that rich wound won't make him die. The gala has fought a lot, he will not give up the same situation. The important thing is that you're optimistic, don't overthink."

Abel fell silent, but somehow he was very hard to stop crying. He hated being such a sensitive person.

Degas held out mineral water to Abel. "Drink first, calm down. Gala wouldn't like to see you cry so, her strength is lo. So you have to be strong too."

Abel wiped his tears, tried to catch his breath and stopped crying. Slowly he took the mineral bottle from Degas' hand and drank it. "You guys, Gas."

Degas nodded and smiled. Lying that now he's not hurt to see Abel cry. Even though he had already met Abel with Gala, no one had ever known that Degas loved Abel until this very moment.