YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
BLOOD TYPE
Altha's shout sounded, asking Juna to bring Tika and Mora out. Broken images and emotions are hard to control.
As powerful as Altha stopped the two who slapped each other, hit even the jam. Altha's hair was also exhausted in Aliya's grasp.
"Aliya Citra stops, you set a bad example to the children." Altha pulled the two roughly.
"It hurts Alt." The image saw a strong grip on his arm.
"Is this the attitude of a mother? where is the mature and highly educated image? you're embarrassing Image." Altha's gaze was sharp, disappointed to see the childish image's behavior.
"What does Alt mean? what do you think is an example of a good mother like her?" image's hand pointed towards Aliya who was tidying up her hair.
Altha smiled not only Citra's love changed, but Citra's attitude also changed. The woman who understood Altha the most was not there, once trivial things were never a quarrel, but now the eyes of Citra also felt foreign.
"I'll never let you snatch the kids." The image instantly crashed onto Aliya, stepping away.
Aliya wanted to chase, but Altha's hand held her back. Al did not want to add to the commotion anymore, at least what happened made Aliya satisfied because she saw the image of heartbreak, and regret took the decision to leave.
"Your nose is bleeding." Altha is looking for a place for medicine.
Altha's gentle treatment cleared Al's nose with a tissue, the two's faces getting closer. Altha's expression seemed to feel pain when Al felt nothing.
"Not hurt?"
"Little." Al's smile was seen staring at Altha's disheveled hair.
"Change your clothes, look all wet." Altha's eyes glared at Aliya.
Aliya undressed in front of Altha making Alt swallow, Altha's eyes immediately closed to see Aliya's white body without clothes.
"Why have our eyes closed before naked?"
"Aliya, you women keep your attitude as men, do not debate directly change clothes." Altha turned her face, turning her back to Aliya who only used the interior.
"Why not pursue Imagery? go calm the feelings of the children. What about the image of their birth mother?" Al smiled, seeing Altha leave without saying anything.
There was a feeling of sadness when Altha obeyed Aliya's words, in fact Al hoped Altha rejected him.
In the living room Citra furiously waits for Altha to come down, Tika and Juna bow their heads while Mora is already with the baby sister.
"You saw for yourself the evil stepmother that Papa brought into this house." Citra's breathing was very dull, he was satisfied to beat up Aliya.
"Bad Mama, why water the sleeping Mami? hit Mommy too. Tika is angry with Mama." Tika's gaze was sharp, directly stepping away.
Citra yells asking Tika to stop, yelling at her daughter who is defending a cheap woman.
Citra's tone was very high, saying that Aliya was only pretending to be good and would make Altha hate her children.
"Mom better get home, don't make a fuss in the morning." Juna's high tone sounded, without looking at the highly respected woman before leaving.
"What are you talking about, Juna? where's Mama's son's manners?"
Juna shed her tears, seeing her Papa with another woman was already quite painful for Juna, seeing her Mama with another man also stirred up Juna's heart.
As a son, Juna's younger siblings had hopes of reuniting with their parents, but Juna realized that his expectations were too great and would hurt both sides.
Her mother's decision to leave was right, because only parting can stop the commotion and mutual hurt.
"I am your birthplace Juna? can you throw Mama out?"
"Juna didn't throw Mama away, but Mama decided to leave. Why do you get angry at other women when you can't stand it?"
"Bad you are Juna? who taught you to speak impolitely?" The image firmly gripped his son's arm.
"Mama know why Tika is happy with mom? because Mami was always honest and sincere. Mama's changed a lot, we feel foreign." Juna lowered his head, his lips quivering with tears, feeling the tightness of his chest.
Altha walked down the stairs, asking Citra to follow her. Alt doesn't want to talk at home that could make things worse.
The sound of knocking on the door was heard, Aliya opened the door to see Tika carrying milk making Aliya laugh.
"Mommy doesn't drink baby milk."
"It's Tika's milk." Tika monyong's lips.
A strong sound of falling goods was heard, Aliya immediately ran down the stairs hearing the sound of Amora's cry falling with the baby sister.
Aliya was surprised to see Mora lying on the floor on her stomach, her head bleeding. Aliya immediately held Mora who was crying hysterically.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Miss, I left you a moment ...."
Aliya did not listen to the explanation anymore, immediately running to ride Mora. Arjuna and Tika also run after Al into the car.
"Juna carried Mora, Tika sat in the back."
Mora's cries have not stopped, the crowded streets make the pace of the car slow.
"Prophey baby, Mommy won't stay quiet." Aliya ransacked the jammed streets, not caring about the traffic.
Juna felt anxious to see Aliya's behavior that could be mentioned, not even caring about the existence of the police.
"Mommy, Mora why don't you move?"
"Don't just talk to Juna, Mora's just holding back the pain."
Tika and Juna's cries rang out, Aliya's hands shook until she arrived at the hospital.
Amora was immediately rushed, her clothes full of blood made Aliya very worried.
"O Allah what happened to so much blood." Al stared at Mora into the ward.
"Juna you're carrying a cell phone?" Al forgot to bring his phone.
"It's Mi."
Aliya immediately checked CCTV, Aliya's body immediately drooped weakly to see CCTV footage showing Mora falling from the second floor, due to the negligence of her caregiver who was busy calling while making out, and making out, not realizing that Mora was walking up the stairs and fell down.
"Mi what should we do?"
"Call your Papa, Mora's condition doesn't seem good." Al scowled his temple, clutching his hand firmly.
Altha hires a nanny who is still unstable, her mind still wanting to have fun and date.
At times Juna contacted his father, but there was no answer.
"Call your Mama Juna?"
Arjuna made a call, Citra immediately replied saying she was with her papa.
Juna told me that if Mora fell, he had been rushed to the hospital. His head was badly injured.
The doctor came out, asked Aliya to listen if Mora's condition was weak, she needed some blood bags to prepare.
"Doctor how is my son?" Altha stared intently, Citra was already crying hysterically.
"He needs some blood bags to prepare, the father's condition is still weak, we will help as best we can. His blood type .. Please both parents to check his blood type.
"I'm Doc's father, but why blood type ...." Altha looked at Citra whose face was pale, their blood type was different from Mora's.
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