YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
REVENGE
Over the night Aliya kept Altha who suddenly had a fever, Al had prepared the medicine he just got.
Slowly Aliya treated the injured back, Altha's head also had stitches.
"I'm guessing you'll get hurt if you see the truth. As much as your love Altha, even crying in sleep." Al rubbed the tears flowing down his cheeks.
Both of Altha's hands were also injured, her face was also punched, her lips were also injured. Anger makes Alt hurt herself.
"Not only is your heart hurting, but your body is hurting too." Aliya's eyes closed, sleeping beside Alt who was still crying in her dream.
Aliya had not yet slept, keeping Altha feverish. The look in Al's eyes looked at an album, immediately picked it up and looked at it.
Altha's wedding album and the blissful Citra, both smiles look very loose. A very compatible couple, a handsome and beautiful one made Aliya smile.
Some photos of Altha becoming a police officer, even some moments of her rise in the ranks. Also photos of togetherness when Citra became a lecturer also a student of the main rank.
Photographs of Juna's birth adding to their happiness, then the birth of Atika. Aliya did not see the photo togetherness at the birth of Mora, there is only a photo of Mora as a baby.
The harmony of Altha and Citra had been tenuous since the beginning of pregnancy, because Citra felt guilty for her negligence that betrayed Altha.
Alt's busyness was only Citra's reason for letting go of her guilt, thus choosing to part ways.
The image of fearing Altha knew the truth would probably hurt even more, the better Altha was sick from the start.
"Why are you here?" I told you to get out." Alt stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door strongly.
Aliya stepped into the bathroom, watching Al wander his body with water.
"Why are you angry with me? do you love me?" Al stared intently at the back of Altha who turned his head without turning over.
"Love? I dare not speak of love. I don't believe in love, you better go." A cold voice grew increasingly audible, Alt did not even want to see Aliya's face.
"You're jealous of Altha, but are you jealous of me or Citra?" Aliya stepped closer, Alt yelled asking Aliya to stay away.
Aliya pulled Alt's body to look at her, Aliya's hands hugging Altha's neck making them meet and put their noses together.
"Do you remember me?" Al hugged tightly, letting the water wander the bodies of the two of them.
Altha closed her eyes, Alt could not remember any shadow Roby with Citra even hugging the baby. The shadow of Aliya laughing with Roby again appeared in the memory.
"Remember me brother, remember me brother Altha." Al closed his eyes, tightening his embrace.
"Who are you? what do you want from me?" Alt wanted to let go of a hug, but Al was very strong in his arms.
"Little remember me, little do I appear in your memory. Help me brother Altha, Aliya scared and lonely. Every day I cry until my tears dry." Al rubbed the water that soaked his face.
Altha saw Aliya's face, she could not remember anything because she had never seen Aliya other than because of problems.
Blood is pouring down the streets, two teenagers running fast because he came home and it was raining. His steps came to a halt when he saw the little girl being thrown strongly onto the car and rolling down.
The teenage girl clasped tightly onto the hand of the man beside her, pulling him to escape while seeing the accident under the rain.
The eyes of the teenage boy met the little girl who stretched out her hand asking to be grasped.
"You little girl in the rain, is that you?" Altha turned off the air shower looking at Aliya's wet face.
"Yes, it's me. You should have let me die that day, so that I wouldn't get hurt any further." Al rubbed his face, squeezing his hair screaming loudly blaming Altha.
Aliya's anger was heard suffocating Altha who was in front of her, looking at her without pity.
Aliya berates Altha, should Alt not leave her, not let herself be in the hands of the wrong person.
Altha fell silent, considering that it was clear that a woman had also come with her husband, she called the young lady.
Seeing that there were people who knew Altha finally went to let the little girl be saved, and was immediately rushed to the hospital.
Truly Altha did not know if it had been a painful beginning for Aliya, they just did not know each other.
"Why are you angry with me? you are not angry with God." Alt saw Aliya sitting while daydreaming.
Upon seeing his adoptive mother die, Aliya searches for the whereabouts of Altha, the face of the young man she never forgot.
Seeing Altha being a policeman, Al always making trouble in order to become a strong person and get to meet, Al just wants to prove if Altha wrongly chose people.
"I should have died in the streets, but you saved me. That same day you said before you left ...." Al closed his eyes, not wanting to continue.
"I ask you to repay my kindness." Al looked at Aliya who was kicking her legs strongly.
"You made me suffer Altha, why should I retaliate by protecting your son. I hate you?" Al stepped away.
Altha looked at Aliya strangely, already saved but not grateful, but increasingly resentful.
Finished bathing Altha saw the reports of the incident fifteen years ago, the day she saw Aliya being hit by a car and lying on the street.
The same day that the massacre in a luxury home killed many people, even domestic helpers also became victims.
Photos of the twins were also seen, no one could be held responsible for the case as it was closed without a detailed investigation.
"Who did it? did Aliya kill everyone there? where's Aliya's twin? is he dead too?" Alt looked at the list of the dead, but there was no mention of a five-year-old child.
Aliya went into the room, Altha immediately closed the file she was investigating.
"Have I said don't investigate the case fifteen years ago, if you find the culprit then I'll kill you?" Al stared hard.
Altha picked up her weapon, threw it at Aliya asking to do so.
"Did you kill them all?"
"Are you scared?"
"The culprit is not an outsider, and one of you bears witness to the perpetrator." Al asks Aliya to take up arms.
"One day I will kill you, but not now." Al throws back Altha's weapon.
"What was the purpose of you coming here?"
"Revenge." Al smiled sweetly.
Altha immediately advanced, clutching Aliya's arm firmly. Ask Aliya to explain the purpose for marriage.
"If you want revenge do well, don't get caught." Altha let go of the grip asking Aliya out.
Aliya's gaze was sharp, she did have a promise to Altha for revenge, but revenge had yet to be revealed if there was anything she had to destroy.
"I'll find the perpetrator of the murder." Alt saw the photos of the twins.
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