A BETRAYAL!
Chapter 15
"What, do you not accept our words? You will regret Aron after you realize who he really is" said Afnan by pointing to Winda.
"Be quiet, you're a respectable woman but you're not showing that you're a respectable woman" Aron said sarcastically.
"We are what Aron is, not a two-faced woman" Elisha replied casually.
Afnan and Elisha then stepped out of the meeting room.
"Get it off" Afnan whispered right in Winda's ear.
"Your foresight" the inner Winda held back the emotions.
After the departure of Afnan and Elisha, Winda lowered his head with a soft sob.
Aron who heard the sobs of the Wife immediately rose from his seat.
"Don't think too much about it, just let them want to talk anything" said Aron rubbed the soft cheek of Winda.
"Yes Mas, have your men not heard of Mora's whereabouts?" ask the Winda
"It's not a pity, even almost all corners of Country A already they have come but the results are nil" replied Aron sighed.
Winda hugs Aron, he tries to calm his agitated husband.
"Sadly, you are a very compatible couple, equally disgusting" Frans said
Frans then chose to leave from there, he was sometimes fed up with the behavior of his boss.
But Frans also needs this job if he doesn't think about his Mom and Sister, he's been out a long time.
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Afnan and Elisha visit the mother before returning to the office.
"I was very disgusted with the two of them, Aron could have been fooled by Winda" said Elisha with a shake of his head.
"Let it go, let's see where they will be happy on top of Mora's suffering" Afnan said furiously.
"I swear, if Mora does not survive I will make Aron's life suffer" Afnan said again by clenching his hands firmly.
"I am the same" Elisha replied.
They take deep breaths first so that their emotions are a little controlled.
After that, the two of them just went straight into the room of Mother Home.
"Assalamualaikum" said the two of them with a smile on his face.
"Waalaikumsalam" replied Melisa, Wanda and Mother of the orphanage.
Afnan and Elisha were very shocked when they saw the face of the mother of the orphanage and Melisa.
"Mom, why are Mom and Melisa's faces so swollen?" elisha asked worriedly.
Melisa then approached Mora's friend, hugging Elisha tightly.
In her tears, she recounted all the events when Aron and Winda came there this morning.
"Leave it, Mom. The house will not lack anything if Aron withdraws the funds, because we will both continue to try to make the Panti enough" said Afnan firmly.
"We don't mind either, son. It's just that Mom is disappointed with Aron's attitude, she seems to be hands off after what happened" the mother of the orphanage replied.
"Son, how's Mora doing?" ask Mother of the parlor.
Afnan and Elisha compactly shook their heads with their sad faces.
"He's still in a coma, ma'am. He seemed reluctant to get up" said Afnan bowed his head.
"Oh my God" said the mother of the home again shed her tears.
"Mother, always pray Mora yes. We have also tried to make him quickly aware and gather with us" said Elisha with a smile.
Elisha and Afnan then looked at Wanda and Melisa alternately.
"Be prepared soon, because tonight you will go to Country A for college. We will deliver you" said Afnan firmly.
"But what about Mom, sister?" ask Wanda agitated.
"You don't worry about Mom, I'm home from here tomorrow too. Go, make me proud of you and if Brother Mora comes home later, you've made him proud with the right lecture" replied the gentle mother of the orphanage.
"Later there will be people who take care of Mother, you go home to the Panti to prepare" said Elisha.
"Your sister" replied Wanda and Melisa.
After the departure of Wanda and Melisa, Afnan sat near the Mother Home.
Elisha was just standing near the Mother of the orphanage, he loved her as much as his own mother.
"Mom, promise not to be like this again, we are sick to see Mom like this" said Afnan.
"Sorry baby, I'm just too worried about Mora" she replied.
"Mom take it easy, Mora will be fine there. He was there with his family who loved him very much" said Elisha softly.
"Yes, kid, you guys get some rest. I know you're tired" said Mother Home by wiping the arms of Elisa and Afnan.
"We'll rest here, ma'am. In order not to go back and forth when going to the airport" Afnan replied.
"It's been there Rest" said the mother of the home.
Elisha and Afnan nodded their heads, then Elisha rolled out a soft fur carpet that used to be worn by Melisa and Wanda.
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In the rest of the world, Mr. Darma and Mr. Hesti were sitting in a hospital room.
Mistress Hesti continued to hold tightly the hand of Mora who until now had not been conscious.
"Son, when are you gonna wake up, baby? Mama misses you so much, son" muttered Mistress Nesti softly.
"Wake up baby, we're all waiting for you" he said grudgingly.
Then he moved from his seat, he moved to the sofa that had his husband there.
"Mas, why did all this happen to our Princess yes" said Mrs Hesti lirih.
"Please baby, this is all a test for her. I believe that Mora is a strong woman, she is just resting because she is tired" said Mr. Darma softly.
"Mas sure really, Mora will wake up soon" he said again by hugging the Wife to calm down.
Mistress Hesti leaned her head on the shoulder of the Husband, they had been almost 2 months in the hospital, but there had been no progress at all with the condition of her Princess.
"Have you responded, Aron?" ask Mrs Hesti.
"Not yet, let it go. I want Mora alone to repay Aron's treatment of her" replied Mr. Darma.
"I will change Mora with a strong and tough person, she will be a ruthless businesswoman even though she is a hijab woman" said Mr. Darma again.
"Yes Mas, don't let her be a weak and easily oppressed woman" Mistress Nesti replied firmly.
"That's not gonna be possible, baby. Because Mora is a violent descendant of Widiatma" said Mr. Darma.
Roy can only quietly listen to the conversation of his two masters, he is also very confident in Mora's soft and good self must be stored his cruel and cruel side to the enemy.
Because in Mora flows the blood of Lord Darma who is famous for being very cruel to the enemy, and even that must be in Mora.
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