A Wife's Escape

Give Me Back As Before Knowing Love

The long white curtains fluttered in the night wind, the bright light of the full moon also burst in, shining with its soft light. The couple who let go of each other's longs slowly let go of their embrace. Now that the two of them had returned together, a happy smile was etched clearly on their lips.

Nisa caressed her husband's face gently. Then wipe away the remaining tears still left on the cheeks while saying, "Stop crying, this is embarrassing for a big man like you."

"I cried only for my wife's sake, is that embarrassing? If yes, it doesn't matter. I would do even the most shameful thing as long as my wife comes back."

A moment later Keyran immediately hugged Nisa again, he felt dissatisfied with the hug that had lasted a long time ago. "I love you Nisa, so .. love you so much."

"Yes, I know. But when do you want to keep hugging me? Are you actually taking me home or not?"

"Of course so, I just .. miss you so much. Let me hold you in a minute, and then we go home."

"Well, just so you're happy." replied Nisa who then returned Keyran's embrace.

"Emc ... Nisa, are you going to see your comrades before we go home?"

"No, they understand by themselves. You can tell I'm here for sure too because I was told one of them. You don't have to think about anything left here, we can go straight home."

"Well, wait another 5 minutes and I'll be done hugging you."

"Haha, you are ...."

***

In a corner of the casino playing area, there was a man standing alone, the man was Jonathan. Right now he was conversing with someone on the phone, his expression looking solemn as he conversed with his right hand which was none other than Morris.

In the midst of the serious conversation, Jonathan was suddenly stunned. His two eyes could not be turned away from the two people holding hands walking towards the exit. Although only her back was visible, she could tell that the person was none other than Nisa and Keyran. The two people seemed so happy with their togetherness, completely unaware that someone hurt was far behind them.

"...." - ".Jonathan was silent, his expression also turning into disappointment. A deep feeling of sadness also raged in his heart.

"Morris, cancel everything I asked for. And just order 1 ticket to Italy ..." ask Jonathan in a slightly trembling tone of voice.

"G ... Okay," Morris replied.

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Yes!" he answered without hesitation, then hung up the phone.

"Haha ..." Jonathan laughed in his grief. Nothing funny happened at all, but what he laughed at was himself.

Why ... why does it feel like this sick? But who can I blame?

Jonathan finally realized that he was not the man chosen by the idol of his heart. However, it was true that he could not blame anyone. He himself made himself fall.

Because he's too proud. Guess if his presence will make the puja's wounds heal. Thinking if someone who has been heartbroken will definitely understand how to appreciate.

Right, it's all true. After the injured healed, after the pieces of his heart rearranged. He returned haughty, feeling he had gained a glimmer of hope, satisfied if his love did not end in vain.

Until finally, something he never imagined happened, something he never thought would suddenly become real. The idol who had healed his wound went away leaving him.

It is like falling into a deep hole that has been dug by itself. Like a sharp knife that has been sharpened by itself. It is like drowning after wading through the ocean with a great storm. His heart was broken, torn, broken.

And now, he can only be glued. Then he muttered, "I, now a fool, feel pain just because you walked away. I became like this because of you .. You have to take responsibility. Give me back what I used to be, give me back as before I knew love ...."

***

On the other hand, the deepest room is in the casino. Gilang Sutadharma, Nisa's real father and the head of the first generation, the man seemed to be standing as if he was about to challenge a group of middle-aged men.

Yes, they were all none other than the first generation Family. Unbeknownst to Gilang, all the former Family gathered to welcome him, although welcoming was not in a friendly way.

Gilang came this time not as a former chairman, but as the father of Nisa. He still remained standing on the spot and received every cynical look from those comrades. Moreover, the gaze of someone sitting on a wheelchair, he was none other than Morgan, the founder of Grizz Glory Casino.

Morgan exhaled, seeing a puff of cigarette smoke coming out of his mouth. With a friendly smile he said, "Welcome to Grizz Glory Casino~"

"You don't have to welcome me!" answer with a ketus.

"Haha, I'm just too happy because you set foot here again. Oh yes, chief, you don't look like someone who wants to have tea together. What made you come here?"

"Heh, your style hasn't changed in the past, Morgan. You're too long-winded, you're collecting everything here. So you must have predicted that I'd be here."

Morgan grinned. "Yes, you're right. The reason I gathered everything here was because in anticipation, to be honest, I can't handle you if you go berserk here. I can predict you'll be here, and that's all inseparable from my daughter making a fuss."

"Close your mouth! Nisa is my daughter!" it seemed as if it did not accept.

"Hahh .. Adults like us know how the world works, so you don't have to scream. And as for Nisa, there's no way you've forgotten that you gave it to me yourself to educate her. So Nisa is also my daughter."

"Bajing*n you! I told you to take care of him! Not poison!" his instantaneous screams left everyone but Morgan in a standby position. They all pointed a gun at Gilang.

"Come on, you're too temperamental. Your bad attitude is down to our daughter. And you guys, put that thing down. I don't want to see blood or cloth wrapped around a former Yakuza here."

They immediately put their weapons back. Gilang who realized that was just silent and smiled faintly.

"It's ironic" he murmured.

Now you dare to point a gun at me, but you always bow your head when faced with me. But now, it turns out that dogs*n like Morgan can control you.

"Hey Morgan, do you remember our deal back then?" ask Gilang.

"Of course remember, there is only one deal. We are all forbidden to interfere in the affairs of generations. But why did you break it yourself?!"

"Why not know your shame! You were the first to decide to quit. And you were the first to drag Nisa into all this, but you insisted on making Nisa follow in your footsteps."

"You think I don't know what your stupid ambition is? It's ridiculous for a dirty person like you to want a good reputation. You had a hard time controlling your daughter, and then you let her melt and just change. You did that by bringing Nisa closer to the holy doctor."

"While Nisa herself is the successor of this group, whether or not she is of course very influential. But you're treating her like a doll."

Glazed smiled thinly. "You're right, I won't deny everything you say. But ... It seems you're misunderstanding. I don't treat my daughter like a doll, but I just do my duty as her father. I know what's best for my daughter."

"I am the father of Nisa, I am the one who has the most right to her. And let me be clear again, all my actions are only meant for my family. The matter of how Nisa remains the second generation chairman or not, it's her own choice. So stop imitating my ways!"

Morgan turned his back in surprise, but then he grinned. "Heh, that's right ... Turns out you still have spies here. But never mind, I admit that I was the one who told that man named Jonathan that Nisa was here."

"You want a good reputation, don't you? He is the most suitable. After I checked his background, it turned out that he was still the young master of the Cakrakumala family, plus he had control over the mafia in Italy. The man who was a perfect match for Nisa, even seemed like he was very infatuated with her. I said it like this for Nisa's own good."

"If you really were Nisa's father, you'd know what would be best for her. You can side with a man who doesn't even have confidence in him."

"You ...!" gertak Gilang who increasingly felt furious.

Shit, I hate to admit it. But what Morgan said was a reality. The mistake that Keyran made was indeed fatal, whether Nisa would forgive him or not.

Morgan also took quick steps. Whether who Nisa's partner will be, all that will determine how the fate of Nisa will also be. If Nisa's with someone who's both mafia, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control her anymore.

TAP TAP TAP ...

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching coming from behind Gilang. Everyone's gaze was immediately drawn to the person who appeared, and he was none other than Marcell.

Morgan stared intently at the son, his expression even describing as if he did not like his presence. "Why are you here? You know the rules, don't you?"

"Yes, but there's something important I have to say right away. It's about Nisa," Marcell replied as he returned his father's sharp gaze.

Morgan's expression changed immediately. "Why is Nisa?"

"She just left the casino, with her husband."

"What-what?!" Just the reply from Marcell left everyone shocked. But on one side Gilang showed a smile of satisfaction, because what he wanted really happened.

"Haha, you should understand now! What Nisa chose was just like my choice, because I was really her father! One last warning to you, Morgan! Never attempt to influence Nisa in any way! If you still insist, then I'll make you completely disabled!"

"Come on Marcell, I need you!" take him without hesitation.

"Well," Marcell nodded in agreement.

"Wait a minute Marcell! You could have sided with him and betrayed your own father! Have you forgotten who is the most valuable person in your life?!" morgan was full of anger.

Marcell was stunned, then looked at his father fixedly. "I'm not on anyone's side except Nisa. As long as my sky can clear again, I am willing to do anything. This is the devotion that father himself taught."

Gilang and Marcell together came out of the room, leaving Morgan burning with flames of anger there. With direction from Marcell, the two of them finally arrived at a place.

The place was underground, dirty, dark and filled with rusty iron. That's where to punish the members who betrayed or the enemy who was caught. The two men stood before the man tied to the chair. He is Daniel, even now he is still unconscious.

Gilang stepped closer, checking Daniel's condition and removing the rope that bound him. "Hahh .. Nisa, what have you done, you bad boy!"

"It was me who did it" said Marcell.

"Be quiet, I know you're doing this on Nisa's orders. So it's the same thing he did!"

"If he dies, it's my fault." Marcell then turned his face away. Making Gilang sigh because of his behavior that always defends Nisa.

"Haiss .. bruised, broken fingers, cracked ribs, then electrocuted. Good thing you have a big life will, I don't know what I have to say to my besan?"

For a moment Gilang fell silent, and after that suddenly gave a loud slap in Daniel's face.

"Eh?!" Marcell gawking.

"Huh, I haven't calculated yet because you've framed my daughter! You're lucky to be left alive, you son of a bitch!"

"Marcell, help me get him!"

"To a funeral to be buried alive?" ask Marcell.

"No, but take him to the hospital! At least he has to live so I still have face to face with my besan!"

"Accept ...."

"Thank you, I owe you."

"No need to thank me, I was forced to agree to take this person to the hospital," Marcell replied in a lazy tone.

"It's not about that, but about you who's been willing to provide information if Nisa's here."

"Hmm ..it's nothing, I just don't want if my sky is constantly covered in cloudy clouds."

"You mean?" Glazed staring confused.

"Jonathan, even though he is a man who is willing to do anything for Nisa's sake. But all he gave was sheer pleasure, Nisa did not look happy with him at all. While being with the man, from the way Nisa spoke was different, she became herself even though she was still covering up her identity."

"So you think that Keyran is the only one who makes Nisa happy?" ask Gilang.

"Yes" answered Marcell without hesitation.

"...."

I never understood how you could understand Nisa so much, even more than me who is a real father. If you just throw away your stupid ideology that regards Nisa as the sky, then I will gladly entrust Nisa to you.