Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Chapter 65. Evil Plans

Gilang was stunned to hear word for word that was sliced from the lips of this man who was in front of him. His lips were clenched, his tongue was unable to say another word. His chest rumbled, emotions rose to the top of his head which instantly caused a sensation of pain. The clear thread also drips slowly without him noticing.

"Do I have to believe everything you tell me?" tanya Gilang is still staring at Rajasa with a nyalang look.

The man in front of Gilang also smiled knot. While shaking slowly. "I will never force you to believe me. However, I feel that you deserve to know what really happened and what I told you earlier is the truth."

Gilang no flinching one bit. What he had just heard had in fact dragged him into a vortex of feeling unable to be described. And just make the young man look at Rajasa with a look of laughter, difficult to interpret.

"For so long I can only hope that before I meet my death may time be able to uncover this thick veil. And today, God granted it. You know the real story. But I also did not really expect that you would acknowledge my existence as your real father."

There is a sense of tightness that strikes when the tongue is forced to pronounce it. Which man doesn't want to be recognized as the real father of his own flesh and blood? Anyone would want that. However, Rajasa did not expect more. Since Wanda had gone from her life with all that was her breath, that hope died and was buried deep in the bottom of her heart.

Again a smile full of bitterness rises on Rajasa's lips. It was so bad he grabbed the body of his biological son. But he was quite self-conscious about who he was.

"Now you have a much more perfect life, I..."

"Dad...!!!"

Rajasa's words were interrupted as Gilang got up from his sitting position and swung his legs to get closer towards the middle-aged man. The young man took a squatting position to then hug Rajasa's waist sitting on the couch.

A word that is said from the lips Gilang in fact can make a puddle of water in the eye of Rajasa who had been resistant to flowing fast. The mind that for twenty-four years was shackled in the pain of a wound sprinkled with salt because it was left by the wife who was containing the blood of her flesh now the antidote can be found. When the child calls him 'father'.

"My son..."

Not much different from Rajasa, Gilang also shed his tears in the arms of this middle-aged man. It turns out that this is the answer to the question that has been pendam himself. His heart does not seem to blend with the Wiraguna. Although he lives with Wiraguna who so far he knows as his biological father but terbesit a sense of disdain for the man.

"I'm sorry Dad. Sorry, Gilang just found out about this. Gilang kira, mama is a good woman even though sometimes her attitude is bad. But in reality, mama has a myriad of secrets that Gilang really cannot forgive. Because of the actions of mama who has taken the happiness of papa Wiraguna, brother Arga and of course also his own father."

"There's more to his happiness because of your mama's bad deeds in the past, son."

Gilang. "Who's Dad?"

"Pramudyah? Then, now where is that guy Dad? Is he still serving time in custody?"

Rajasa shook his head slowly. "No, three months in a holding cell, he died because the food that went into his mouth contained poison."

Gilang is getting flabbergasted. Hearing the father's story is fixed on someone. "Does Pramudya's death have anything to do with my mother?"

"Father it does have something to do with Wenda, but to date no one knows."

Gilang's body felt increasingly weak. The bones in his body felt detached from where he was. He really did not expect that the woman who gave birth to him had such an evil heart.

"Then, last night Mama came here for what purpose? I don't know why Gilang felt that something bad was planned by mama."

Rajasa smiled meaningfully. He patted his son's shoulder. "It turns out your heart is so sensitive, son. Your mama came here to invite me to plan a crime."

Dahi Gilang shriveling. "Planning a crime? For whom is Dad?"

"For your brother."

"Sir Arga?"

"Yes, for Arga!"

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