Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Changing Destiny: The Goddess
Chapter 72. Getting Picked to Prison



"What the fuck is this Lang? Why can you talk like that?Accusing Mama of having planned Arga's accident?"


Wenda shouted loudly in front of the operating room with a face filled with anger. Not out of thought with what was thrown from the mouth of his son, where he accused him as the cause of the accident experienced by Arga. Although it was all true, Wenda really did not understand where this son knew about it.


Gilang can only look at the face of the mother with an unreadable face. His heart also throbbed pain to see the woman who had given birth to him will be languishing in prison. But there was nothing he could do to stop all the evil that his mother had done except in this way.


"The truth is like that, Ma. Mama's the one who's been planning Arga's accident. So, it's better for Mama to give a statement to the police alone."


"Wen, is it true what Gilang said? Is it true that you are the brain of this evil?"


No less loud, Wiraguna also shouted in front of Wenda. Both of Viraguna's eyeballs were wide-eyed, his jaws were hardened and his voice sounded thunderous like a sign that the man was also being overwhelmed by anger.


Wenda gasped while shaking her head. "No Pa. I didn't do that. It's all just a slander Pa."


Wiraguna smiled sinisterly looking at Wenda's face. "This time, I believe much more in what Gilang, Wen, is not what you say!"


"No Pa. That's not all true. I didn't do anything. Arga's accident had absolutely nothing to do with me Pa!"


"Already Ma. Let's come with us. You can give an explanation at the police station" said one of the police force firmly.


He reached into the pocket of the pants he was wearing. He took the cell phone from inside. And he handed it to one of those cops.


"What is this sir?" ask the police in astonishment.


"In the phone was a conversation my mother and father had, sir. There it sounded clear about the evil plan planned by my mother!"


"What do you mean Lang? Conversation between who and whom? Papa never had any conversation with Wenda about the evil plan."


Wiraguna was shocked to death by what was ejected from Gilang's lips. He never had any conversation with Wenda. More about a rotten plan to harm Arga, his own son.


"It's not a conversation between Papa and mama but a conversation between father and mama."


Kernyitan on the forehead of Wiraguna deepened. Gilang's words really just dragged him into a puddle of questions that I don't know what the answer is.


Gilang merely commented a slight smile on his lips. Although his heart rumbled, he still tried to calm down. "Let's just say it, Pa. Better now Papa accompany brother Arga and sister Goddess. Tell me to let me wait here for you."


The person standing beside Hans could only glance at the mother's personal bodyguard with a gaze that hinted at a question. Hans smiled faintly as he nodded his head.


Until in the end, the middle-aged man swung his legs to visit one of the nurseries to see the state of the son. He was accompanied by Hans.


While Wenda could only stare at the door of this operating room with some questions that were spoiled in his mind. The woman was greatly astonished at who Gilang called the father. But suddenly the two eyes of Wenda wide and perfect. His lips were wide open.


"Lang .. whether the man in this operating room is..."


"Yes, he is the lord of Rajasa. Gilang's real father. Now, it's good to have Mama come with this police officer. And take responsibility for what's Mama's evil plan."


"Langs... Mama...."


"Let's go, come with us to the office. There the madam can explain everything," one of the police cut Wenda's speech.


In the end, the beak woman walked around flanked by the two police officers. And Gilang could only look at the back of the mother who was getting lost getting swallowed by the hospital hallways with a pushy look.


"That's the fruit that mama should reap. Hopefully after this, Mama's life will be much better and more useful," said Gilang with tears that began to wet the cheeks.


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