Changing Fat Wife

Chapter 81: The Hatred of Clara

Ma ... Mama .. don't leave me, I beg ..." Clara continues to hug Maya's body, which is stretched rigidly above the hospital gurney. He continued to pull the cloth that covered his mother's face, he could not accept the fact that his mother was gone.

"Clara, you'll make me feel sad to see you like this, you'll have to let go" Kanzia said as she pulled Clara to calm her stepbrother down, he is also concerned about Clara's current condition.

A few minutes earlier.

Kanzia who was about to go to the office with Abian was so shocked when she got a call from her father and informed him about the death of her stepmother, and he asked Abian to take him to the hospital because whatever their treatment of Kanzia, still they are family, because Maya is still the wife of her father.

Before Maya's body was returned to the family, an autopsy was performed for the purpose of investigating the cause of death.

Based on the results of the visa Maya died because she cut her veins and died before she was taken to the hospital because she was drained of blood and was purely due to suicide there was no interference from others.

"Ma .. until when you'll be quiet, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to get you out of jail, but you have to get up, don't inhabit me like this," Clara still calls her mother.

"Clara don't be like this, you have to be taken home immediately, if you continue to behave like this it will only hurt your mother" Kanzia said.

Clara stared intently at Kanzia. "It's all because of you! Surely you feel happy, right now seeing my mother's condition like this?! You made my mother leave me!" clara shouted while pushing Kanzia's body, fortunately Abian swiftly caught it.

Abian could not stand by and let his wife who tried to calm Clara down but was instead treated as such. "How dare you touch my wife you deal with me" Abian threatened.

"Don't always blame my wife, your mom's going through this because her own actions aren't because of my wife and you should realize your mistakes and correct yourself so you don't end up like your mother." Abian looked at Clara no less sharply.

"Let's love we get out of here, it's free you're being nice to a human like him, it's enough you see him let your father and his daughter take care of his funeral," abian said and took Kanzia away from there after saying goodbye to her father-in-law.

During Kanzia's journey, staring out the window, she thought of Clara saying that all this happened because of her.

Abian who realized his wife's attitude to slow down the speed of his car. "Darling ..." Abian patted the smooth shoulder of Kanzia who looked dreamy.

Kanzia looked at Abian. "This is not my fault, is it?" asked Kanzia in a soft voice.

Abian who heard Kanzia's question immediately marginalized his car and stopped.

"Why are you asking like that dear .. Of course it's not your fault" Abian said staring at Kanzia.

"I'm just scared, how about if what happened to Mama was right because of me" Kanzia said, bowing her head.

"Darling .." said Abian gently as she raised Kanzia's chin to look at him.

And Kanzia also shed his tears in Abian's arms, he really felt fear when he heard the words of Clara who blamed him earlier.

After Kanzia's feelings have improved, Abian also returned to drive his car to the company and he will take Kanzia first to his office.

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Maya's funeral was a solemn one attended by only a few close relatives.

Kanzia and Abian leave immediately after the funeral is over, Clara does not dare to do anything to Kanzia because of Abian's existence.

Clara remained in her mother's grave after everyone left the cemetery. Rudi continued to persuade her to go home but Clara insisted on staying there.

"Mama take it easy I will definitely repay all their actions especially Kanzia, I will make the woman as soon as possible come to see Mama" said Clara as she looked at her mother's tombstone.

"Even if I have to end up like mama I will, as long as I can eliminate Kanzia," murmured Clara with a hateful look towards Kanzia.

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