Destiny Brings Love

Billa was kicked out of the house

Today Aunt Vera decided to go home, because Rafael already looks fresher and returned to the hospital.

They take turns with each other to accompany Om Ardi.

Aunt Vera felt shocked when she arrived home, her condition was very chaotic.

Cushion chairs scattered on the floor, tablecloths are not in position, tables are plastered with a lot of dust.

His anger suddenly peaked, he was so tired because some days he was sleep deprived, by seeing the state of the house like that made him want to vent all his anger, his head felt like breaking.

Who's responsible for all this?

Without thinking again Aunt Vera went straight to Billa's room, she would be the target of her anger this time.

Aunt Vera walked in haste, she was already impatient to scold Billa, her mouth felt extremely itchy.

Brak!

Aunt Vera opened the door of Billa's room violently.

Billa was so shocked by him, he was a little dumbfounded in his shock.

"God! Why are you here? Don't see what the house is? It's really good that his job is just a slumber." Aunty Vera said.

Billa did not reply, she felt that what her stepmother said was indeed true.

If only her body did not hurt, Billa would have done all the housework.

But what a power, a pinch it feels like he can't. His head is often dizzy.

"I don't want to know, quickly clean the house right now! You know I cape there in the hospital for days, you even feel good here." Aunt Vera.

"Ma, I'm sick. I need a break." Reply Billa.

"All right, don't make excuses. You are rich because of your own actions, follow your mother into a real woman." Aunt Vera.

Billa was really dizzy to face people who were always berating him.

He decided not to touch the words of his stepmother, he could be more sick made.

"Basar child does not know in profit. It's good my husband wants to put you here, now you want to kill my husband!" Aunty Vera.

The deg!

Although Billa tried not to pierce it, but the word was clearly inundated.

He was so hurt to get such a accusation. How could he have wanted to kill his father who had always defended him.

He loved his papa very much.

"I don't want ya in this house added son h***m, I don't know what will happen in this house later. One is too much nicotine, what are two?" Aunt Vera.

Billa kept silent, she did not dare to open her mouth. She didn't know how to answer her stepmother's words.

"Dry now finish your clothes, keep away from this house. I do not want that until the son h***m was born here." Said Aunt Vera later.

Billa turned a little towards her stepmother.

"Mama kick me out?" Ask Billa.

"Yes, before the child is born and wreak havoc in this house." Answer Aunty Vera.

Billa immediately grabbed the hand of Aunt Vera, hoping that the middle-aged woman would feel sorry for him.

"I beg you, let me stay here. I don't know where I'm going?" Billa said with her voice running out.

Aunt Vera immediately brushed off Billa's hand, she felt very jiji when she came into contact with Billa.

"As far as you are, I don't want to know. Want to be helped bridge so loose even though I don't care." Aunty Vera.

Billa was just crying, she didn't know what to do at the time.

Aunt Vera was getting furious to see Billa who continued to cry, she immediately looked for a big bag.

He stuffed Billa's clothes in the closet into the big bag.

Billa was very unexpected if her mother really wanted to expel her in her still sick condition.

But Billa was not surprised, his mother had long wanted Billa not to be in the house.

Billa did not stay still, she immediately moved even though her legs still felt weak, she approached her stepmother who was packing.

"Ma, please don't throw me out. I promise I won't be repotin mama again. I'm sorry, ma! Don't throw me out!" Said Billa, he held the hand of Aunt Vera so that the middle-aged woman stopped her activities.

But with a rough Aunt Vera brushed Billa's hand away.

He closed the zipper of the bag.

A second later he slammed it roughly on the floor.

"Let's go! I'm not going to name your son." Aunt Vera.

Billa kept crying.

"But ma, please let me stay here!" Billa said in her tears.

Aunt Vera was furious that the boy was so stubborn, she immediately pulled Billa and pulled the big bag out of the room.

"Nothing. Come on!" Excited Aunt Vera while dragging Billa forcibly to come out.

Billa was whining a little in pain because Aunt Vera pulled him very roughly.

"Ma, I beg you! No!" Billa.

He felt very happy because his goal of driving out Billa had been achieved so far.

Billa was hoping that someone would help her get away from her stepmother, but that was unlikely to happen.

Aunt Vera dragged Billa out of the house, she brusquely brushed off Billa's hand and then followed by a large bag containing her clothes.

He folded his hands together in the chest, with his arrogant gaze he saw Billa who just kept crying.

Billa felt pain as the big bag hit her shoulder.

"Never set foot in this house again. Catch that!" Fun Aunt Vera with her synopsis.

A second later he turned around and went inside, not forgetting he locked the door so that the woman did not come back in.

Billa was truly heartbroken to be treated like trash, humiliated, trampled upon, there really was no feeling more painful than this.

His suffering seemed perfect. Why does God always put him in such a difficult situation.

Does not the wheel of life turn? But why doesn't Billa ever feel like he's upstairs?

***

Bhishma had just returned from the mosque to perform the magrib prayer service, he was sitting in his rented terrace seat.

I don't know what he is thinking, his feelings are still not calm even though he has been praying.

He recalls the incident when Dicky asked Billa to do it with him.

Bhishma was really very agitated, she was afraid that Dicky would secretly go back to Billa and do something.

He could not at all raise his mind that continued to worry about Billa.

The shadow of the woman who was crying continued to appear in her eyes.

Bhishma could not stay silent, he had to go to the woman immediately to make sure she was okay.

He immediately took off the glove he was wearing and grabbed the hanging jacket.

He rushed off using his motorbike.

***

Billa walked alone on the sidewalk while carrying a large bag containing her clothes.

He didn't know where to take his body away, even though his legs felt so limp, he continued walking down the street in the dark tonight.

Really, there's nothing bad about this.

He looked like a madman, in shabby clothes, an erratic face as he continued to cry, his hair was strained.

Actually his head feels very dizzy, but he tries to stay so as not to fall.