EPOCHS

Chapter 41

Kinza Irsyania Malik POV

Sreekk, Ma'am Putri pulled my hand quickly. I immediately gasped and almost fell.

“Don't because you have two aides, you can be the same! You think, Mommy will give it up? No way, Dek!”

“With everyone siding with you, Ma'am increasingly feels hate. It just makes the spirit of Mbak smoldering. Mbak will be more and more devastating to you, Dek!”

“Shelf!”

He pushed my body fast. I immediately grimaced because of him. My body hit the wall very hard, as a result I make sure there will be bruises there.

As for the Princess, she immediately left without feeling the slightest guilt. Absolutely outrageous, this I can't let go. I have to report the same, Mas Al.

But, there was something strange when I tried to stand up. My legs felt bad, my hands and body also hurt all. With great difficulty I tried to stand up, but in vain. Like my leg was sprained, because it was too painful and so hard to move.

The day is getting dark, quiet and quiet. There's no one here. It's just me and the crickets. God, I'm so scared. Help me.

It's been almost thirty minutes I've been trying to get out of there, but there's been no result. I still can't stand. It feels too painful and painful.

Unknowingly, my tears started to flow. I really don't know what to do. Heartache, pain in the legs, and despair mixed into one. It really makes me feel bad. I really resigned.

There was the sound of Mas Al shouting my name. My spirit is burning.

“Dek? Where are you?!” yelled Mas Al loudly. Her voice is getting closer, I'm sure she's around here somewhere.

“Mas, I'm in the ladies' room, you just come in here. No one!!” I replied with a loud voice. Although it sounded hoarse because I had finished crying.

“Dek, the door is locked. How can you be inside alone? The key is where, baby?!” asked Mas Al and instantly made me gawk. For what reason did the Princess lock me in this toilet? Alone anyway! Very cruel indeed, the threat of Ma'am Putri is really real.

“Dek, how silent? You're okay, aren't you, baby?” ask Mas Al twice. I realized while remembering the location of the spare key where.

“Mas, on the toilet end there is a spare key. You try checking, yes!” I said, I remembered the toilet spare key. I heard Mas Al running around, very clearly heard his PDL shoes that were knocked down.

Without waiting for long, Mas Al had already managed to find the spare key. He opened the toilet that I was in pain in.

Brakk Mas Al opened his door impatiently. It makes a pretty loud noise.

“Yes Allah, Deck! Why do you think you can be this? You fell? Or is there someone who does this to you? Say the same, Mom. Don't be afraid!” tanya Mas Al sounded so anxious. I Lang cried and hugged her tightly. This question is too difficult to answer.

“Don't because you have two aides, you can be the same! You think, Mommy will give it up? No way, Dek!”

“With everyone siding with you, Ma'am increasingly feels hate. It just makes the spirit of Mbak smoldering. Mbak will be more and more devastating to you, Dek!”

Oh, so this is what the Princess planned. He makes it hard to tell me the truth. He's really petty, I'm really made to feel alone.

Both options have the same risk. First, if I tell Mas Al, then the hatred of Madam Putri will increase. He did not even hesitate to harm me and the people closest to Mas Al. Of course, this made me choose to be quiet. Hiding all the truth.

Second, if I don't tell Mas Al, then I'm actually facing all of her alone. Can't do anything because the threat of the Princess is too big. God, why does it feel so hard to face a choice. I have to choose which option. I really feel confused and desperate right now.

“Dek, answer Mas now! Why do you think you can be this? Your legs hurt, can't even be moved. The toilet door is locked, and you're trapped inside it. I'm sure someone must have done something evil to you. Yes, right, Dek?!” Mas Al cornered me. I'm really in a dilemma of what to say. It all seems too hard for me.

“Ng-no, Mas. I just fell into a dab. Keep hitting the door hard. The door closed itself very hard. No element of intentional, this is purely an accident,Mas!” God, I'm sorry I lied to my own husband. It's for the common good, especially for the good of my little family and Mas Al.

“Keep why are you alone here now? Where's the Princess, where's the other one? Aren't you guys working together to clean this up? Where did the princess go? He didn't help you? or maybe she left you on purpose?” Al kept on corrupting me. I want to be honest, but I can't. This fear is too great.

“Mbak Putri has finished all her work, Mas. He's in the toilet over there. Toilet is my part. I don't know where he is now. Maybe because it was clean, so he came back without telling me. To be sure, we are fine, kok.” said I made a little sense. May he believe and end his questions that make me feel more dilemma. How not? Mas Al continued to shower me with questions that required me to answer honestly. But I can still reason. Don't want everything to get runnyam. Do not want Mas Al to have to deal with Mbak Putri.

Now, I should be able to make Mas Al never meet Princess Ma'am again. However, if the meeting happened, it could be something I never wanted to happen. And, it could have been the Princess doing more desperate things than now. No one knows, right?

“Mas know you're lying, but Mas will wait for you to tell the truth. Whatever the reason, tell me Deck! Mas will definitely help you.” said Mas Al makes me want to faint. Can you faint now? Hoot

“Help me standing, Mas. My leg hurts so much.” I switched the conversation. Lazy also long to be in this place. I want to leave quickly.

A little relieved of his taste. I can finally get out of this place. But silence happened instantly. Al was silent and said nothing more. He asked nothing, and answered nothing more.

A sense of regret instantly appeared. Why am I not being honest. After all, Mas Al is my husband. It is an obligation to share every problem. God, why am I this stupid. Why don't I just be honest with Mas Al. Forgive me, O God. I really feel sorry. The plan made by Mbak Putri was really successful in making my heart and mind stirred. Now you win, Ma'am! But we'll look ahead. I don't want you to take and destroy all of it. I won't let you!

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Althafariz Ramaditya Aerospace POV

Kinza might be able to lie to others. But not with me, her husband! I purposely kept her in a corner so she could tell the truth, but it was so hard for Kinza to tell the truth.

I don't know what's going on, but I can assure you, the Princess has done something. Even he has harmed my wife to the point of not being able to stand. The bruises were clearly imprinted on her legs, I'm sure the impact Kinza had was quite harsh.

After the question and answer activity was completed, I immediately pushed her out of the toilet. Although the answer I got was not the answer I wanted, but I was more and more convinced, something must have happened between Princess and Kinza. Between them there must be a great quarrel even to the point of playing physically.

I can't just keep quiet about this matter, I have to act decisively to the Princess! That woman should be responsible for all the deeds she has done to my wife.

I brought Kinza home. Permission to go home first to the Father and Mother Commander. They were very surprised by this incident. Not only the elders, but all of my members felt shocked and pity. Unlike the Princess, she just kept quiet and pretended not to know. I can assure you, this must be all her work!

“Why aren't you being honest, Dek? If you are hiding something, it is a sign that you do not believe in a marriage relationship. We've been in this marriage for four years. We've been through one problem at a time. But, why don't you share it now with, Mom? Aren't you sure we can face her together?” again and again I discussed the matter in the toilet. It feels really kepo, acute curious. Intentionally I kept pushing her, not because I was cruel, but I just wanted everything to be okay. Nobody wants to be hidden. Any problem and no matter how small.

“Mas, can you not, do not need to discuss this problem first? I'm tired, Mas. Want to rest first.” reply Kinza with ketus. He avoided my question again. Yes, I have resigned. After all, it seemed like he was really tired. Added to his sore and bruised legs.

I let him rest, not stay silent, I asked Mak Ijah for help to sort Kinza. It just so happens that his house is behind the dormitory. While Alief, he was taken care of by Jonathan's mother. The only member of Persit I trust the most.

I turned on the motorbike, from a distance the Princess seemed to come closer. He carried a basket of fruits, like one would visit.

“Izin, Mas, I'm going to visit Kinza. Can or not, yes?” her question made me stare in disgust.

“Mas-mas, you are nothing to me! Not worth calling me that familiar name! I am your husband's senior!” I said allow things. True, I do not like being called “Mas” by just anyone. Only Kinza should call me that.

The princess was stunned, she instantly kept silent while enduring the embarrassment. It could be seen from his blushing face and he immediately lowered his head. It's nothing, Put! Don't think I don't know your rot!

“Ma-sorry, Mas.., ah he means Mr. Danramil.” errat Putri correct his remarks.

“May I look up, Ms Danramil?” her question made me even more disgusted. I, you know, he's gonna do weird things again. Of course I won't let it!

“No way, he's sleeping. Her legs were sprained, so she couldn't stand up. It's all because of you too, right!” say me cynical.

“There you go home, I'm busy. Kinza is also resting! I'm warning you, don't ever do anything weird again. Otherwise, I'll follow you, Put!” threaten me with judes while leaving the woman who is still mute there. Bodo with my impolite behavior. Princesses deserve this kind of treatment! Because his behavior has crossed the line.

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“Aww, Sakiiit, Mak. It hurts so much, Mas!” Kinza kept screaming. Because tonight also his feet in massage by Mak Ijah. If left on for a long time can be a problem. Of course I don't want that to happen to my wife.

Kinza held my hand tightly. Sometimes he grabbed me and scratched me. It's sadistic, it's worse than it was at the time of giving birth.

“Honey, hold, yes. After this is done, kok.” said I gave his spirit. Poor Kinza too, he was in massage while shedding tears. Crying heavy.

“Sakiit duuh, Mak. Slow down, Mak.” Kinza grimaced again. I just kept watching, no pity. What kind of husband are you, Al! My wife is in pain and wants to laugh.

“A little more done, Neng. Shut up, yeah, afraid of the wrong veins. You are from earlier Eneng can not be silent.” said Mak Ijah while applying oil or what oil is it on the feet of Kinza. Meanwhile Kinza could only nod lethargicly and again hold back his sobbing. I feel sorry for him.

“Alief where, Mas?” ask Kinza flat.

“At home mom Yonathan. You don't have to think about Alief, he's fine. Believe the same, Mom. What matters now is your health and recovery. You must heal, Dek!” reply me gently. He just kept quiet, answered nothing more.

“Iya, Mas. Sorry, yes, I can't serve you for a while. My legs haven't recovered, still a little sore.”

“It's okay, baby. That's not a problem for me. Most importantly you are healthy and healed!” I said softly while kissing her forehead. Forgive our affection, yes, Mak Ijah! wkwk