I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 27: The Drama of Bastian

"Damn it!" bastian exclaims increasingly wrathful, but Danish does not care and helps Shena wake up.

"Shut up! Don't argue with me." Strictly Dan looked seriously, then turned his attention back to Bastian. "You're a DAD. What BAJ!NGAN."

Wrathful. The man seemed to be hardening his jaw with a sigh of downward gasp. The sound of teeth grinding clarified the mounting emotions. Bastian was trapped with a change in attitude as well as the cold facial expression of the man in front of him.

"YOU. Move over!" Bastian cried prepared to attack Shena again, where the girl woke up, but looked at her with disgusted eyes.

And not to pique. A man is not for violence, when he has more power. But to protect the women in their family. When self-esteem is at stake. Especially the honor of a wife. There is no limit to holding yourself back through patience.

One footing ran towards Shena. Without a word, Dan twisted his body while lifting a kick, but avoided hailing a hand. Bastian staggered as something cracked his head.

Seeing that, Dan waved his hand. "Come!"

The fight happened again, but in the middle of the fight. Shena noticed the way Dan hit, hit, dodged the attack. No way, that guy was just a businessman. Finally the sound of the body slammed into everything. Bastian fell unconscious in serious injury.

Seeing a fallen opponent. And walked over to the body of the man who claimed to be the father of his wife. He lowered his position with a sharp look. "A father has a duty to protect his daughter, but you want to eliminate Shena. A!!h! Your place is only right behind bars."

Danish ferocity, made Mama Quinara smile meaningfully. As a mother. He was proud to have a brave son. Now, he believes. If his son is ready to lead his family business.

Twenty minutes later.

Footsteps into the house. She saw Mama Melati continue to stare at Shena without blinking. Where the girl was enjoying the pain because the wound came into contact with the liquid medicine applied Mama Quinara. While Papa William sat down to close his eyes while regulating breathing.

"Ma, I've done everything. Shouldn't we stay here tonight?" tanya Danish is more precisely referred to as diversion of atmosphere.

Mama Quinara put the cotton that turned red, then took the ointment. "Good idea, Boy. Ask your Papa to solve the problem there as soon as possible. In a moment, we should focus on your sister's thanksgiving and engagement."

"OKay, Ma. I'll call Papa right away." Danish replies back to playing his phone, in the middle of trying to contact the papa. Her net accidentally saw a childhood photo of Shena.

A photo showing the dimple of a two-braided girl with a simple flower crown, while her hand held a crystal ball inside which was a pair of brides dancing. A familiar face, with the mischievous smile of the owner of the star gazes.

"Ma, is that a photo of Shena?" And asked, but his voice was so soft that no one listened.

Silence struck, but not with the sound of drums in his heart. The gritty tale tells the rhythm of love. The face is always waiting. Today it has been found. Like an anesthetic powder. The man continued to stare at Shena watching every line of his wife's face.

An absurd gaze, making the one being stared at feel discomfort. "Ma, is Mas Danish, okay? Why is he looking at me like that. I'd better excuse me."

"Shena, sit down and close your eyes. Mama hasn't finished treating your lips. Look, there's been swelling. How are you going to college tomorrow? Time yes with a bruised face." Seloroh Mama Quinara won't get rejected.