I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 70: Tanya, The Pain

There's no answer. Once again try to make a call, but there is no response. It seemed like the person he was in contact with did not understand the rules that had been set. Was it intentional or what? The more allowed can certainly run.

Not to go into the house. The young man got back on his bike, started the engine, then stepped on the gas. The motor began to speed away leaving the front gate of the Anderson residence. His heart began to heat up wanting to immediately meet the person who was the cause of the entire air.

Meanwhile, Shena and Danish had just returned home. After finishing the meeting. A happy hue continued to be imprinted on the couple's face, making the servants happy as well. Including Mama Quinara who noticed from the dining room. Gratitude continued to fill the recesses of his heart. Unexpectedly, the son got the right wife.

"Sore, Mom. What else to do? Wow, my favorite fruit soup." Danish immediately pulled the chair, then shifted a bowl of fruit soup that was ready to serve.

Just wanted to remind yet added sweetened condensed milk of the frisian flag. Danish had actually tasted and the results frowned. Of course it still doesn't feel right. Especially not yet added grated cheese. So impatient or do you miss that one refreshment?

"Eat, Mas. Patience, here!" Shena took a bowl from her husband, then added milk according to the dose and sprinkled dried fruit and cheese. Then give back the bowl to Danish.

Shena's quick attitude, made Mama Quinara moved. The same romance, suddenly his heart misses the husband. If Anderson were with him, it would definitely be a complete happiness. But the job cannot be left behind. Everything should be good for the future of the family.

Enjoy a bowl of fruit soup prepared from the hands of both women. The sweet taste with freshness further adds to the enjoyment. Is this what you call real happiness? Mama and wife in unison are even more like mother and daughter. Compact with sincere warmth. Instantly remove the entire burden of the heart.

Together with jokes, feeding each other. A new home that lives with the joy of fruit. Mama Quinara doesn't even hesitate to make soup for everyone. Finally all the members in the house sat together in the garden by sipping sweet gravy with healthy fruit chews.

"Ma, can you ask for a minute? We'll talk somewhere else." Shena let go of her hand that Mama Quinara had held since the last fifteen minutes, a serious look with seriousness on the face.

One side, Danish is busy listening to stories from Mang Asep about his love story with his wife. As if getting a chance, Shena used the time to take Mama Quinara out of the park. Both of them moved to the dining room, of course, in order to get the right reason, if anyone asked.

"What's up, son?" mama Quinara asked, as soon as the two sat facing each other.

Serious face with long breath. Something must have gone wrong, but what? Is it as heavy as a quintal? For the first time, he saw the son-in-law pensively in a dilemma, while the flames of anger seemed to be restrained in the sharp frame of the eye gaze.

"Papa Anderson has explained everything in full about Fatih, but Shena wants to know from Mama." A moment to stop his speech, he grabbed the hand of the mother-in-law. "Ma, I can't walk forward. If the family itself is full of ruse. Just once, tell me. What's really going on."

Not not not believing. A coin will always have two sides. Right and wrong must be mixed into one. No matter what happens. Life will not change. The laws of nature and the laws of time and the laws of destiny. Always real without being disturbed. In essence, everything is connected like the instincts that exist in living beings.

"Mama will explain," The woman looked back, making sure it was just the two of them. "Fatih is a child ...,"

It won't go smoothly. Shena moved from her seat. An afternoon that brings the misfortune of time. "We can talk tomorrow, Ma. I'll get permission to take Mama on the road. Come on, Ma."

The return of Shena and Mama Quinara to the park stops the intention of telling a flash of the past, but elsewhere. A girl is enduring the pain of a painful hand grip. Let alone to scream, just say one word. He can't. Her lips ached with a warm flow of bitter taste.

Not knowing, why the young man who claimed to be ready to become a family priest vented his anger brutally. Without a word of excuse, throw a slap until the body can no longer stand. The stare of the cruel eyes with eyebrows rose creepily.

"Loe's tired of living huh!" snapped the young man while forcibly pulling the braid hair that ignited insults from his dark lover. "Gue telfonin, you don't pick up ....,"

Lengthy times wide with a rough language style. I don't know what human language or animal language is used. His head felt spinning, unable to endure the stabbing pain. Increasingly, the deafening sound slowly flew away fading along with the gusts of wind.

Faintly leaving only the scenery that began to turn dark. Not being able to maintain his consciousness any longer until the touch that felt hot again landed took on the entire consciousness. Falling unconscious with a bruised face, bloody lips.

Sontak makes the young man confused lost his mind. Is it too much? Though only one kick in the stomach and three slaps for him are still ordinary slaps without energy. The young man forgot, his future wife was not a wrestler, but a house girl who knew no violence.

"Hey, cupu, wake up!" Tried to pat the girl on the cheek, but there was no progress.

The eyes that were closed with chaotic looks were not pleasant to look at. Not wanting to add to the problem, the girl picked up and rushed to order a taxi to deliver to the nearest hospital. Everything must be resolved without causing new problems.

Two hours later.

Slowly open your eyes, trying to equalize the light that is entering into the eyelids. But his consciousness that had just returned, immediately felt fear returning. Unknowingly, his body trembled even both hands clenched clasping at the blanket. The face that was before his eyes, stifled his soul.

"Nai, thank God you're sober, son." Aunt Amora rushes to press the bell for the doctor to come over to check on the nephew, impatient to make sure the girl is okay. "Trainer, you can go home. Auntie's on Nai's guard."

"Fatih is here because he is taking care of Nai, Auntie. Is not accompanying a couple in a bad state the responsibility of a prospective husband?" fatih said so sweetly, making Aunt Amora touched by a heart that flowers, but not by Naina.

The girl wanted to scream, say what happened, but all desires collapsed instantly. He loved the aunt more. If until the adult woman knows the state of pressure of her soul, it is not impossible to get a painful shock.