IT'S WRONG THAT I LOVE YOU

abid plan

Teng... Teng... Teng...

The sound of iron being hit made the silent Juna look over immediately. His face seemed flat and invisible any expression as a warden opened the iron bars door for him.

"Someone's come to see you!" the warden said with a ketus.

Juna quickly moved, in his heart he always hoped that the lady was Zara. He had already prepared the words that would be spoken to the woman. An apology, an expression of deep regret, and a request that he forgive. Although Juna had to prostrate though, Juna would do it if it was Zara who appeared before him.

The man was enthusiastic, when he was taken to a waiting room. The heart was pounding, hoping in his heart if the one who came was the woman he loved.

Unfortunately, Juna's hope is dashed when he does not see Zara, but his mother. Juna still forced a smile, to welcome the woman who had given birth to him despite being forced.

"Oh, dear Juna ... How are you, son?" camila asked worriedly, immediately standing up and hugging her child tightly.

"Don't worry, Ma. I'm fine," Juna replied casually, with his face flat. The man is really good at playing with emotions at the moment so there is nothing to read from the spotlight.

Camila was concerned to hear this. He rubbed his son's cheeks gently before leading him to sit down. "I'm sorry Mama. Mama hasn't found a way to get you out of here. The attorney general charged you with attempted murder and you immediately became a suspect because many witnesses saw the incident that night," said Camila Lirih look depressed.

Juna who heard that let out a long breath. "It was my fault, I couldn't control my emotions with all the trouble. I'm ready to be punished as long as Laura and the baby can get away from my domestic life. Zara can definitely wait for me until I get out of jail." The man spoke confidently, though his gaze was blank as he stared ahead.

This made Camila close her eyes, she held her breath for a while which made her body tense up.

'Why are you doing this, Juna? You are not even afraid of yourself after trying to kill as often!' lirih Camila in a depressed heart.

'It looks like Laura did make the right decision, ' added Camila, who now recalls her meeting with Laura the day after night.

At that time, Camila made an offer for Laura. If Laura helps her free Juna, then she is willing to take care of her baby. Unfortunately, that intention was rejected outright by Laura.

Laura said there was nothing to expect from Juna. Laura blatantly hates Juna, and wants Juna imprisoned for trying to kill him. No more trust in Juna, even a small speck of Laura's love for Juna has disappeared. He was too disappointed in Juna. If only the man could not accept it, at least let him live to take care of his son.

Camila had tried to persuade Laura, but Laura insisted on not helping her. Even Candra who came with the urgent was again rejected even with the lure of a lot of money. Laura said, he already had enough supplies from the legacy of Juna at that time.

"Why, Juna ..why are you acting so recklessly like this?" Camila's eyes glazed over, she looked at her son with nanar. The figure that she gave birth to in the world, the boy that she nursed and she care for every night was greatly changed completely. He barely even recognized his son anymore. Juna has really changed, and Camila only realized that this was not Laura's work, but Juna's own.

Juna did not want to answer, only turned his eyes unwilling to look at the mother. His face looked flat, I don't know what he was thinking at the moment.

Camila took a deep breath, trying to fill her nearly empty lungs from crying. The woman calmed down, with her eyes closed at a glance.

"Juna, do you want to marry Laura if you can be free right now? She's carrying your son and-"

Camila smiled wryly, shaking her head slowly looking at the child in disbelief. "Alright if that's what you want."

"Where are you going?" juna asked frantically when she saw her mother standing up. He quickly caught up, with his handcuffed hand, Juna clasped her hand tightly.

"Your mom wants to go home, there's nothing more to expect from you" Camila replied slightly ketus.

"Wait a minute, Ma. Can I borrow Mama's phone, I want to call Zara, Ma, "pinta Juna urged, looking at her mother with a clear face.

Camila who saw that just chuckled softly. "Zara can't be reached, I can't even see her."

"Where is he, Ma?" juna asked worriedly thinking about his wife.

"Mama doesn't know." Camila let go of Juna's hand slowly. Then without looking at Juna, he just walked out of the meeting room.

Camila's cry broke as soon as she walked out of the police station. The woman felt her chest hurt, her heart ached to realize her son who was now a very cruel man.

"Darling .... What's wrong?" Candra, who was waiting in the car, was made to panic to see the wife seemed to cry as much as she could. He immediately approached and hugged her gently.

"Hiks, Papa." Camila leaned her head against the chest of the husband's field. He returned the hug tightly, continuing to cry to vent his sorrow.

Maybe for almost ten minutes, they were silent in the same position. Camila was still crying, and Candra was always waiting while rubbing her head slowly.

Until a rough gust of breath came out from Camila's lips, as the middle-aged woman let go of a hug. He is seen rubbing his cheeks rough, which now feels sticky due to tears.

"Are you calm?" ask Candra for attention.

Camila nodded slowly, and forced a thin smile.

"So, what are you talking about with Juna inside? Have you thought of a solution?" ask Candra again, while raising both eyebrows.

"Yes, Pa." Camila nodded steadily. With eyes full of seriousness, he said, "Take out all the lawyers you assigned to release Juna. Leave him in jail. Let him regret what he did. She's not the Arjuna I know anymore."

Of course this made Candra shocked. He did not think that the wife even wanted Juna to be in prison. In fact, two days ago the woman was too confused to find any way to make Juna free.

"Let her take the risk, and contemplate all her deeds" Camila added with a flat face, without displaying any emotion.