KIARA's Secret Wedding

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Resti pulls the hand of the drunk Son. Of course Resti is not that strong. The son can turn things around easily.

Now Resti's body has been dragged quickly. The son dragged Resti towards the yard of his house which was already very dark and quiet.

Resti's body was dropped violently on the ground until he grimaced in pain.

"Auughhhh!!!"

"Get out of here and don't look for me again!"

The son shouted while showing his finger on the street as a sign he was driving Resti away.

"Son, please take responsibility. Marry me, after that go, I will not look for you again" Resti pleaded.

Resti got up and knelt at the feet of the Son to beg him.

With the rigors of the Son threw Resti's body so that it fell back on the ground.

Resti took something out of his bag. And the Son just smiled looking at that thing.

It turns out that Resti brought a knife from his house earlier. He intended to threaten the Son with the knife he was carrying.

The knife was placed in his bag so that no one knew if Resti was carrying a dangerous sharp object.

The knife was held and directed in front of the Son.

"Follow my wish or you'll die!" yelled Resti hysterically.

The son just smiled down on what Resti was doing to him.

In such a drunken state, the Son could not think anything. He just obeyed what he was going to do without thinking.

Members of Putra's motorcycle gang who were inside the house immediately came out after hearing Resti's voice shouting hysterically threatening Son.

They saw Resti threatening Putra with a knife. The son who was just silent made Resti increasingly aggressively threaten him. He draws nearer to the Son with his knife drawn closer to the Son's body.

But with nimble Son turned things around. Now the knife held by Resti turned towards facing himself.

"Go away, or I'll kill you" the son threatened Resti.

"Let go! Unhand me! You useless man! Men are not responsible! It was as if you were taking advantage of me and after that you left not willing to take responsibility," Resti shouted at the Son.

"I never meant you. And you yourself will do it. Women do not know shame, cheap, just want to do people," said the emotional Son with more tightened the knife on the neck of Resti.

The friends of the Son immediately approached by running towards the Son and Resti to stop the Son who was being overcome by emotions in a drunken state.

"Bro, Bro. take him off."

"He could die."

"It would be bad if he died here."

The Son's friends stopped the Son who was already such a fidelity.

The son released Resti and threw his body back to the ground. Then he shouted at Resti.

"Go and don't try to find me again!"

His son and his friends walked into the house. But Resti immediately ran and held the Son's body to stop him from entering the house.

There was an interesting attraction between Resti and the Son. Resti kept the body of the Son so that he would not leave him. While Putra pulled Resti's body to stay away from him.

The pull happened just like that until Resti and Putra staggered and they fell to the ground with the position of Putra over Resti. And unfortunately, the knife carried by Resti leads to him so that the knife stuck in his stomach.

"A-auhhh," said Resti lirih.

The son stood up when he did not feel Resti pulling him.

"To-please help me," said Resti stammering.

"Blood.... blood..," The son said nervously away from Resti while looking at his bloodstained hand.

Circumstances that occur so quickly make friends of Putra stupefied. They came to their senses when the Son said the word blood many times.

Soon the Son's friends approached the Son and they saw the dying Resti.

"Great, what are we doing to him?" ask one of my friends.

"We throw away in the marshes" answered the others, pointing to the very dark and desolate marshes among the corn gardens.

"Bro, how's this?" ask one of them to the Son.

The son looked at the fresh blood in his hands. He did not answer questions from his friends.

"Son, what are we doing to him? Do we throw it away?" ask the other friend to the Son by moving the Son's arm.

"Down, throw him out. And we must quickly get away from this place," replied the nervous Son.

"We are for duty only. We have to remove the tracks" said one of them.

"Ok, let's get started. Don't forget the knife remove the Son's handprints and hold them back" one of them said.

They immediately split the task. Two men raised Resti's body carefully towards the swamps that were around the corn garden.

The rest of the Son's friends cleaned up the blood and traces of Resti found on the ground.

After they all returned to the house, they immediately left the house very carefully.

The son was so scared and nervous that he couldn't bring his own bike. He didn't think it would happen to him.

Now they are in a room belonging to one of them. The Son's friends calmed the Son down by giving him a lot of drinks so that the Son forgot about the incident and he could sleep well.

"No, not me. It wasn't me who did that. I'm not the one who killed you!"

The son cried out in his sleep until he woke up and sat down with a cold sweat that drenched his forehead and flowed down his temple.

It turned out that the friends of Putra were sleeping so well that he did not know if the Son was delirious in his sleep and shouted until he woke up terrified.

The son saw Resti who was asking him for help. And Resti continued to approach the Son, asking him to help her and take responsibility for her pregnancy.

"No, no, not me. I didn't kill him. Not me!"

The son called out to make himself aware that it was not him who killed Resti.

I don't know how Resti is doing right now. Is he alive or is he dead? The son himself did not know it clearly.

The son is indeed a naughty child, badung, and at will. But he never had any intention of killing anyone.

Therefore he was very shocked to see the fresh blood on his hands and the blood came from Resti's body who was fighting with him.

On the other hand, precisely at the house of Resti, the mother of Resti waited for Resti to fall asleep in the living room.

"Resti!" resti's mother shouted as she fell asleep in the living room chair waiting for Resti's arrival.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" ask Resti's father while running from the kitchen while making coffee.

"Resti... Resti..," said Resti's mother in a panic.

"Why Resti Ma'am? Mom dreaming?" ask Resti's father back.

Mother Resti nodded with cold sweat drenching her face and a stingy breath.

"Where do you need to go, until this hour, why haven't you gone home yet?" ask Resti's father who looks very worried about his son.