Knitting Wounds Extreme

Bloody Tragedy.

The bloody tragedy was so heart-wrenching, had to befall Mayasari's mother at that time. How not? Even the woman was very helpless, when looking around her.

Residents came, some carrying flashlights, some also carrying torches in droves to see what happened. No doubt, Sherly also went to Maya, who had been sitting on the floor, lamenting her misfortune as a poor person who was humiliated.

"As for the best of my word, listen and open your ears wide, Maya!" yuk Nayah who managed to make everyone shut up. No one dared to reply, let alone disturb the tiger that had been awakened.

"My son is Aditya Darmadji, the proud son who will be the heir to our wealth and hope. There's no way you can tease him and take him away from us as his family. There is, you must be slandering my son with the intention, so that you can enjoy a little of our family property. Is that how you teased my son? Don't hope. I will no longer be a Ridho, beating a pregnant trash woman out of wedlock, without being clear who impregnated you. Now tell me, who's been impregnating you, until you accuse my precious son?" The voice full of anger Inayah, again sounded.

What is the power of a Mayasari Arsyad who is just a child? The boy yesterday afternoon could only shut up helplessly with courage.

Nineteen years old, in fact, was not able to make him dare to fight injustice at that time. Weeping full of regrets Maya, not already to make Maya unable to give an answer.

The woman tends to be silent, feeling her tongue cuffed and throat choked. Saliva that was originally smoothly in and out of Maya's throat, now seems petrified, and difficult to swallow. It was bitter and Maya couldn't hold out much longer.

Until quite a long time Maya never answered, of course it was enough to make Inayah growl, the murkanya increasingly become. From a distance, Maya's mother Fatma came.

The woman is dragged away by the men of Noah and Sherly. Intentionally, tonight Nyah does not want to be humiliated by Maya with news about her son. In any case, the name Aditya must still sparkle among the many young people in his village.

'Then the only way is, I have to go back to humiliating Maya to clear Aditya's name.'

Death without a heart.

Nyah should have thought about how Maya felt as a fellow woman.

She should have a conscience as a mother.

Nyah should have thought about the legal risks of the sow, because she had a daughter.

Unfortunately, Nyah's arrogance, arrogance and arrogance, made him put his conscience aside. That inhumane treatment, it should not be done by such an honorable woman.

"Maya, what, what happened, son?" fatma asked in a voice trembling with tears.

"Your son admitted to conceiving Aditya's son. I'm not Sudi and how could Ditya be lusting after your filthy, filthy son? Take your son home, and stop looking for Aditya, because Aditya, I sent him to the capital to get a doctor's degree there!" Inayah exclaimed at Fatma with arrogance.

Which mother is strong?

Fatma stared at the pale face, hoping that this was no joke. But unfortunately, many people who shroud themselves, enough to be proof, that this is a true truth, not a joke without proof.

Fucking bitches.

The child does not know himself.

The poor son of Arsyad, too tall was he dreaming.

Basic cheap. Cheap times yes, it may be cheaper than the salted fish we usually eat.

Thus the blasphemy, kept ringing in the ears of Fatma and Maya.

Maya is a girl who grew up under the tutelage of Fatma. Harsh education of manners and krama order, does not necessarily make Maya grow into a liar woman let alone an imposter.

"Yes, Mom. Two months ago, Mas Ditya ..." Maya had not yet continued her sentence, Sherly had already interjected.

"Cummer, mas? Disgusted I heard your nickname for my sister. Never mind Ma'am, it's better to just throw it away and drive this woman out of this village quickly. Otherwise, our village will be hit by a seven-floor misfortune!" Sherly exclaimed with her arrogance. The blond hair that Sherly has, makes many young villagers, often making Sherly the object of their wild fantasies.

"Wait for what else? Get Fatma and her daughter out of this village. Bring all their clothes and belongings to participate. Don't let anyone get left behind so that our village doesn't get unlucky!" inayah commands all the men of the village there, the majority of whom work for her.

From the second floor, Adi Darmadji looked at the two women who were devastated by his feelings, with a pushy gaze. There is a desire to defend, unfortunately Adi is not able to. The man was too afraid of his arrogant wife.

"Mr Adi?" fatma muttered, when her net found Adi standing with a flat face, on the top floor.

Come on, take Maya around the village before you throw her out.

You shameless brat. Born only to bring disgrace to our village.

There is no merit in being a good son of Fatma.

Cheap it's not because of the offspring, Ms. Fatma the good guy, and Maya the itchy guy.

Stupidhead! He accused young master Ditya of impregnating him.

The sounds came like the buzzing of a bee over Maya's ears. All the citizens were already close to pulling Maya and Fatma, when Fatma broke away with just one hand.

Out of nowhere the power comes, Fatma is angry that her daughter has been treated unfairly here.

"I'll go, I'll go take my son. No need for you to kick us both out of here. In fact, my kindness you can't remember and see, just because of today's tragedy. I swear, what happened to my son, will happen to one of you, take it!" Fatma forgot herself.

Naya is getting furious, pulling and pushing Fatma until Fatma slips. Fatma fell down and rolled until one of her legs was hit by a pointed bamboo, which was about to be used for scarecrows.

The dark red blood, continues to pour profusely, along with Maya's loud screams in the courtyard of Darmadji's residence.

"Mom, mom. I'm sorry Maya, Mom. Maya who has caused mother like this," Maya cried bitterly, and immediately approached her mother even though she had to rebel first.

"I swear, Inayah. I swear, you'll regret it today. Not my hand, but the hand of God that will repay him later. Just look, you'll be asking for your death, if you know who Maya really is!" Fatma cried out in a soft voice.

Maya soon embraces and takes her mother away, carrying many lines of wounds that Ditya's mother has just created. The man who fathered the baby, Maya promises to kill him, if fate kindly reunites her and Aditya again.

The memory rhyme, made Maya re-awaken and withdraw from the nostalgia of her wounds, that it happened nine years ago.

"Is that bad my family?" Aditya's shriek, neither able to stop the flow of Maya's tear river, throughout the actual story of Maya.

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