Lonely Master's Passion

Brothers

Prak ....

The glass glass clasped by Clara suddenly escaped from her hand, making a high-sized glass filled with warm milk was immediately broken with glass fragments scattered on the floor as well as milk that also spilled and filled the floor now.

Clara's eyes looked teary as well as in disbelief as she looked at the little girl who was currently standing right next to the handsome man who was her ex-husband.

"Nriv ..." He slowly covered his mouth with his palm which now felt trembling.

The same thing was felt by Arista, his chest felt tight now even his body almost collapsed instantly and with a blink of an eye, he felt tight, Louis immediately grabbed Arista's waist and held him firmly feeling clueless about what was really going on with his future wife and also his ex-wife.

"You know each other?" Louis looked at Arista's pale face and the face of the ex-wife in turn with a confused face.

Arista could only be silent sculpting, his eyes fixed on the face of Clara's older brother who had left himself with his late sister. Instantly, the promises of the Kaka again ring in Arista's ears. A sweet promise is uttered from the lips of her brother who says that he will return after success and marry the rich young master.

That false promise instantly made his heart filled with hatred towards that one and only sister. In fact, Clara was married to the rich young master who is her own future husband, in fact, her brother did have a luxurious life and a treasure with his beloved Mas Louis but what, he said, Clara forgot all her promises to herself and her now deceased sister.

Tight, very tight. His heart was like a big rock that now hit hard all the heart of an Arista until the tears now escaped and rolled so fast from both of his beautiful eyes.

"Arista? You really Arista's sister Ma'am? His beloved sister Mbak," Clara walked over making Louis immediately surprised and increasingly clueless.

Maam? That means ...? No ... There is no way Arista is the younger brother of his ex-wife, Arista tells him that he only lives alone with the late Princess and never tells her that he has an older sister. Inner Louis.

For a moment, Louis' head was filled with various question marks and he did not like to be curious let alone save doubts. Louis also looked at Clara's face with a sharp look and a streak of hatred that was still clearly visible from the look of his eyes.

"Wait ... Clara. What do you mean? Brother ...? Who do you mean?" Louis asked with his hand still firmly gripping the waist of his future wife Arista.

"Mas Louis. What is your relationship with Arista? She's my sister, my younger sister," Clara replied stammered with a heavy voice and rolling tears drenched her beautiful face now.

Deg ....

A Louis' heart suddenly shook violently, his eyes seemed perfectly rounded as if they were about to jump out of place.

"No, you must be wrong. She's my future wife. His name is Arista, Arista's face is similar to yours but, there's no way that you guys are really siblings. No ... You lied to me, didn't you?" Louis was in disbelief at what he had just heard.

"If you don't believe me, ask him? Is she still acknowledging me as her brother," Clara's sudden burning heat filled the recesses of her heart as well as her soul.

"Arista, replied Mas. Is it true that she is your sister, replied dear."

Deg ....

Louis immediately released a circle of hands on Arista's waist, he retreated his footsteps while looking at Arista's face which currently looked deathly pale.

"Darling ...! You ...?''

Louis could no longer speak. His voice felt stifled in the throat, his legs also felt very weak.

"Mas, let's talk about this again later. Let me talk to this woman who claims to be my sister, for a moment" Arista suddenly gained great courage.

Out of nowhere she gained such courage, she walked up to her brother with a sharp look full of hatred highlighting from both of her round eyes.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME, HUH? MBAK SAID, MBAK WILL OFTEN NENGOKIN ME AND PRINCESS WHEN YOU MARRIED THE YOUNG MASTER RICH ... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ...?"

"WHAT DOES MOM KNOW? EVERY DAY, EVERY SECOND, I WAIT FOR YOU, WAIT FOR YOU TO COME HOME WITH FORMULA FOR THE PRINCESS, BUT WHAT? EVEN IF YOU NEVER COME HOME OR JUST COME TO GIVE US MONEY, EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE LIVED A GOOD LIFE AND WANDERED THE TREASURE."

"THE WAVES ARE REALLY EVIL. DO YOU STILL DESERVE THE BAD WOMAN I CALL YOU A COCA? I HATE THE SAME MOMMY ... HATEIIIIII ... HIKS HIKS NIKS ..." Shouted Arista expressed disappointment and pain in his heart, especially when he remembered the late brother who had now calmed down up there. His cry broke instantly, jarring and echoing throughout the room.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, Deck." Only that word came out of Clara's lips, although her eyes were teary but, but only her brother did not show any guilt.

"SORRY ... SORRY MOM SAID. YOUR APOLOGY WILL NOT RETURN THE PRINCESS ... HIKS HIKS NIKS ..."

"A-what do you mean? Where's the princess, where's Ma'am's youngest sister? Princess ... Love ... Where you are, you must have grown up ..." Clara walked around screaming for her sister's name, which she left when she was a baby.

Arista also walked quickly grabbed his brother's wrist and turned the body of the brother rough and powerful, until they were now facing each other and glaring at each other. The eyes of hatred filled the deepest recesses of Arista's two beautiful eyes that were still shedding tears.

"Mbak will never meet again with the princess, forever. AND THAT'S ALL BECAUSE OF MOM. PRINCESS DIED BECAUSE OF MBAK ... HIKS HIKS NIKS ..." Shouted Arista sitting limp on the floor crying as unwillingly as he remembered the figure of the daughter of the younger brother.

The same thing Clara did, she sat on the floor not believing that her youngest sister's daughter was dead.

"THE WAVES ARE REALLY EVIL, JAHAAAT. I HATE THE SAME MOMMY ... HIKS HIKS HIKS ..." cried Arista blaring in the room accompanied by a roaring and sad cry.

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