Married Three Breeding Widow

part 10's

Nabila's confinement was ten days, exactly the day after Fina's marriage ended. The first thing Nabila does when out is clean up the remnants of the party alone because everyone is tired.

Nabila swept the scattered flowers, rolled up the mats, pulled the chairs, back and forth carrying pillows, various things that turned out to be very tiring. During this time Nabila has done a lot of heavy work, but cleaning the remnants of the party turned out to be even heavier.

Can't help it, Nabila tripped, dropped the dishes just like that. They're not glass plates, which is to be grateful for. But the noise could not be denied until Elis came out of the house.

"You again." Elis looked at her hatefully as if she wished she had not seen her again.

Nabila hurriedly picked up the plate. Forcing his sore hand to move rather than being hit. But in the middle of his business, Elis pulled Nabila's hair, automatically making the plates fall back.

"This what?" hiss Elis while holding a sari given by Ravana. "Where did you get it from?!"

Nabila looked up. When he thought it was a gift from Om Baik Hati, Nabila could not control his own body, robbing the juice to be held tightly.

He will not give. Hugging this sari while sleeping is Nabila's only tranquilizer now.

But all that was just a misunderstanding of Nabila. This sari was not given by Zayn, but was taken secretly by Ravana. Sari belongs to the younger brother of the groom that Ravana stole in order for Nabila to wear new clothes as well.

"Good you, yeah! What a thief's son!" Elis dragged Nabila's ears in a moment. "Here you! I haven't beaten you for a long time, now I've forgotten the taste!"

The commotion from Elis' voice teased the people of the house. Everyone, including the families of the men who stayed down immediately, as well as the people of the house, including Ravana.

When they all came down and saw Elis beating Nabila, the owner of the sari pointed to Nabila's hand.

"Shirt me," he said plainly. "Mommy, that's my shirt. How is he?"

Elis beat Nabila while trying to get her sarin. "here's balikin! You are a thief! It's not yours!"

At the end of it, Ravana gulped his saliva, pale with fear. The boy doesn't know. He thought that if he took one of the many clothes, no one would notice.

Nabila kept trying to protect the sari. No matter how people say, Nabila is sure this is the gift of Om Baik Hati. Therefore he was willing to be beaten as long as he could still have it.

Only Good-Natured Om can treat the pain. Nabila won't let go.

"You!" Elis was too angry. The slap drifted to Nabila's face, followed by a hard jubilant that pulled out a lot of her hair. "BASIC BITCH!"

Fina beside her husband smiled cynically. "She is a thief" she explained with a Tamil accent to her husband's family. "His mother called her son's husband Madam Elis, until Non Sakura committed suicide. He's a son of a bitch."

Her husband's family immediately looked at Nabila in disgust.

Sometimes the world is that stupid. Although it is clear that the sinners are his parents, they still give a denouncing look at the child as if he is the cause of all his sins.

Fair or unfair, people prefer to judge rather than think logically.

"I don't want any more clothes, Mom." Her husband's sister Fina spoke disgust. "Udah held him."

But even though the owner gave up possession, Nabila was eventually beaten hard.

*

"Sorry." Ravana bowed with regret.

It was midnight and everyone was asleep. In Nabila's stuffy room, the boy was busy crying for her sari.

Nabila managed to protect the sari from the spoils of Elis, but his clothes were torn while in the arms of Nabila.

The boy's hand was scuffed by scissors, although what he cried the most was the fact that the filter was impossible to use again. He looks very hurt right now.

"Smute, I'm sorry." Ravana said with great difficulty among his regrets. "I ... I promise to take care of you but .. I even make you cry again."

Ravana is too small to protect anything. Ravana realized it but still he felt very guilty.

Nabila hugged her sarinya with her back down. After a long time, Nabila came back crying very sad. It was obvious that he was as injured as the sari. Nabila looked very unwilling that his favorite object was damaged.

Ravana's mouth closed to Mute's back. There was a part of his heart that was forcefully squeezed, unable to see Mute curled up again like the first time he came.

Yesterday, he started to improve.

"Mute." Ravana clenched his hand. "I-I'll change the filter. Same is better. You want to, right?"

Nabila just crying. He did not look at it at all. But Ravana does not need an answer. The boy came out of Nabila's room, intending to go to his room and see if he had enough money.

Tomorrow Ravana will go to the market to buy a new sari for Mute to smile again.

But whether it was a coincidence or indeed a fate, Ravana's steps came to a halt upon hearing the familiar voice from Elis' room.

"Bad fuckin' bad, Auntie. Just finished the party, already beaten up his son Abhimanyu."

That's Zayn's voice. Didn't he say he could only be back in two weeks?

Ravana peeked in between the doors, finding indeed Zayn who was sitting on the sofa opposite Elis.

"You didn't want to go home yesterday?"

"Design plan. But there's a little problem. I'm not going anywhere yet."

"Abimanyu has come to India?"

"Yet. But my wanted poster was posted in Delhi." Zayn seemed to be downing wine from a glass. "Well, make it now. So far, the government has been able to compromise. Connecting from the past is actually India did not enter the state of Mahardika."

"Isn't there a base here?"

"Even if there is a base in the country, it is not as easy as the Mahardika Faction. You see, if the government is not seneng, there is even war."

"How do you plan ahead?"

"So far it's the same." Zayn smiled slightly. "While Aunty has a vengeful Aunt, I have an Abhimanyu who seems to be getting hot. Maybe before we can mamerin Nabila, Abhimanyu already slaughtered the palace people first. That's why we're gonna watch their families get hanged alive."

Elis laughing. "I would rather squirm Abhimanyu as Rara pleads at my feet."

"It's also interesting."

Elis placed his wine glass on the table. Suddenly rubbed his face with a bitter and hurt expression.

"It's not enough, yet" he murmured. "They should be fretting about Sakura Rasain."

Zayn suddenly flinched. "Tante," called out to him with a nosy smile. "What if ... make Rara commit suicide too?"

"Can you?" elis was surprised.

"Well, I don't know. But .. can try."

"How?"

"Tante please cut off Nabila's little finger."

In front of the door of the room, Ravana could only stare rigidly, not believing what he was listening to.

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