My Secret Life's

Chapter 175: Surrender

I have to be strong for my son, until I meet him. Only he can help me, Aliska has run away and surely mas Mahendra vented his anger on me.~batin Aliya opened the closet and took the clothes covered.

Ten minutes later, the sound of knocking on the door rang out and a handsome face with blue eyes poked out looking into the room. Footsteps were heard coming in and stopped behind a woman facing a window. A longing embrace with a sweet smile rose on the lips of the two. "Remember me, son?"

"I'm sorry Abhi, how is Mother?"

"Okay, have you eaten? Wasn't the promise of dinner and it's still late." said Aliya's mother and let go of Abhi's embrace.

Abhi followed the footsteps of Aliya's mother who chose to sit on her king-size bed. Beautiful and well-groomed face, but something stole Abhi's attention. Abhi's hand touched the corner of the mother's lips, even though it was covered in makeup. It still looks like a scar and it caught the eye. "How can this be…."

"Good mother, son, this morning accidentally fell in the bathroom. Is your wife coming? Why don't you see Asfa" said Aliya's mother shifted the subject.

Abhi pulled out a nightstand drawer and took out a medicine box. "Asfa's still out of town, don't switch the bundle talks. Abhi does not like to see wounds in the eyes of the mother, let alone wounds in the physical mother. Should Abhi hire a nurse, let's take care of mom."

"Hehehe you think, this mother is decrepit? Come on, son, this is just a small wound." replied Aliya.

Abhi's hand painstakingly gave the ointment on the mother's broken lips. Tnpa Abhi realized, Aliya's mother's eyes weakened. His heart screamed to tell the reality of a bitter life that had been lived without complaint. Although only for a moment, but considering the wrath of the husband made the mother Aliya hold all her might. Giving up is the last resort for now.

"Don't arrest mom, if it hurts just say so. Where's papa? Why didn't Abhi see papa?" abhi said and closed the ointment after finishing treating the wound on his mother's lips.

"Papa as usual works, you know if your father started a cafe business" replied Aliya relaxed.

Abhi nodded and placed the medicine box on the nightstand. "Better mama rest, Abhi will prepare dinner."

"Son, can accompany mother. Let the waiter take care of the dinner." ask Aliya's mother with begging eyes.

The eyes reminded Abhi of the figure of his wife, Abhi arranged pillows and patted to make it more comfortable to use. "Abhi accompany, rest mother."

Mother Aliya stretched her body by embracing Abhi's burly hands, letting her turbulent taste in the day and her mind calm down without having to be expressed. Abhi faithfully accompanied the mother, while elsewhere there was a fierce debate.

The modern appearance wrapped in a black leather jacket, and a fresher face, made the woman with one ponytail the center of attention. "Do you have no job?"

"Isn't it back?" cetus guy in casual clothes.

"Well, how can you do all this? Aren't we at work?" men in black clothes.

While the other two men are still breathing, prepare to give an ultimatum. But the woman who makes everyone anxious just casually justifies the jacket. Two hands hold the woman's shoulders and face her. "Do I have to send you to the dormitory?"

"Drama? Do I still need that?" re-word the woman.

The gaze of the blue eyes was calm, sharp and meaningful. The longer it was stared at, anyone would drown in endless tranquility. "You're Queen Asfa Luxifer. Look at the dukes, and I'm here with you. What a hard thing it is to give orders, and we will do as you wish. Is that hard?"

Asfa smiled and let go of the hand on her shoulder. "I'm not that weak, if that's brother's thinking. Let me finish my responsibility. Ka Varo can come if you want, or let them escort you. How's it?"

"Stay home!" tell someone who just entered the room.

"All right, I gave up. I'm staying home, doctor Vans prepare my dinner!" tukas Asfa took off the jacket.

Mr. Luxifer cupped Asfa's face, as seen the eyes of Asfa resigned. It was not the sadness that she wanted to see, but the stubbornness of Asfa had to stop. Although many responsibilities will be neglected, and may experience chaos. "Let papa take care, you just need to rest. Varo take care of Asfa, make sure not to miss!"

"Ready pa" replied Varo and made Justin and Dominic look at each other.

Master Luxifer who saw the reaction of the two dukes his daughter just let. There is no time to explain. Especially with Varo known as his son, then the responsibilities of the company and the mafia will be easily divided. Giving an ultimatum to Asfa is best.

Asfa let go of his hands and threw the jacket on the sofa, all his plans failing without beginning. The world feels empty when there is no action, not rest. Asfa picks up the phone and turns on the music at full volume. The action, made everyone close their ears.

Like a subtle eviction, Mr. Luxifer coded Justin and Dominic to come with him. Varo chose to walk towards the sofa and let his sister do as she pleased.

Huft, this is what a palace prison feels like. Why do I suddenly remember Abhi, I better call my husband's.~ Inner Asfa and turn off the music and look for the last number used.

A phone connection with ringtones sounded, Asfa's fingers tapped on the phone while waiting for her call to be answered. Waiting for a while, the call ended with no answer. "It's too busy, I'd better get some sleep."

"What's wrong?" ask Varo.

Silent....

Truly his sister was sulking, Varo got up from the sofa and walked over to Asfa. His footsteps had not yet reached in front of his sister, someone came running and directly hugged Asfa.

"Why are you here?" ask Varo.

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