My Secret Life's

Chapter 187: Tragedy Cafe HighStar

Don't budge. Abhi was busy staring at the hand like staring at a diamond. Seeing that, Asfa pulled Abhi and walked in front down the green grass.

Unlike the attitude of Abhi who suddenly like a teenager. Elsewhere, a woman with watchful eyes stared back and forth throughout the room. His gaze stopped at table number seven. Footsteps are dragged with hands covered blazer.

"I hope he comes soon."

The woman sat at table number seven without ordering anything. His eyes were always going around looking for someone to look forward to. The doors of the cafe were repeatedly open and closed. Every time the door opened, the eyes were anxious.

Half an hour later....

The door opened for the umpteenth time. The woman's hopes were dwindling and no longer stared at the entrance. His face was buried in the folds of his hands on the table. The sound of footsteps approached, but still the woman remained holding back the anxiety in the depths of her face.

"It's been a while?" asked a middle-aged woman in the hijab and pulled out her chair.

The woman got up and saw, who asked her. "You, I guess...."

"I came, as I promised. What do you want to talk about, Aliya?" ask the hijab woman and remove the mask.

Aliya took off her mask. Wounds on the lips as well as some bruises are clearly visible on the beautiful face of the former model. The woman in the hijab, touched Aliya's face and held back her wrath. "Why survive? I warned you a long time ago. Now, what do you want? You know what he's like, don't you?"

Aliya looked embarrassed and sad. The hijab-wearing woman got up and hugged Aliya tightly. Unknowingly, her tears dropped without being asked. There is pain, when seeing a wife made a pet. After all, Aliya knew what her husband was like and still chose to stay. It's too late and a lot of life is at stake.

"Take him off. You deserve to be happy. You better tell Abhi....."

Aliya let go of the hijab woman's embrace and shook her head. "I.....

"Until when? Are you waiting for a victim? Don't act like a good mother. If, you let your soul act like an animal, "The hijab-wearing woman cupped Aliya in the face. "Remember, I married my granddaughter to protect your son. I keep my promise to my best friend. Now it's your turn. Abhi is your son, but Asfa is my grandson."

Explanation of the hijab woman, making Aliya's eyes perfectly rounded. How can, a grandson of Aranda Company become a servant in the lower house. Aliya's face of shock, made the hijab-wearing woman smile.

"This is the world. It doesn't always look like the real thing. That girl, my granddaughter. Queen Asfa Luxifer's. The daughter of the Phoenix mobster and the leader of the RA Company. Your husband, must know this. Does his face look plain?" Grandma Ara, sit back and wave at the waiter.

"What do you want to order, madam?" ask the waiter while giving the caffe menu on the table.

Grandma Ara opened the menu book and looked at the contents. "Cappucino one and dragon fruit juice one."

Servant noted. "Any more, Madam?"

"Son?" asked Grandma Ara to look at Aliya.

"No, that's it." replied Aliya.

"Well, wait a minute." the waiter left the customer's desk and went back to the booking section.

Grandma Ara took a cell phone and contacted someone. Aliya chose to wait for the conversation of the hijab-wearing woman and knocked on the table. The tone that Aliya made, made Grandma Ara pause for a moment.

"Okay, I wait," Grandma Ara turned off the call and put the phone on the table.

"That tone, who taught you?" ask Grandma Ara.

Tone of the Mother song. The rhythm of the right rhythm with the right tempo. Aliya stops the knock and takes something from behind her blazer. "Forgot that, you can keep this. I want Abhi to receive this from the right hands."

Aliya shook Grandma Ara's hand and gave something inside her grasp. Grandma Ara, clasping her hand after Aliya's hand was pulled. "Too bad? Why not yourself?"

Silent....

The waiter carried a tray containing a cup of cappucino and a glass of dragon fruit juice. The departure of the maid, made Aliya look at Grandma Ara seriously. "I feel like my time is not long. He came with a savage eye. The eyes are back...."

The trembling sound with Aliya's frightened eyes, made Grandma Ara speechless and think hard. "We'll think of a way out. Now better, you get out of that house!"

"Who should get out? She's my wife. What right?" Answer someone from a distance of one and a half meters.

Grandma Ara and Aliya got up and turned around. A man in hooded clothes looked at the two like his prey. The eyes were reddened and both of his hands were inside the jacket pocket. Cafe customers are relatively few and quiet. It was like luck to that man.

"Mas.." great-granddaughter Aliya and inched backwards to the back of Grandma Ara.

Grandma Ara felt how scared and traumatized Aliya was. Grip tightly in his hand like a child does not want to be left behind and ask for protection. Mahendra approached and stopped in front of the two women who were staring at him like wild animals.

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

The sound of the boots seemed to echo and shrink the courage of Aliya. But, not with Grandma Ara's guts. The hijab-wearing woman came forward and stood in front of Aliya. Mahendra's smile, making Aliya more down.

"Your mask is open?" sindir granny Ara.

Mahendra smiled cynically and smashed his lips. "Women are as old as you, why take care of other people's business. Take care of it, your own business!"

"Are you Mahendra, the little boy who is afraid of blood? No, I was wrong to ask you a question. I should have, I just said. Who you really are...."

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up, old grandma. Whoareyou? How dare I judge my life." Mahendra pointed a finger at Grandma Ara.

The man snapped at Grandma Ara with overflowing emotions. Grandma Ara just smiled and shook her head. "Ck, no manners. Is this the kind of husband that you keep Aliya?"

Aliya did not reply, making Grandma Ara clutch the woman's hand behind her to move to her side. "See all the wounds on this woman's face. Is this what you call a wife?"

Grandma Ara held Aliya's chin and raised it to Mahendra. Mahendra's hand was clenched and pulled from Ara's grandmother's presence.

If it's like this for too long. It could be getting longer, and I can not buy too long.~batin Mahendra.

"Why silence? I won't let you bring Aliya back. It's been enough of your torture all along." said Grandma Ara and took the bag on her desk.

Grandma Ara held Aliya's hand and prepared to step foot. However, Mahendra confronted him. "Aliya, wife. His life and death, only mine. You can't....."

"That's enough! I'm not your wife, anymore. I want to be free!" Aliya exclaimed, making the guests of the cafe who were only two others at the corner table startled and turned their eyes to the three of them.

Mahendra came forward with his hands ready to slap Aliya. The distance was only thirty inches, and the man's hand was held by Ara's grandmother's hand. "Don't touch Aliya!" hands are thrown violently.

"You, how brave...."

Mahendra's hand was raised again.

Plaac!

One loud slap and burned the ears of anyone who heard the loud sound of the slap. Mahendra holds his left cheek, the hood of his jacket comes off his head. "YOU! Jal's woman...."

Plaac!

Aliya's hand was shaking. For the first time, that hand slapped someone. Moreover, the one who was slapped was her own husband. A man who has been his life partner for many years. Memories after memories of Mahendra's torture, rolling like a roll of film in his brain memory.

"How dare you slap me. Already have guts, HUH?!" mahendra growled and rubbed blood on the corner of his lips.

The situation is not conducive. A mother's feelings can't be wrong. Ara's grandmother pulls Aliya and prepares to leave regardless of Mahendra's booming emotional behavior. Mahendra took something out of his jacket pocket and put his hood back on. A demonic smile rose from the man's lips. His steps blocked Ara and Aliya's grandmother.

"You want to take my wife? Don't hope," Mahendra swung his hand, Aliya saw a flash of sharp objects.

Grandma Ara also saw that, but had yet to make a move. His body had teemung backward because it was pushed by Aliya.

Bruug....

Jamb....

"Aliya...." Granny Ara Excited.

"Aarrrrggghh." shouted two cafe patrons and several waiters who ran for shelter, instead of helping.

Mahendra was also surprised by the wrong stabbing. However, it was only an instant and the blade was perfectly immersed right in Aliya's heart. Grandma Ara hurriedly got up and greeted Aliya's body which slumped down. "Hold on. I'll call an ambulance....."

Mahendra looks at two people from outside the cafe through the reflection of a mirror. The faces of both are not foreign. Not wanting to waste an opportunity. Mahendra rushed to run and left the scene for the toilet.

"Tii daak.. i. ukhuk.. tii daak...."

Plugs....

The door of the cafe opened as Aliya's hand fell to the floor. The two people who walked into the Cafe were shocked and speechless on the spot, seeing a woman who was in such a tragic state. The knife is still stuck in the heart and the heartbeat of new guests Cafe stopped. The wind stopped the time.

One sec....

Five seconds....

One minute....

"Mata....."

A loud and vibrating voice sounded heart-wrenching. Grandma Ara turned her eyes away from Aliya. An adult man with a handsome face blue eyes stood in front of the door with the little girl blue eyes. "Abhi, Asfa...."

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

Taps!

"I'm who.." exclaimed someone from the other direction and neatly dressed with an anxious face, shock was domineering.

Asfa helps Abhi walk, approaching where Aliya's mother lies covered in blood. The alert and anxious eyes of Grandma Ara, making Asfa more alert and a focused listener and observer. This time, there was no bodyguard and no weapon in his hands.

"What's going on?" asked Abhi and grabbed her mother's body.

Asfa helped Grandma Ara stand up. Mahendra begins the drama and weeps over Aliya's tragic circumstances. Grandma Ara gestured for Asfa to be careful. Asfa blinked, the blink of an eye Abhi accidentally saw. I don't know what demon possessed Abhi. "What are you doing? Say it!"

Abhi's touch, distracting Asfa. "What do you mean?" Asfa raised his right eyebrow.

How could Abhi ask such questions as cornering her grandmother. Abhi looked at Grandma Ara full of probing. Feeling that there was a good chance, Mahendra grabbed Aliya's hand. "Darling, I told you to stay away from our daughter-in-law's family. But, you're not...."

"Pa tell me, what happened!" Abhi no longer had patience.

Mahendra glanced at Ara's grandmother and his right hand pointed at the hijab-wearing woman. "Your mother met her, and I just stayed a little while to the toilet. Has anyone hurt your mother? You know what mom is like, stop it. We'd better get mom to the hospital.

Without asking for approval. Mahendra held a knife and pressed it just before it was plucked. Asfa could see how Mahendra was taking advantage of the situation. Now the door is not misdirected. Abhi was surprised by his papa's actions. "Pa..."

"Here you go, let's take it to the hospital!" Mahendra did not want to leave any traces and did reflex action to be safe.

Grandma Ara came forward and prepared to say something. Mahendra looked at the motion of the hijab-wearing woman and looked at Abhi who was focused on Aliya alone. "I should have been the one in your position. Sure, it's not you lying down like this...."

Asfa was getting less and less understood. Where is Mr. Mahendra's talk. Abhi looked at the papa with a question mark. Seeing the situation support him even more. Mahendra shed crocodile tears. "Mother.. asked for the treaty to be annulled, and the woman refused your mother's request..."

"covenant? What, you mean papa?"

"Stop! You're not sane? Mother is dying and you are still arguing. Lift it up, get it to the hospital!" tell Asfa with a high-pitched firm voice.

Asfa's command call, brought back Abhi's consciousness. The debate stalled and Abhi held onto Aliya's mother. Abhi's footsteps followed Grandma Ara. But not with Asfa and Mahendra. Mahendra's face was upset and glanced cynically at Asfa. There was no fear on Asfa's face. Asfa approached her father-in-law.

"Who are you? Real face, but why masked?" whispered Asfa beside Mahendra.

Hearing that, Mahendra's blood boiled and emotions rose again. Knives in his hands. A sneaky idea popped up filling his brain. A single pull of Mahendra's hand, made Asfa's body turn around and face him.

Jleeb....

"Abhiy....."

The voice of the call, stopped Abhi's footsteps. Abhi and Grandma Ara turned around. The staggered and weakened body just fell down. Abhi's blue eyes are perfectly rounded. The view in front of him could not see. A pale body in his trunk and another body lying on the front floor there. Grandma Ara ran back to the scene of the scene. So did Abhi who tried to pull both legs.

Not just my lips and thinning air. His heartbeat died seeing everything that happened in a matter of minutes. His life was shaken at will by the Creator. It was destroyed and burned like embers. His eyes, lips, and ears are not free from the curse.

Bruug....

Abhi's body also collapsed and the melted tears slid unhindered. His blue eyes turned red and those lips locked tightly. There was no look of love, let alone a sweet and handsome face. One hand was outstretched and intended to touch Abhi's shoulder.

"Don't touch me! From today on, you're my enemy."

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Malem, reader's....

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