Ngumbara Love

72 You're here

"I ... Me!"

Not finished Andhra replied, the light of a car penetrated into the house. It seems that Mr. Soleh is in the midst of another guest.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Soleh!" A girl's voice sounded familiar in Andhra's ears.

"Youyou...!"

A beautiful girl in an open shirt exposes the dark tights she uses as an interior, long pencil jeans with some rips on the thighs and knees, earphones that stick perfectly in the ear make beautiful hair that is more charming. Don't forget his mouth that doesn't stop chewing.

His face turned tense as he looked at the man who was harassing his life now in a place he had never expected before. His heart wondered "how could this stone man be here?"

Okay, time to play a role. Just pretend to be Rossi's usual.

This wretch, is he going to lead a thug raid on the market. His style really makes people anxious. Inner Andhra.

"You... How can you be here?" The girl pointed at Andhra as if her heartbeat was normal. Slowly but surely, he entered and shook hands with Mr. Soleh. Andhra flirted, and so did Ozan.

"You're not ...!" Ozan hung up his words because he wanted to know Andhra's reaction.

"Rossi, she's my future wife." Andhra's view never separated from Rossi. Very nervous, Rossi smiled clumsyly. His body deliberately moved so that he could cover his nervousness. Almost forgot that Andhra was the man who asked for it a few days ago.

"Have known!"

"Ngapain what?"

Andhra hits Ozan's head.

"Sister-in-law why are you here? What's the need?"

Basic Ozan, can he not be so familiar.

"A ... I...!"

Rossi was as upset as he was, why his mouth could not be compromised, so nervous and stuttering.

"Son Rossi is a loyal customer of the vegetables I grow. He's here to take a vegetable order." Two thumbs up Rossi gave sincerely to Pak Soleh accompanied by a beautiful and charming smile.

"Do you know each other?"

"Already, Sir! They're both superiors in the office next to uncle's restaurant." This time Rossi could answer.

Rossi, you need to look calm and mediocre. Don't make you look ridiculous in front of him. Inner Rossi.

Andhra stood up and approached Rossi.

"Who are you here with? It's been night, and the streets in this area are pretty quiet, how can you be that brave?" cerca Andhra's.

"I..I ...!"

Cih, to the extent that he was worried about brother-in-law! Inner Ozan.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh!" A man just came in, cut off Rossi's speech. He immediately reached out his hand to shake hands with the owner of the house, after which, standing right by Rossi's side.

"Who is he?" Andhra separated the distance between Rossi and the man who had just arrived, by positioning himself in the middle of the two.  Staring sharply full of animosity. Ozan shut his mouth because of the amused attitude of Andhra that seems excessive.

"Basic bucin." Ozan muttered, throwing his face. Andhra pretended not to hear.

"Hallo, my name is Dion!" What Rossi asked, Dion answered instead, made Andhra's jealousy increase.

"So his name, just answered why it's so ugly in his face." Andhra's eyes were perfectly rounded. Does Rossi not understand if Andhra is jealous blind. Put on another show.

Dion pulled his hand back after coming to his senses if ignored by Andhra. "No acquaintance to you." Dion scratched his non-itchy head.

"He's my cousin." Rossi seemed to understand Andhra's uneasiness giving an explanation.

"I'm Andhra!"

Now Andhra who changed his hand reached out, without hesitation Dion welcomed him enthusiastically.

Very cheeky smile, even though the dimples look very sweet. Inner Rossi while patting his own eel.

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Mella is now in front of the tv, sitting relaxed while snacking pretty.

"Waoooow, your life is very normal now huh?" A voice made Mella scream in shock.

The woman with the wide sunglasses was the one she hated the most. The one who made his life hell.

Mamma. Her inner word. Mella knows very well, if the one who has the keys to the house, it's just her and her mom.

Although Hasma has done many operations to fool many people, but not with Mella. Since childhood, Mella knew everything about Hasma. As if anything Hasma was in disguise, Mella could get to know him right away. Mella knows very well, about Hasma's rose-shaped tattoo, on the right back that is used as a scar disguise.

So many crimes committed by Hasma, even the extortion that Hasma often committed to Andhra through her. Unfortunately, Mella can't unravel her mother's crimes. For the one whom he loved the most was in the hands of the depraved woman.

"Why are you here?"

"Did you forget? Who is the real owner of this house." The woman sat in a haughty manner. Mella stared hatefully.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did you forget, you're still breathing until now, is out of compassion for me." The woman in the dress pressed Mella's jaw.

"Let go!" Mella mutters, Hasma lets go of her with a smile full of evil.

"Want to rebel hemmh?" Hasma circled Mella's body. "Now, tell me who Andhra's future wife is?"

"I don't know!" Mella threw her face off in any direction. The sly woman twisted her body, looking at Mella with great anger. He pulled Mella's upper arm in full force.

"You forgot, can I do anything to your father?" Mella widened her eyes for a moment. Before he could guess, surely the disappearance of Rangga was the act of Hasma.

"You're a very bad woman. I hate you!" scream Mella.

"I don't care." Hasma now sat her body on the sofa. "Your father will remain safe with me, if you obey."

Mella clenched her hands tightly. If she complies with Hasma's wishes, she must take part in Hasma's evil deeds, but if she refuses, Mella cannot imagine what will happen to her father.

"Dad's never guilty of you, why are you so bad for him?" Mella was eager to hear the reason for the evil woman, even though she could guess, surely the answer was very painful.

"A dumb girl like you knows what life means. He who meddles too much will be destroyed."

"You ...!"

Mella refused to say any more words. Her chest feels very tight. This is the mother who gave birth to her. And why should he be born of an evil woman like Hasma.

"Reply to your mother. Be a useful child. Bring Andhra's future wife before me. Then, you'll get information about your dying father." Mella clenched her hands even stronger. Is it wrong if he hates his mother? The demon woman who became human.

"Why are you still doing this? What's wrong with Andhra to you?" Mella held back the tears from dripping. He must not cry for the inhumane.

"Because he's been my enemy since birth. Because of him, I cannot marry Young Master Fadal Ghassani. And after that, because of him too I lost the chance to rule. And because he has also revived my passion. His face is very similar to that of Fadal Ghassani. But, I'm lucky. Because your presence is quite useful. No loss I let you live."

Mella frowned, suddenly Mella seemed to doubt the status of Hasma as her biological mother. Is that how a real mother is to her child?

'let's live?' mella's in my heart.

Mella's thoughts about her mother got worse.

"Based on the bad woman! You can even hurt someone who loves you so much." Mella remembers Rangga who always loved Hasma sincerely, even loved Mella like her own child.

"Know what you're about! Bring Andhra's future wife to me. Then, your father will I release." Hasma got up from her seat, then left without excuse.

As it always happens, Mella bursts helplessly with tears.

To be Continued....