Silent Wife Young Master

7. Help Om Good Heart

Ravana only frowned as Elis's car seemed to enter the courtyard. Another car followed him and looked foreign to Ravana.

For a moment he felt happy, because if it was a guest, at least Elis would hold back his anger later. But when Zayn got out of the car, Ravana snorted lazily.

If it were only Zayn, Elis would not be angry.

"Well, Ravana? You're out there, honey?"

Then Fina immediately complained about Ravana's actions. As expected, Elis's facial expression instantly flushed in anger.

"RAHWANA!"

Ravana was shocked. All my life as a child Mama, just this time he was yelled like Mama yelled at the mute. Is that as big a mistake as that?

"You ... You're well! Your assesan is often about mute!" Elis' expression looked so scary that Ravana was scared. "Well, are you the same as him? Is she the same as you?!"

"Sissue enggak—"

"CALL THE MUTE OVER HERE, RIGHT NOW!"

Ravana stiffened as Elis stepped wrathfully into the house. The woman waited impatiently until finally the son of her former daughter-in-law came down, dragged by Fina.

As soon as she arrived, Elis unhesitatingly slapped her little face.

"Bad son of a whore!"

Plaque!

"About mama you seduced my son's husband, now you want to seduce my son! You are still a little boy! Still stinks of snot! Pinter, you're a gatel!"

Nabila protects his head while crying sobbing even without a sound. He did not know that Ravana was also dangerous.

He always fed her so Nabila thought she was good. But now it was clear to him that Ravana would also get him beaten many times.

"My iron ambulins! This kid has forgotten what it feels like to be beaten!"

Nah! Nabila has not forgotten!

The boy's body trembled very hard from fear. Soon an iron punch might be ready to melt his body if Zayn does not suddenly dispel.

"Tante, relax dong. Don't be too hard like a child" she said with a sweet smile.

Elis frowned disliking. "You are now like Abhimanyu's son?!"

"Tante, come. My aunt's time nagging me?"

Zayn would never betray Sakura. That's what makes Elis not to beat Nabila and let Zayn be nice to her.

"Darling, get up here. You're not pa-pa?"

Nabila. Staring at the face of the man who had prevented him from being beaten by the iron.

Although it was actually not okay, Nabila nodded. At least the pain did not increase.

"Body you hot gini. You sick, huh?"

Nabila. Not admit it.

"You hot body it hurts." Zayn held the little girl and took her away. Don't forget the man said, "Please bring compresses, dehumidifiers, same ice cream."

They disappeared above while Ravana looked up at Elis.

"Om Zayn is silent?"

Elis. Squatting in front of her child, holding her shoulders tight.

"Denger, Ravana, he's the son of a murderer."

"...."

"For his parents, your brother does not exist. You're still a kid so don't understand. But inget, don't ever, don't you ever mess with him. Mama will always forgive all your mistakes but the same mute kasian means you're not Mama's son anymore."

Ravana held a shocked breath. Hurriedly he nodded, though his heart still felt that the Mute was not as dangerous as Elis said.

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"You've had a lot of injuries, honey." Zayn put a compress to Nabila's forehead which for the first time after a long time can wear a pillow. "Tante Elis is evil with you?"

Nabila actually held back her crying. He could not believe that after all these days that felt like years, there was someone who could stop that painful blow.

"Catian." Zayn looked at him concernedly. "Om can't help much but just as easy as today Om can take care of you. Sleep well let the spit heal well?"

Among her harrowing cries, Nabila nodded. He closed his eyes, occasionally feeling his tears being wiped by the man's big hand.

The sense of security from the protection of the man made Nabila able to sleep soundly, resting his body and mind were exhausted.

He hopes this Good-Natured Om stays here, protecting him.

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