Sincerity Love Vishnu

Chapter 80 Regret

'When a sense of regret is present, attacking, tearing and dragging into the valley of grief, until a heart-wrenching roar is unable to satisfy the bursting cry, then enjoy it, because that is the reward you must feel to atone for your sins against me.' (Almira Princess-Good Ahsan)

- Syala Yaya - - Syala

Plaque!

A loud slap landed on Nice's left cheek, the man closed his eyes with the direction of the face slipping so hard, as it got the sudden movement he received. The man was instantly inflamed and pulled his brother's wrist with sharpened eyes. The anger ripple immediately came until with a quick motion his hand pulled and threw his owner into the sofa right next to him.

"What do you mean by this slap!" he shouted with his jaw tightening hard.

"It's worth it to you, you self-informed brand!" reply Dhepe with a voice no less high.

"What does Brother mean?" tanyanya set lips. His hand rubbed the hot cheek, sighing in an emotional hunt.

The new clock shows at eight in the morning, he did not expect to get a hard blow from his brother. The brother and sister's uproar was immediately heard by all residents of the house, not least their father and mother who had just come down from the top floor, even their two house assistants peered timidly from the door of the kitchen room; looking at each other confusedly towards Depe and Bagus.

"I didn't expect that the sister I'd always been proud of, I protected and supported, would do such a disgusting and vile thing." Dhepe dropped his tote bag on the sofa, lowered his head with heated eyes almost bursting into tears, he was not finished with the foul behavior of Bagus.

As a fellow woman, of course, she was well aware that the wounds her sister had inflicted on Almira were so deserving of being hated to death, with resentment still mounting, her hands rubbing her own frustrated face.

"What's the morning you two got into a fight?" ask me to go down the stairs in a hurry. Seeing his two children clashing with each other, the voice rose in the ordinary middle room where all family members gathered. His face panicked and observed one by one the faces of his children who looked face to face showed emotion.

"Ask him. Coming slapped me without cause," lontar Bagus turned his face, several times the hand of the man who was now neat about to leave for the office rubbed his face which still left a sense of pain.

"Now I ask you, Good Ahsan." Dhepe stared intently at his sister.

It felt like he wanted to ask and make sure his sister answered the new he would act. However, seeing the face of his sister who is pretentious cool with the company again developed in fact the explosion of his emotions can not be controlled anymore.

"Talk well to your sister, Dhe. Why did you have to hit him? Good isn't it a kid anymore?" said the mother mediated.

"good. Answer honestly, and never tell a single lie, or I'll withdraw all investments in the name of Azka's father from your company," dhepe said as he gulped down the saliva to gather all the questions that had occupied his mind for days.

"Ask," replied Good.

"What's right, you made Almira an investment barter with Johan GM of the Sultan Hotel?" dhepe asked firmly.

Nice chuckling, he shook his head looking at his brother with an innocent face, his feet stepping avoiding the piercing gazes of his two parents who were jolted with questions from Dhepe. The man covered the surprise by displaying a smile.

"What kind of slander is that?!" the man denied.

"So you won't confess?" dhepe asked softly, a thin smile immediately etched from her beautiful face.

The woman who was now well dressed was about to go to the office that her husband had inherited - Imran-it soon rose from her seat and walked up to her sister who was now turning agitated.

"I don't know what you're talking about. What kind of shit is this?" he slowly returned Dhepe's gaze that hit the heart.

"Good, my dear sister. Almira and everyone already know, but still have a conscience not to catch you. The evidence and the witness are there your mouth will acknowledge and all these disputes will end peacefully, my foolish brother," Dhepe recounted with a fist and an indignant face that appeared real in front of Bagus.

"What do you mean, Dhe? Mom and dad don't know what you're talking about" said the mother.

"You're right, right, trapping Almira in the Sultan Hotel bar, courtesy of Vishnu Tama? You put drugs in his drink so you can give his body to Johan; the father of Delia to put his capital into your bankrupt company?" dhepe asked in a soft and clear voice to make everyone in the room stunned to look at Bagus with wide eyes.

"Lied!" elak Nice.

"I just want you to admit that. You know, how much I hate Almira for dumping you! How angry was he for taking Vishnu from me! You know, it humiliates me so much when all these sources of calamity come from demons like you!" dhepe shouted with a voice filling the ceiling of the room.

Their mother staggered until their father immediately pulled the body of the middle-aged woman and sat her body on the sofa chair.

"So don't ask, before Almira reports you to the police, since you're being so pretentious, you better apologize to her."

"Can't," break up Nice firmly.

"Oh, okay. Eleven o'clock this afternoon I'll come to your office. My money is too precious to be in a dirty company like its owner. Apologize and everything will be fine. Because Almira and Vishnu love each other and take this as a test for them" Dhepe said as he walked away.

"Wait," asked the mother who was sitting limp on the sofa.

Dhepe stopped his steps, but the woman reluctantly turned her head. There was an outpouring of anger in Dhepe's heart for all his family members, and of course his mother understood that.

"I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry," said Mother in a trembling voice holding back tears.

"No problem, Mom. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" dhepe reply harbored annoyance.

"Mom didn't expect, what I thought was ruining your feelings for me."

"I lost Vishnu, and married Imran. Ok, Dhepe can still accept because it might not be a soul mate. Yes ... The two men were just someone who stopped by and soon passed," said Dhepe with bitter laughter. "but, when I heard, Good to harm Almira just for the sake of being able to boast, mother, my heart is sliced, Mom. I was hurt as a woman. What conscience can you still feel?" lontar Dhepe turned to face his father, mother and sister.

Good to bow his head unable to answer, his feelings are also the same - wounded, he feels the loss of the girl.

"I support desperately so that you can be with her, embrace the girl to be your wife. Because really, parting with the person you love is so painful that it feels like dying, but what? You wasted this brother's support by going back to listening to the nonsense ramblings about wealth in our family, Good! You let down your brother's trust that you think you're different!" dhepe shouted shrillly with emphasis on his sister.

"I'm really disappointed in you. Almira's disappointed in you."

Dhepe flipped over and left the hell house for him. He was fed up, maybe he should be a little grateful because Imran gives so much love that his anger against his family's rules regarding the standard of living, work and soul mate he can leave aside.

The car drove away from the house.

Nice sitting listless, he took off the tie and displayed a matted face with flushed earlobes. The positional lust and pressure from his parents about success blinded his heart; giving up the woman he loved was a fatal mistake he tried to deny, but nil.

"Right, what was your brother accusing you of, Good?" ask dad to breathe.

"Are you not proud? I managed to turn off my conscience in order to succeed? I'm proud, aren't I?" cynical answer.

"What do you mean, Good?" ask her mother.

"Isn't seeking the benefits of some people not a sin? Imran. Do you think I don't know why my sister-in-law died suddenly from shock of acceptance of this vile reality?" jeered.

His father and mother widened in shock, they both looked at each other with deathly pale faces, not expecting his son to be so harboring things that they were hard to guess.

"Sister Imran knows, do you marry Dhepe's brother for treasure? Even he was quite surprised when he realized that your careful planning to divert all stocks and assets to brother was already running? Hem?" accuse Good of grinning.

"Shut up!" snapped his father growling.

"Isn't Imran's company almost bankrupt by leaving debts high because of the corruption you do? Embezzlement, money laundering, jeez .. isn't our family so cool? I learned a lot from your dirty tactics. But unfortunately, now Imran can only leave a legacy to his wife's children from the remnants that he can save from the collapse of his company. It's amazing, isn't it, you guys. Same kid himself so hearty? Don't talk about sin with me, my role model parents," he immediately removed the smile and walked away leaving his parents who were now staring in the middle room.

They regretted, and did not expect at all their children to be ruined because of the lust for profit that they both did. In fact, he did not expect Imran, the once cold and haughty man who could become the best son-in-law and love his son sincerely, giving him a handsome grandson they never imagined.

"Dad, we have sinned," sob mother was sitting drowning.

"We don't know everything will be messed up like this" complained the husband.

"Are our children going to leave us both?" tanyanya.

"We shouldn't force the will, we're missing the best son-in-law, and all that because of our greed, ma'am."

The two couples, who are now in their fifties, lament regrets.

Good to leave his house. All this time he endured guilt, covering his conscience by pretending it didn't matter. Acting like a real man in front of Almira, in fact he was quite tortured by what used to be his stupid decision.

"Why didn't I learn from Dhepe's experience by releasing Vishnu?" his complaints are full of regrets.

The man immediately left his house and headed to Vishnu's hotel, he decided to confess and voluntarily ready to be carried, of course many parties will feel the hot fireball as well, he said, that is the insider who is in the ranks who has a high position in the Hotel owned by the handsome man.

His car pulled through the streets of the city which began to be crowded by four-wheeled vehicles and two-wheeled vehicles that are equally active. It took him fifty minutes until he finally arrived at his destination.

Entering the parking lot, and Bagus immediately left his car, walking slowly with a trembling mind, his instincts half-in-half in thinking and that's his weakness.

As he walked into the lobby, his eyes caught the figure of the woman who once filled his days with laughter and attention for more than four years, becoming a friend and lover for almost two years, and he felt sorry to have wasted the kindness of a girl who loved what she was, even for a blessing, the woman was patient.

"Your?" call him when his steps stop at the hotel park, standing behind Almira who was reading a book on a park bench all by herself.

The woman who owns the name immediately looks over. The breeze plus the quiet and comfortable atmosphere of the park seemed to bewitch the sound to make it instantly stunned to see.

"Good Mas?" it was unconscious.

"How are you, Almira?" tanya Bagus was still standing, his feet stiff as if there was a chunk of rock that swallowed up unable to step.

A longing that cries, wants to hug, but what power he is nobody. And the right word to describe what she saw this morning was Beautiful. The woman he saw was ordinary when he was close to her, now the aura of the woman's beauty radiated beautifully radiantly.

"Okay, I'm good news. How's yours?" tanya Almira immediately lowered her head, turning her gaze back to her book.

"Bad, bad news because I regret and miss you" he said, his mind cursed shame.

Almira was momentarily stunned, when the speech was thrown first, when her heart had not been adrift to the name of a man responsible and loving her sincerely named Vishnu, it is possible that he will throw a hug and say that he is happy, but in fact only a bitter smile that he can give for speech that now even sounds like garbage.

"Kindly," said Almira looking up and giving a sweet smile that Good understands it as a real curse.

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