
"Yee, Daddy's coming home!" shena exclaimed with her bright face.
Alan smiled wryly, he rubbed Shena's head sitting beside him. This little princess is so spoiled and sticky. The little Aerin duplicates are attached completely to the Shena.
"How are you feeling, Dad?" shaka asked looking at the man's face.
"It's better, Son," Alan replied.
"Daddy don't be tired just yet" Chana continued.
"If you need anything, don't spare Dad. Just tell Zanka" Zanka said, helping Aerin put her stuff in her suitcase.
"Thank you, Son," Alan said.
Alan's condition slowly improved and today he was allowed by doctors to go home, despite having to undergo several other treatments.
Shena continued to chatter as she massaged Alan's hand sitting on the cage. The little girl did not seem to run out of words to invite her father to speak. Alan just salut heard it, I don't know how many vocabulary is in his son's head so that it talks like a sewing machine very smoothly even though it can not call the letter R.
"Ck, Nana aren't you tired of continuing to chatter like that?" tangent Zanka whose beard heard her sister who was chatty and noisy.
"Indeed why? Nana's gonna be having a belbicala with Daddy!" tusky.
"Have not argued" said Aerin.
Joash, Joel and Agam enter Alan's hospital room. There is Christopher and Alta who always faithfully accompany Alan and Aerin while in the hospital. Christopher provides facilities that are not kidding for his son-in-law, everything he provides for Aerin and Alan.
"How are you doing, Lan?" ask Christopher gently.
"It's better, Dad," replied Alan who was still awkward.
Alan half-believed that his father-in-law was the real father of his own wife. The world is so narrow and hard to guess. The man who had been torturing his wife had a blood relationship with him.
"Yes, just rest. Do not do heavy activities. After your condition improves, Daddy will take you back to Indonesia" said Christopher.
"Yes Dad" Alan replied.
Agam saw how happy Alan and Aerin were. Until now Aerin does not know if he is the half-brother of the woman. Robson asks Agam not to say that before Alan returns home from the hospital for fear of disturbing Aerin's thoughts of focusing on her husband.
"Come, sir," said Joash.
"Let me help you, brother," Aerin said.
"Good, Miss."
Aerin helps her husband sit in a wheelchair. Alan was still unable to walk normally as usual, too long a coma made some joints in his body like immovable. Shaka, Zanka and Chana help their mother to sit comfortably in a wheelchair. It succeeded in making others touched and envied the attention of 5-year-old children. Though they are still young, of course, their thoughts are only a glimpse of playing and playing.
"Come," ask Christopher.
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Brak!
Jasmine and Lisa were pushed so hard that the bodies of the two women fell on the ground.
"Awww," Lisa moaned while screaming in pain.
"Who are y'all? What did you guys do to keep us here?" jolted Lisa with her angry face.
"We told Mr. Christopher to arrest you" replied one of them.
"We have no business with him" Lisa said.
However, the burly men did not care. They care for their ears and do not want to hear the babbling and protesting from Jasmine and Lisa.
"Enter them into the cell!" tell one of them.
"Good Boss."
Jasmine and Lisa are back in a forced drag especially when the two women rebel. Both were taken into one of the rooms that had a prison-like cell. Each cell is small and enough for one person.
Jasmine and Lisa are shocked to see Jo and Anne there. The two people were silent and busy with their own thoughts.
Anne sat down in the corner of the cell area and mentioned Alan's name repeatedly. His appearance is messy with disheveled hair and bruised parts of the face. His mouth was pouting like a shaman reading a mantra but the sound that came out sounded like calling Alan by name.
Jo was lying down like a shivering man and he called out Aerin's name. The name of the woman he once loved and is still attached to his heart. But it is only because his foolishness that believes the words of Jasmine and Lisa makes the man lose the woman who sincerely loves him.
"Jo," call Lisa.
However, the man did not respond at all. Her lips kept calling Aerin by name and apologized to her whole soul and body.
"Miss Anne," called Jasmine who could not believe the condition of the woman she was working with.
Anne is a high-class woman who works as a top model. Not only because she is a model and beautiful but also her status as the wife of an Alan that makes people amazed by the figure of the beautiful woman. In addition, he was born from the richest family that has many companies in various countries. However, who would have thought that behind the happy life others saw, he was someone who lacked affection. A person whose ambition is to get all his desires despite hurting himself.
"What happened to them?" jasmine asked shut her mouth in disbelief at Jo and Anne's amazing condition.
"Bring them in!" ask the boss.
"Good, Boss."
Jasmine and Lisa are forced into different cells but side by side.
Brak!
"Awww," groaned.
The cell door in the lock with a padlock so that the two women could not escape.
"Take me off" cried Jasmine, shaking the cell door.
While Lisa has resigned and can not fight. The woman continued to stare at Jo who was lying down. Her face looked sad, to be honest Lisa had deep feelings for the man. That was the purpose of him slandering Aerin in order to gain the man's heart. But alas, whatever he was doing didn't attract Jo's attention at all. Jo prefers Anne who can give her everything.
"Jo," call Lisa.
The woman stretched out her hand to reach Jo's head and stroked the man's head.
"A-aerin," said Jo.
"A-aerin," he called again.
Lisa's tears were shed, why at a time like this was the man still thinking of Aerin who obviously would not be able to come back to her again?
"Pardon me" he said, filled with regret and crying.
Christopher orders his men to give Anne and Jo something so that the two are helpless. The potions that enter their bodies, such as taking them back to the past and remembering all the mistakes they have done to people before.
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