Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

17. Evaporating Anger

Habibie exhaled softly while holding his mischievous wife. He looked at the people in front of him with a sharp gaze full of emphasis.

"Never see my wife again if you just want to ruin her!"

After saying that, Habibie entered the house, brought Kiara into his room, the strange thing was, the footsteps did not stop there and the jutsru went into the bathroom. Crouching near the bathub. Sit Kiara down, letting the woman lean on the bathub.

His big hand took a shower, turned on the cold water and flushed the wife's body so Kiara made a mess.

"What are you doing!" peekkik Kiara, she wanted to stand up but her head was too dizzy. His body will just fall.

"What's wrong with you, Kiara! I've warned many times not to mess with me! Why are you even doing something crazy like this!" Habibie kept yelling at Kiara with her high tone.

"You know that khamr is haram! How can you learn and clean your heart and head if you deliberately let the haram things into your body! What the hell do you want! You are an adult. You can't understand what's good and what's bad! Should I punish you by hanging you in this place huh! Keep your pride, keep your marwah as a Kiara woman! You it-- "

"What!" shout Kiara. "The self-worth and self-esteem you discussed! You always asked me to do this and that, forbidding me from doing this and that. You guys are selfish! You're all the same. Only Mother loves me the same. Only Mother can understand me!" Kiara lowered her head while hitting her chest.

"You can only scold me, asking for such things in a coercive manner. Have you ever asked me how I feel!"

Now the woman was standing, walking up to her husband with tears.

"19 years, 19 years I've lived without anyone to steal my life!" Kiara looked up, her hand pulling the shirt that her husband was wearing firmly. "One time only. Can you ask if I'm okay? What I really want. I'm lonely, Sir! And you!" Kiara pierced her husband's chest with her index finger. "You're the sky I can see but I can't touch! I hate all of you. I hate this life. I want Mommy, I want to follow Mommy!"

The woman walked to the sink, took a vase and broke it so that a ceramic fragment hit her leg.

Habibie wanted to snatch the vase from Kiara's hands, but Kiara certainly didn't let that happen. He held the vase right near Habibie's neck.

"Ciara. You're hurt!"

"Silencemmm!" The woman screamed until her voice was almost gone. It staggers, clinging to the sink to maintain balance.

"Near!"

"Step back!" kitah Kiara's. "Master!" the woman finally. "I didn't drink it on purpose. They're pushy, and this is my first!" For a moment he laughed. "You won't believe me! Whatever. It's up to you! I don't care, I'm leaving soon! Leaving cruel people like you. I'm going to see Mommy. Mother will understand!"

Habibie grew increasingly frightened because Kiara's movements could not be controlled. His hands and feet were moving in no direction.

"Goodbye, Mr Habibie! May you be happy!"

Prangs!

The vase was smashed to pieces after Habibie brushed Kiara's hand away. However, because the edge was too hard, Kiara was unsteady. The woman fell, but Habibie had anticipated it first. He pulled Kiara's body into his embrace, the wet body felt very cold.

Habibie again held Kiara and took her out, laying Kiara on the bed in her wet clothes. The woman continued to rumble indistinctly, her body trembling, she seemed to be cold.

The man was confused. He picked up the cloth and wrapped Kiara's feet with the cloth and ran outside.

"Bi. Arum Bi!"

Habibie shouted, the figure appeared, looking up to the top floor.

"What's up, Mister?"

Bi Arum went upstairs. He stood in front of Habibie with a worried face, especially when he saw his shirt soaked, the more over thinking was Bi Arum.

"Bi, Kiara's clothes are wet, but she's unconscious again. Can you help me change her clothes?"

Habibie was about to go back into his room, but Bi Arum let out a voice that made Habibie's steps stop.

"I'm sorry, Sir! Without diminishing my respect for Master, I believe Master understands this more than I do. Lady Kiara has a limit even with me. Only the Master can see it without any restrictions. I'm sorry, Sir. I can't help!"

Habibie was stunned, as if faced with a dead end that he had built himself.

"I'm sorry, Bi!"

Bi Arum just nodded, staring at the wide back of Habibie who had returned to his room.

"I'm sorry, Sir! All I'm saying is true, but, it's about time you forgot about the house. Kasian Madam Kiara oruh Tuan!"

Bi Arum exhaled a long napa before returning down to the bottom floor.

While in the room, Habibie was trying to replace his wife's clothes. The man just took a nightgown and .... When finished, Habibie took the P3K box and treated his wife's legs with great care.

"Ohhh, Dad! Slow down!" shout Kiara. "Sakitttt woy!"

Habibie did not heed that, he held onto Kiara's ankle that was on top of his lap very tightly.

"Hold a minute!"

"Akhhhhhh!"

Kiara gripped the mattress beside her firmly. Perih, sick, everything mixed up.

"What are you doing, you want to kill me huh?"

Again Habibie did not care about it, he continued his activities until the legs were finished he obeyed.

"Bundaaaaa .. pain!" This time Kiara whined with her pottery voice. "Kiara's throat hurts too. Kiara wants a drink!"

A few seconds later, Habibie helps Kiara to drink. The man again kept the glass on the nightstand then looked at Kiara with a sad face.

"Mother ... Mother, Kiara kangen! Where's the mother?"

Kiara's lips never stopped to mumble, although it was not tight, but Habibie also had good hearing.

"What way am I doing it wrong?" Now the man's hand was stretched out, tidying the hair on Kiara's messy face. Although it was covered in a dry towel, there were many strands coming out. "I'm sorry, Kiara!"

Habibie muttered and then moved from his seat. Just turning around, suddenly, Kiara's tiny fingers grasped her little finger firmly.

"Don't go, don't stay in Kiara, Mother. Kiara lonely. Kiara cold. Please, Kiara ...."