The Abandoned Woman

42. Tragedies

" mrs. Please don't be sad anymore." His consolation was trying to distract the beautiful woman. Sharmila just stared at him cursoryly then gazed back at his smartphone again trying to hold back his emotions.

Somewhere else. Miranda growled because the action can be failed, he cursed annoyed. "You must feel the pain of my wounds Bryant ! Just wait and see. What's gonna happen." The woman smirked while drinking her wine.

In mansion. Sharmila was still sleeping in her big bed. He is not allowed to do any other activities other than bed rest. All served by the waiter.

The woman had just finished giving her ASI to the child. The boy learned to crawl and just watched the movement of his toddler Sharmila read the latest news through the MacBook left by Bryant Cassano. Every time the boy was about to move away from him, his hand suddenly pulled his leg closer.

The toddler laughed out loud thinking that he was playing with his mother. Though he just kept away from the place so as not to fall to the floor. The female servant simply smiled looking at the interaction between the two of them.

"Mom." Arsy runs to Sharmila's bed, which extends his arms around her little body. " mom's. There are mother and daughter activities this weekend. We have to make skills and be in the interest of many." He said excitedly.

"What do you think many people are interested in ?" Change the mother asked looking at the child's face.

" Mhm.. I'm confused, too, Mom." The boy just pouted looking at him fixedly at the mother.

"Have lunch ? You change clothes first. Mom will think about what we want to do." Say Sharmila by rubbing Arsy's head.

"Eat together Mom, huh ?" Arsy looked at the mother's face. Sharmila just blinked her eyes without speaking she looked at the servant.

" Go. Come back later. Ok ?" Persuade him by rubbing his hand. Arsy nodded.

Then she ran to her room. While the waiter prepared their lunch together in Sharmila's room on the nightstand near the long sofa near the baby box. Arsy's eyes sparkled as his mother sat on the sofa waiting for him. Sharmila was still in pain and her body was covered in bruises from her husband's brutality.

But the beautiful woman just smiled at the behavior of her son. He did not show his disappointment and his hurt. My husband didn't call her until this moment. Only Vidio left it on his smartphone.

They had lunch together and interacted in a general way like a mother and child. Arsy tells her to rest and Sharmila gives her daughter to her baby sister. He then rested for a while in his bed until he fell asleep.

Bryant Cassano still riled between work activities, he ordered home security to tighten care again. Because he didn't want Miranda or anyone else to approach the private area with his family.

The day that Arsie was referring to arrived. Sharmila chose cooking activities for them. Because he only mastered' the cuisine and embroider. Finally, he decided to make Indonesian snacks. Ayu Putu.

Arsy is excited and loves it. They work together to make it. Until finally the results of his work are displayed and enjoyed by parents who attended and gave stickers like as the vote of the champion. And Arsy got that.

Their cuisine is liked although simple but liked by the students and their parents. Only the favorite champion. Feeling proud the boy smiled broadly as he received the award trophy from the school.

They walked hand in hand towards the car park that brought them back to the mansion. "Mom I want to eat my favorite chicken. We stop, huh ? Can't ? " His love Sharmila just nodded in understanding.

"Well..." Sharmila hugged Arsy's body and Arsy screamed in fear. " Mommy..." The boy clung to his mother's body in fear. The man dragged Sharmila's body and took her out of there.

They separated the mother and son and made his personal driver dying there. Sharmila was put in a minibus car then passed from there.

In an abandoned warehouse, everything is waiting there. A group of men and a set of Vidio recording devices and cameras and lights.

Directing to a big bed. " Don't tell me I'm going to be gang-raped by them. And they'll record it. Oh, is it all my fault ?" Inner Sharmila was terrified. His face as white as cotton drooped limp.

"Let's play our brother." The blonde smirked widely followed by everyone there. " Wait your turn. You guys just look at it." Said the big muscular man dragging him to the bed.

Sharmila muttered and shouted for help. " please.. Anybody. Help me !" His screams while putting up a fight against the man.

Sraakk. He pulled the hijap and followed his clothes. Sharmila fought on. Plaac. Plaac. Slap by slap he received his mouth torn out of blood.

The woman is still fighting. He bit his arm hard, but the big man held him back. Until finally Sharmila can kick his ultimate weapon that he is ready to open.

Dugs. The man rolled over with the pain later, the woman passed. Run straight to the entrance. " Please !" Shout him. And Braakkk.

Sharmila's body slammed to the side, her head hitting the building's support pole. His head was dizzy as well as the blurred vision That was how the woman felt.

" Don't let me live. If my honor is taken away. If I live I must be honourable. Please Allah. Amyn. Subhanallah Allahu Akbar." Sharmila muttered until she finally fainted.

Braakkk. A noise at the door. And many more objects around him scattered flying as a tool to strike back at them.

A man barged in and helped Sharmila there and a fight ensued and soon the police ambushed him. Sharmila was taken by ambulance to a nearby hospital.

The woman had bleeding on her head as well as a beating wound on her. The medical team was surprised when they got the results of the laboratory, the woman was two-bodied.

And as a result of the beating he fainted for two days. Only bruises are beatings only, and do not endanger the safety of the future baby and his mother. They are healthy and safe, just waiting for him to wake up.

The helper has paid the full cost of his hospital. And he had to work because of that he paid the nurses to look after him. The woman cleansed Sharmila's body and changed her clothes every day. Because all Sharmila equipment has been provided by the foreign man.

Other places Bryant Cassano was looking for information about the disappearance of his wife. Moreover, he got an anonymous letter, sending photos of Sharmila was being held by men without knowing his face. Because he turned his back on the camera.