The Love of the Duda

TCSD 115: Bringing It Off

Without permission, a single drop of clear grain from the girl's eyeball escaped. "It turns out the man hasn't stopped targeting the father's house!"

With wide steps, Sekar began to approach towards the terrace of the house. The door leaf that was left wide open, as if to become a magnetic field that became the center of attention of neighbors around. Not a few of them want to see firsthand what is happening in this Sekar residence.

"Stop bringing this house up! Because you have absolutely no right to have even sold this house!"

Sekar tried to shout loudly even though his voice sounded trembling. The girl desperately held back the already so burning anger in her chest. Like a flash flood that crashing and breaking down water dikes, the anger can no longer be pacified. The girl bravely opposed this man who was none other than a stepfather to her.

The middle-aged man named Prasetyo sounded out loud. Until his voice echoed filled the ceiling of this not-so-extensive living room. In his hand was a green bottle that Sekar believed made his stepfather drunk. In addition to having a hobby of cockfighting, this man also likes to drink, and certainly likes to play women who seem to make the man have absolutely nothing to be proud of by Sekar. In the eyes of Sekar, his stepfather was nothing more than an angel of death who would take his life and the life of the mother slowly, with the suffering of life they felt.

"Hey little boy, how dare you defy me!Have you forgotten who I am, huh?"

Smiling at the side. "You're just a loser hitchhiking with my mom. That can only make mom every day cry and roar as a result of your behavior!"

Prasetyo's face turned grim and cloudy. The words of his stepson had really dropped his pride. Although in reality it is what it is. He just lives with his wife.

"Based on the child does not know manners. Is this how your father educated you? By disrespecting the older people?"

Sekar rubbed the clear grains that fell from his eye fertilizer. He looked for the oxygen that was still left in this room by breathing deeply. "Just consider my patience and mother's almost two years as one of our ways to honor you. But not for now. Right now, I can no longer tolerate what you have done. I will rebel to defend what belongs to me!"

Prasetyo's jaw was hardened, his hands clenched strongly. If the bottle he held was made of plastic, it must have changed shape and the man's eyes turned red as if to signal that he was also holding back the flames of anger.

Staggered, Prasetyo tried to get closer to Sekar. The hand holding the green bottle, he swung up as if preparing to stab Sekar's head with the bottle.

"Mas stop!" shouted Ambar who was none other than the mother of Sekar when he saw the immortality of the husband.

The woman, who had been sitting in one of the living room chairs, began to move, trying to stop her husband, who had been possessed by the devil. Ambar rested at Prasetyo's feet while holding his feet. "Stop Mas! Stop that!"

"Truly the child has no manners. Get rid of you from this world!"

Again, Prasetyo swung his hand in the air, and prepared to hit Sekar's head with the bottle.

"Aaaaaa.... Mas, stop!!"

Bugh....!

Prang.....!!!!

A rough kick, Krisna lay right towards the middle-aged man's body and successfully made Prasetyo's body lying on the floor. The bottle he was carrying regardless of his grasp was thrown and broke to make a very loud sound.

"Never dare you touch this girl or hurt this girl. Just after there was a wound on this girl's body due to your actions, you just choose to go to the hospital or the grave?"

Krishna smiled cynically. "Before, I had no right to interfere in your family affairs. However, starting tonight if you dare to physically harm this girl, I will not hesitate to send you into the crust of hell!"

Hearing Krisna's words seemed to make Prasetyo more emotionally ignited. He tried to get up and intended to beat up Krishna.

"Based on a brash man....."

Bugh... Bughh... Bugh....!!!

Before Prasetyo's hand about Krishna's face, Krishna first managed to beat the middle-aged man's body. Three more blows he gave to Prasetyo's body and for the second time the man was sprawled on the floor.

Bughhh .. Buggh... Buggh....

"Well.ahhh...." Prasetyo squealed in pain. When bertubi Krishna again shower him with blows on his face. Krisna sat on top of Prasetyo's body, as if not giving the middle-aged man a chance to breathe.

After feeling satisfied, Krishna stood up again. "See my words. Never dare you physically injure this girl. I won't stay silent until there's a scrap of wound imprinted on this girl's body."

Krishna looked at Sekar with a pushy look. The girl's body also seemed to be shaking violently and her tears were also rushing. Maybe he had so much shock of experiencing something like this. Even the mother also seemed to cry hysterically with what she experienced at night. Krisna grabbed Sekar's hand, slightly pulled him and carried the girl's body into his arms.

Krisna hugged Sekar's body tightly and showered him with gentle kisses on the girl's head, as if to be a sign that everything would be fine.

"Don't cry anymore. Everything will be fine!"

Just a hug in Krishna's arms. "S-I'm afraid Sir. I'm scared!"

Krishna's heart melos, behind Sekar's strong attitude as if he dared to oppose anything that was considered to hurt his pride, it turns out this girl holds a pretty gaping wound story. Krisna again shrunk the head of Sekar intensely.

"Don't be afraid, there I will always protect you." Krishna broke off a little hug. He looked at the two netra of Sekar with adhesiveness. Slowly, he rubbed the remaining tears that still flowed down the cheeks of the girl. "Now, pack your clothes and your mother. We're getting out of here!"

Sekar. "Go? Where is Mister?"

"I will take you and your mother to a much safer place!"

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Mara and Dewa have not been able to appear in the story scene.. Looks like they are not looking to be disturbed.. hihihihi 😘😘😘.