The Vengeance Of Love

Chapter 86's

Arvin was about to hold his daughter's hand, but Sherin tepis was on the spot. His gaze was flat, not touched in the least. Maybe for the original owner of this body will feel happy, finally the father admitted. But not with Sherin now.

Living as a Prisha who always fought alone without parents made her heart hard. Not to mention the lover who cheated with his enemy, making his heart even harder. Already ignored his daughter for a dozen years and suddenly came to apologize?

Sherin felt like laughing, really he felt Arvin was very shameless.

“You don't want to forgive Papa?” ask Arvin.

Sherin's still shaking, now she's straddling. “Make what I forgive you after what you did all this time to me?”

“Papa really didn't know that Laras always poisoned Papa's mind. Papa regrets.”

“Only with a few words from an outsider and you trust him, it makes it hard to believe in you if only after this your attitude will remain the same as it used to be.”

Arvin immediately shook his head. “No! Papa won't believe it again if anyone slanders you.”

Sherin smiled cynically, a sound came from her mouth. While Dina who was there could only shake her head. “Then, what if what others say is true? You're gonna trust me anyway?”

Arvin was confused, it seemed like the answer that would come out of his mouth would always be wrong. That means Sherin hasn't forgiven her. After thinking for a while, Arvin decides not to force Sherin to forgive him.

“No papa if now you do not want to forgive Papa, but Papa hope you want to give Papa an apology. Then, Papa go first. If there's anything you can ask Papa.” for help

Other than a nod of the head in response, it looks like Sherin doesn't want to talk to Arvin anymore. The man exhaled, then immediately turned around and left.

Dina approached her daughter and rubbed Sherin's back several times. “He's your papa youho.”

“Who would have Papa like him?” Sherin smiled wryly and then left, today her mood is bad. Because of Arvin's arrival.

The next day, early in the morning Sherin was prepared with all black clothes. Not much different from Ravin, the man also wears a black shirt and jeans. The two went downstairs, apparently Anika and Meylin were already waiting there.

“Calysta says you came home but didn't bring souvenirs,” chirps Anika.

“We did not have time to buy souvenirs, if not in a hurry maybe today we will shop.” Sherin snorted and walked to the car.

Anika and Meylin followed while Ravin had already gotten into the car. “There will be many people.” Anika offset Sherin's footsteps.

“You mean?” ask Sherin confused.

“Listen, yes. Although this sounds a bit cruel, but it is for the sake of your future. Everything you will do in the tomb will be highlighted by the camera. If you look earnestly praying for Prisha, then many people will like you.”

“Ah, taking advantage of Prisha's death for a career?” terka Sherin was immediately nodded by Anika.

Sherin gets into the car that Ravin is already in, while Anika and Meylin leave in another car. Arriving at the funeral, what Anika said was true. Apparently, even though Prisha has been gone for a long time, many people have not forgotten the late diva.

Years of working in the entertainment world, fans of Prisha are not only millions but up to tens of millions. Every album that is released is always sold out. His golden voice was like there was only one in this century.

Sherin took out her sunglasses and immediately put them on as soon as she got out of the car. Together with Ravin, they go to where Prisha is buried, behind them are Meylin and Anika.

Fortunately, shortly after they arrived, many people left. That's because they've been here long enough. Not a few cameras that highlight visitors here, not a few other artists who come.

Sherin doesn't recognize them, in her mind they must be here just to find fame. “It turns out that something is worse than me,” Sherin murmured but heard by Anika.

Half an hour later the funeral was quieter, and two teenagers Sherin knew were approaching. Sherin knows, surely Kael still feels devastated by the departure of his brother. It's just that he wanted to say that his brother was still around.

“Why have you guys come lately?” ask Sherin.

“You didn't see it here a lot of people? Who would dare to come to the tomb of a famous artist?” Kael smiled smirkily, the corner of his eyes reddened, it was clear that the young man had been holding back crying ever since.

Sherin did not respond, shortly after that there was a woman in black clothes and a cloth covering the head, passing them and sitting beside Prisha's funeral.

There was a sound of crying from that direction. So, Sherin and the others' positions are now not right next to Prisha's grave. They had already come from there and were sowing flowers, so they were now gathering under the trees to avoid the sunlight.

“Who was that woman suddenly coming and crying?” kael asked curiously.

“So please, big fan of your sister maybe,” timpal Meylin.

“Where are the fans up to her? Are people not sane?” it's getting weird Anika's thinking.

“Entah, but why do I feel like I've heard his voice?” sherin murmured, trying to remember where she had heard that voice.

“Huhu .. forgive mom.. ” said the woman, sitting hugging a gravestone inscribed with the name Prisha Aditri.

Deg.

Sherin is transfixed, the word 'mother' instantly reminds her of a woman who once suddenly disappeared leaving behind a baby two years old less.

“Why does she call herself mom?” kael asked increasingly curious.

“Maybe true people are not sane.” Meylin agreed with Anika's words earlier.

“Not!”

Sherin's words made them all turn their heads, staring at Sherin's confused eyes which were now reddened. Sherin's hands clenched, her eyes staring straight at the woman who was still crying.

The wind blew softly, flying the dry leaves that fell from the top of the tree. The funeral was no longer as crowded as it was, there were only them and the woman who was crying.

“Not how?” anika asked not to understand.

Sherin did not answer, but he approached the woman and called her by a name.

“Tira ... ”

The woman looked up, surprised and stood up. His hands wiped away the flowing tears. While Sherin looked at the woman with a look of hate.

“Who are you? How do I know my name?”

“I? I'm just someone else and you don't need to know. As for you, is the woman who has left her daughter and a child who is still very small, right?”

The middle-aged woman stared, then she regained consciousness. “What do you mean?!”

“You're Prisha's mother, right?”