What's my fault, Mother-in-law?

What's my fault, Mother-in-law? Chapter 18 Thrown from the Balcony

Mama Siska glared with tensed face veins, she was very angry at this time, because the son who was very dear and pampered by her all this time, was very angry, now dare to fight him only for the sake of a woman who is only his daughter-in-law from his stepson, a daughter-in-law who is very unexpected by him. Even the daughter-in-law who was very much hated by him.

"Give the woman to Mama, Raka! " shouted mama Siska.

"No! " Raka also kekeh with his current stance.

"Give it, Raka!" snapped at Siska's mother again to her son.

"No, Ma." Raka hugged Anggita's body more tightly, the more blood flowed from the woman.

"Raka! " the cry of mama Siska was very loud heard in Raka's ear. But the sound of the rain getting thicker accompanied by lightning made it inaudible from the outside.

"Why would she if Raka gave her to Mama?" tanya Raka did not lose her fast.

"Mama wants to throw him off the balcony, "answered Siska, whether it's a serious word or just because he's upset with his son.

Raka's eyes widened, "what ...? My mom is really not sane. Mama wants to be a killer? " tanya Raka exclaimed.

"You want to be the son of a dissident, Raka? " tanya Siska was furious.

"Raka won't let Mama kill him!" shouted the young man.

"Give, Raka! Let the woman die, and Mama's life can be at ease. Then you will quickly become a successor in the company Harsono Group, not even Si Rega it, " cried Mama Siska.

"But don't have to kill people either, Ma! Raka doesn't want to go to jail. So the CEO didn't, so the prisoner did, "Raka is still trying to resuscitate his mother.

However, he loved his mother very much. His mother always gave him what he needed even without asking. His mother always spoiled him, so he did not know how to find money and could only continue to squander it.

But now he also can not let if his mother will act out of bounds, he does not want his mother to be a murderer and will later be in prison.

" Haa argghh. fuck it! " Siska pulls Anggita from the raka.

Raka did not want to lose, he continued to maintain his decapitation so that it could not be taken by his mother.

"Raka .. loose!" Jerky Mama Siska.

"No, Ma!" raka replied firmly

"Let Mama say!"

"No. If Raka says no means no, Ma, "

"Mama... 'makek' yes?" raka looked at her mother.

"Emang! Why do you make Mama? You want to go tell Mama to the police?" Mama Siska looked at Raka no less sharply.

"Reporton there! Mama is not afraid! Mama is not afraid! Let Mama stay in jail if it makes you happy, "

"Why? Why is Mama so like this anyway? " ask Raka with tears flowing.

Looking at Raka who started to let her guard down and the hand grip that loosened, not as tight as before. Mama Siska grinned and quickly pulled Anggita from the eight Raka.

"Don't, Ma...! " jerit Raka when she saw the action of her mother who was out of control.

Anggita's small and thin body makes Siska not feel any difficulty at all. Especially coupled with the middle-aged woman who was under the influence of alcohol and drugs, making it like having extra energy.

Mama Siska lied to Anggita's body and ran to a balcony that was not far from where they had been.

Then ...

"Mama ... no...!!! " so shouted Raka.

Raka cried roaring to see the mother take Anggita off just like that from the balcony like throwing a sack of garbage.

The man limp as if he had lost his bones, imagining what would happen next to him and his beloved mother.

Are they going to jail? Or his mother had plans to pursue him.

"Don't, Ma...! "

"Will not be a murderer! "

"Mama don't be a killer! " Second Raka's hands banged on the floor where there were still blood spots Anggita.

"Raka does not want to go to jail, " said Raka while crying wailing.

Mama Siska laughed out loud, she felt as if her burden of fruit was lost along with her catapulted Angita down there.

"Haha! Rasain you, hick! Die there!" Mama Siska laughed happily, she was like a madman who did not think about what the cause of her actions was.

His consciousness, his sanity was lost due to the effects of illegal drugs consumed by him along with alcoholic beverages. Somehow he will later when he wakes up.

"Crazy mom! Mama is not sane! Mama killer! " Raka was crying. He stared at the blood-soaked floor of Anggita.

"Member, I'm sorry I can't digelametin lo and your son, "

"Gue is useless, Nggi! I'm sorry, "that man regretted his helplessness.

Raka can't imagine what happened to Anggita down there a year thrown by her mother.

Is Angita dead?

Did his bones break?

Did his head break?

"Did the child in the womb die too? "

All those questions crossed his mind, but he did not dare to look at the state of Anggita at all. He needs to set his heart and brain in chaos.

He wants to get angry and wear, or even beat up people who have hurt Angita. But after he recalled that if the person was his own mother, he immediately felt helpless.

Can't he beat up his own mother? There's no way he can berate his own mother.

Especially to report the woman who gave birth to it to the authorities, he felt unable. Absolutely not able to if you have to see the mother crouch behind bars.

His mother, who had always lived in the luxury of dma with a treasure, what would it be like if she had to live in a narrow and stuffy prison? If you have to sleep only on the floor.

"Why did you have to kill him?" Shouted Raka suddenly.

The young man's thoughts were raging, not just his affection for Anggita that left him feeling devastated.

But it was his love and love for the greater mother that made him feel angry and disappointed.

"Why, Ma? " Raka************** even grabbed her hair. It was very desirable that he dispelled the shadow of the incident he had just witnessed.

But where possible, when the heartbreaking tragedy happened before his eyes directly. He actually saw in real life that his mother had thrown Anggita from the balcony of his room down there.

"I can't let this happen, " said Raka suddenly.

"I can't let Mama in jail, "

"I'll take responsibility for your actions. You're the one who's gonna confess at the police station that I'm the culprit, not Mama. Yeah, right, " Raka muttered to herself. He could not let his mother suffer in prison.

Raka got up and walked staggered, her knees still feeling limp from shock. He leaned against the iron trellis on his balcony. Then look down to see the state of Anggita first before taking action.

But how surprised when he did not see anything down there.

"Womens? Where's she? " Raka Gumam asked.

"Whatchu mean? "