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

Angita And Rega. Chapter 79

The sound****** was heard as the three people approached the permanent brick-walled house that had not been removed. The feeling of uneasiness and curiosity tickled the hearts of the three.

They looked at each other, reluctant to knock on the makeshift wooden door.

"Is this really your mother's house, Yang? " ask Rega somewhat doubtful, because it is still broad daylight, why is there such a curse sound from inside, whereas in other houses it is so quiet without any sound and movement. Maybe the owners are going to work or to the rice fields.

Anggita was silent at the place where he stood, the incident a few months ago that crossed his mind again made his chest feel tight and sore. Still coupled with the shoes of women he did not recognize. It was nothing, but his mother could not possibly wear such shoes. During this time his mother only wears ordinary sandals when traveling, if at home most only wear flip-flops whose names have been legendary.

The woman's tears were shed, her feelings became uncertain imagining bad things that suddenly flashed in her mind. Where his mother to his stepfather can be with other women in his house. He just wanted to break down the door of his house. But. will he be able to if he sees what is in it later.

"Loh, Ying. How do you cry anyway? Why, is anyone sick? " rega panicked when he saw tears falling on his wife's cheek.

Suppose he shook his head, he was speechless. The woman just rushed into Raga's arms and cried shut up there. So sick of his heart because too many are tracing, to make him shaken and his tongue feels twisted.

Rega stroked Anggita's shoulders gently, at his guidance the wife to sit on the long chair on the terrace of the cement-floored house.

"Please your heart first, if you can talk new stories. But this is Nimas' mother's house, isn't it? "

Angita nodded weakly.

Robin is increasingly convinced that what he thinks is true. If the lady yadi is a mistress of Nurdin, who is none other than the stepfather of her young miss. The man looked at his master, with a gaze asking what he could do to help. Do you just break it, or wait until the voice of ******** that is in business is finished first.

But over time his ears itch too if you have to stay there longer and have to listen to the sounds of the curse.

"Rather than die of curiosity, I'd rather just knock this door down and look into it. No matter the courtesy of the guest, if there are people in it who are cheating, "murm Robin fiercely. He prepared to make a move to break down the door in front of him.

One...

Two...

Three...

Bruaaak...!

The loud sound of the door being forcefully opened by Robin shocked Anggita who was still drowning in Rega's arms. Her mouth gaped in disbelief at what her husband's assistant had just done.

Sure enough, the sound of******* which is a grimy curse with his frenzy since then stopped instantly. From inside was the sound of angry cries from people who hate Anggita.

"Who's there...?! "

The three people were silent, waiting for whether the person who shouted would come out or continue their activities only.

One second

Two seconds..

Ten seconds passed without any movement from inside or outside, making Robin desperate to enter the house and find where the person who became the object came there.

"Sir Robin, don't come in! "

"Why? "

"It looks like neither my mother nor my sister are inside, "

"I know, "

Anggita frowned in wonder, "how could you know? "

"I saw them, "

"Well, who did you see?" ask Anggita.

His heartache imagines how his mother would feel if she found out about this. For a long time Anggita wanted her mother to be separated from the man biadap like Nurdin, but what power is only a village girl who does not have any power to be able to fight Nurdin.

"Nurdinu. And. a w-wa-"

"Who has dared to break my door...?!