White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

The remaining destruction

The morning of the baranjak when the evening was sinking. The sound of birds chirping accompanied each gust of wind that spread filled every corner of the leaves and twigs, swiping each other to create a soothing sound.

Kara blinked her eyes slowly a few times.

Adjusting the light that just entered into her charming eyes.

The woman last night has run away somewhere.

After finishing their great struggle, Kara threw him away with great heartlessness.

He threw a lot of red money towards the woman.

Instead of being angry, the bitch then smiled full of twinkle in his eyes, although fatigue clearly lingered there.

Kara's head suddenly dizzy, her head like being hit by a Godam weighing hundreds of kilos. With a stifled hiss, Kara held onto her suddenly heavy head.

The clock shows at ten o'clock, meaning that the day is almost near noon.

Lucky today this weekend.

While at the residence of Praja Bekti, Jelita jingling indistinctly.he wants to open all questions that fill his brain.

Where's Kara?

Who was the woman he took last night?

Just a date, a close friend, or has Samapi been on the stage as a lover?

So, where was Kara last night?

Why not go home all night even by noon?

What the hell are they doing?

Could Kara have spent the night alone with that woman?

Could they have been in a relationship like a husband and wife?

No-no.

Jelita is obviously reluctant when this happens.

"Mas, don't just shut up.

Aren't you worried about your son?

Call him again! Or if necessary, call the woman named Hanum to find out where our son is".

Jelita was obviously reluctant to imagine anything that was not the case about her proud son.

"Azkara's a big one, baby.

He won't even starve to death and get lost his way home.".

"What's? You say that?

Our son is outside with the women.

Aren't you worried about something happening to her?".

"Then what should I do?".

"Sort some of your trusted bodyguards to find out your son's whereabouts, or call your secretary and find out about Kara's whereabouts with Hanum".

Without delaying for long, Radhi immediately contacted his secretary. Ask for help finding the whereabouts of his son.

Just when Radhi's phone was turned off, Kara arrived with a matted face and appearance.

His face looks tired.

Radhi and Lita looked at each other, then stared fixedly at his son who looked chaotic.

"Good morning, papa."

Sapa Kara who tried to smile, a smile made up.

"What's? By morning? Oh my god, even by noon and you say morning?

Where were you last night, Kara?"

Jelita approaches her son, at a glance, the scent of female perfume emanates from Kara's body.

Jelita seemed to frown, not liking.

And look, oh no.

Even in some corners of Kara's shirt there are red blazing lipstick with the shape of the lips.

"Isn't this not lunchtime yet?"

Answer Kara lightly.

"Kara!! Sit down!!

Mama wants to talk to you."

Jelita.

"Speak What, ma? Just later.

Even Kara hasn't cleaned herself up".

Kara rolled her eyes lazily.

"Don't argue, son. Be sitting.

It's not good to argue with parents, especially your mama. You love your mom, don't you?"

Radhi spoke softly, trying to mediate the debate that was about to take place.

When this is the case, Kara starts to get caught off guard.

He has no reason to argue anymore.

Radhi immediately sat down on the sofa near his mother.

his face was flat, like a baby that had no sin.

Radhis......

This paper, is a figure that is so soft in speaking words, but makes Kara dare not fight.

"What's up, ma?".

"Who was the woman you brought last night at Chandra's om party?"

Jelita asked with a soft tone of voice.

"Oh, that..... Hanum Kinara's name. Mama can call him Hanum".

Kara smiled a little.

Remembering the name Hanum, making coolness slowly flow through Kara's heart.

"Hanum's..... Is one of the staff of the finance division in the Parent's office".

Kara was silent for a moment.

At first glance, Radhi caught the aura of happiness emanating from his Son's face.

From this alone Radhi can conclude, Kara has a sense of attraction to the woman's pepper.

The language of his smile, Radhi was like he had read his son's current mood.

"Who areyou?"

Jelita threw a question.

"partner only. Senagaja I wear it with a high fee to avenge Dita".

"Oh my god, Kara. You're using another woman to launch your revenge?" Jelita didn't understand this time.

How could his proud son do so out of control.

"You hurt another woman, Kara".

"No, ma. It's part of a shallow deal. Nothing more". Jelita shook her head, feeling helpless.

"But papa can clearly see how the woman's gaze is so attracted to you, Kara. He has pure sincerity in you, son. So papa doesn't want the son of Praja Bekti's pride to play with women's feelings. It is definitely not a teaching in our family".

This time Radhi spoke.

When Radhi spoke up, Kara did not dwell.

"Fuck Hanum, pa. I've paid him dearly for this cooperation deal".

Radhi no longer knows how to deal with the stubbornness of his son who is like his mother.

"Lantas, did you sleep with Hanum last night?

Spending a long night together until this afternoon?".

Jelita clearly did not want to extend the time again to complete all her curious.

"I did sleep with a woman all night, ma. But not Hanum.

A random woman who would obviously serve me".

Jelita was caught hearing her son's statement.

Kara explained it clearly.

There was no doubt on his face. Kara has explained what it is.

So did Radhi who was in shock.

"When have you been playing women, Kara?".

Radhi could control himself.

Kara's eyes looked at the past.

"Chandra's adopted son is the trigger, pa.

Ever since that woman took my feelings so deeply without a conscience.

My heart's torn. They were so deeply slashed that there was no hope of being healed.

From that moment on, I was first used to venting my anger by playing women.

But don't worry, pa.

I always use safety to reduce the worst risk".

Jelita almost fainted upon hearing this confession of her son.

His face suddenly paled, his skin that looked as white as marble, also seemed to stiffen.

Is that how much pain I feel because of Dita?

"Your father never once played a woman, Kara. Why do you have such a bad habit about women?

Actually, how much do you love Dita to this deep wound, Kara?"

Jelita could no longer bear to hide her fragility side to her son.

Kara slowly breaks down her body, rests her head on her mother's lap, tries to share her scarred heart, shares her nostapa-bearing conscience, and shares her grief-filled soul.

Slowly, Jelita's hand stretched out gently rubbing the top of her son's head.

"I used to love Dita so much, ma.

But I think it's been killed.

How great is my destruction because of Dita, so much is my race in her.

If Dita hadn't hurt that time, maybe now, I'd have gone all out against mama to make her my bride.".

"Then, why should the feeling of Hanum that you're dragging into your problem, Kara?

Papa can see clearly that Hanum is a special woman who has a love spark in her eyes for you".

Radhi asked his son again.

"I know, even Hanum has stated it to me.

But I still don't know, should my heart heal?".

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