White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Toying Feelings

"Unfortunately, I am more cruel to men than your two sons who were cruel to women by turning a girl nine years ago into a little girl by the actions of your two sons, Madame Atmadja".

~part before~

It's glued!!

Everyone was glued to Daniel and Chandra's eyes.

Don't ask what Kara is like.

The man certainly kept his original position. Not even shuffling an inch of stuff from there. His sturdy arm was still preparing to pull the trigger whenever he wanted to.

"Say what do you want?

Before I send you all to the angel of death one by one, torture you and molt your bones one by one from their place, and let your bodies splatter with the moths that swarm!!"

Hanum and also the callista gasped.

Is that an Azkara?

In fact, even if Hanum is treated badly by them, of course Hanum will not let the heart hurt that person to such a cruel extent.

"Enough, son".

Liana shook violently.

"Enough is. At any rate you torture him, or even kill him, still won't get Darrel back into mom's arms.

Let it be, I don't want to make Darrel cry out in heaven for watching his family's cruel mother.

I just want to make Darrel proud for loving mom".

Callista who was supporting her mother's body, immediately hugged Liana tightly. After Hanum, they shed tears as a declaration to the world of their endless sorrow.

dorrrrr........

The sound of gunshots rang out loud and quite shocked everyone.

All eyes were on Kara who was grasping the gun tightly.

The atmosphere is like a slow motion scene in action movies.

Tensional.

Nothing's going on.

There was no groaning let alone the pain that was shouted with full of grief.

Her heart almost jumped from within her chest cavity.

"Bag".

Hanum ran towards Kara with heavy steps, but slowly became light. Suddenly, Hanum slid into her husband's arms.

Tightly, Hanum hugged her husband tightly. Shedding tears, roaring and shouting her husband's name with a trembling voice.

She would not allow her husband to be a sinner like her late father's stepfamily.

No. gabe. Hanum obviously didn't want that to happen to Kara.

"Don't....

Don't do it, mas. I don't want to. I don't want anything to happen to you later".

Kara smiled thinly. The gun that had been in his hand, turned to Kara's left hand, his right hand he used to wipe his wife's back slowly.

"No, Hanum. Blood must be paid for blood. Eyes must be paid for.

Believe me... or if not, I wouldn't mind finishing Daniel because he is the biological father of Hana, the daughter born of Dita".

Kara played with everyone's feelings. Including wife.

Kara's.......

The man will never take a person's life for granted if the person is intelligent enough not to disturb him.

Moreover, Hanum, his beautiful and cute wife did not want him to do things that are contrary to the morals of society.

"In Dita......".

Daniel's soft voice, made everyone turn their gazes towards the newly opened door.

Dita appears, holding Hana with Chandra and the Goddess who accompanies her.

Hatred, anger, disappointment, and disgust coalesced into a dense lump in Dita's heart.

"Dita. Me.men..close to...lah..."

Daniel's voice was so soft, it resembled the night wind.

Being still, not moving one bit.

Her tears were shed, considering how Dita had once been thrown at the abyss by this pitiful man in front of her.

"We met Mr. Wira. Balloon candidate. I didn't expect our meeting tonight because of a tragedy your son started nine years ago".

Chandra smiled grievously, but his voice made it as flat as possible. Although Dita is not his flesh and blood, but for many years, his daily life with Dita. How could Chandra not feel pain when he found out that Dita was treated very cruelly by two young men at once.

The hero could not answer even a word.

"In..he.... Daniel's son?".

Mrs Atmadja. His body was shaking violently.

"Yes, biologically. But your family has no rights to this child.

Because we".

The goddess replied with a sarcastic tone.

Just shut up. His tongue felt too hard to answer. Has no power at all.

Just clouded his face to show his pain.

"Na...his name is Hana?".

Madame Atmadja asked again.

Tears of Dita are flowing. She hugged Hana.

"Yes. Gihana Mayang Sari's. A little girl who doesn't have her father's name behind her.

Laughing Daniel.....

Laugh as much as you want.

You've ruined my life now. You've succeeded".

Dita crying bitterly.

Hanum broke away from her husband's embrace. He approached Dita and took over Hana from Dita's embrace.

"Already Confronted. I know how you feel. Trust me, your family still cares about you a lot. You're not alone".

Hana just observes the adult chatter that she doesn't understand where it's going.

His eyes were fixed on the figure of Daniel who was also staring at him.

"Om that... Who is ma?".

Hana asked innocently. He asked without taking his eyes off Daniel. His right forefinger pointed at Daniel curiously.

"He's a nobody, Hana. Let's go home".

Enough is enough, Dita can't take it anymore.

"Dita, please. Give me a chance to.......".

Quickly, Dita interrupted Daniel.

"So your limits, Daniel. You're not my husband. You're not Hana's father. So don't ask me for more!!".

Dita's eyes turned to Hanum.

"Hanum, give Gihana to me. I want to go home".

Hanum did not give up Hana, but Daniel spoke again.

"Kill me, Dita. Kill me now. I don't care anymore. But please grant me one request. Let me hug my daughter, just once, just for a second".

Dita looked at Daniel.

"In your dreams, Daniel".

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