White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

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A month has passed since Hanum's departure.

Kara's so screwed up and she's getting so unkempt.

A little bit of his time, Kara used to work and most of it, Kara used to find his wife.

All employees in the office, increasingly concerned every time they find the state of their president, so chaotic and far from the word neat as usual.

The colder and cynical, the more ruthless Kara's attitude is whenever a single staff member makes a mistake.

Kara doesn't even hesitate to punish anyone who dares to break the rules.

Jelita started to worry about this.

Kara's getting inhumane. His heart was dead. There is no mercy and no tolerance.

All officers are treated equally.

Tonight, Kara returns home to the Praja Bekti residence when the night is late. His face was tangled.

As he passes through the living room, he meets Radhi and Jelita. Alma and Aridha were there too.

"Night, ma. Night, pa".

Just a light greeting Kara did.

Afterwards the man simply passed by without waiting for his parents answer.

Finding this, Jelita was faced with a terrible catastrophe.

No charming smile.

No softness.

No spoiled jokes.

There is no warmth.

No scathing criticism.

There was only an endless face of weariness and despair.

Is that how much Kara loves her wife?

"Yetoo!!"

v*ang.....

The noise was heard from Kara's room. All the families rushed over without waiting for long.

All eyes were puffed up as the glass in the bathroom shattered apart, breaking into thousands of pieces.

Kara roared with hands that had been covered in blood.

His left hand clasped tightly onto an elongated flat object, something he found right behind his wife's shampoo.

Jelita gasped as there were two red lines in the object.

Could it?

Oh no, Jelita even still felt this was just a joke.

"Who's this, Kara?"

Ask Jelita. Her eyes were glued as Kara bent her knees, folded her hands over her knees and slumped her face there.

Lita's hand trembled for a moment.

"Yes-so.... Hanum...why..pregnant?"

Jelita was in disbelief. His desire to have a granddaughter from Kara after Ariana, will now be fulfilled.

And yet? Where is his daughter-in-law?

"Find me who did it and you'll soon find out which way I'm going, Kara.

Your pregnant wife can't be out of here too long".

Tukas Radhi then, afterwards, Radhi passed away.

*******

In a tiny house on an archipelago far from where Praja Bekti lives, a woman lies weakly. Her frail body had slightly reduced in weight from a month ago.

Her beautiful face which originally looked fresh, was now a little thin and pale.

Infusion hose still faithfully accompany his day. A cell phone and everything she could use to contact her beloved husband, now there is nothing.

Left behind in an old house on the orders of someone who exiled him here.

"Uncle Arman.....

When is papa coming back here?".

Hanum asked softly.

On the night that she received a message about her husband's slander, she was immediately taken away by Arman, Radhi's confidant who had been considered a brother by Radhi.

Not without reason.

Radhi wants Kara to be firm in addressing this.

In the plan that Radhi put together, Kara will not spare anyone who is the brains of the slander about Kara.

With Hanum gone, Kara will be increasingly violent in destroying her enemy.

Even if Hanum is returned at this time, Radhi believes Hanum will certainly ask Kara to stop seeking revenge.

Kara may have faltered, considering she had been enslaved by her own love for Hanum.

No. gabe.

Kara has to be tough this time. He won't let Kara meet Hanum if Kara doesn't clear up the culprit.

Do you know what that means?

Behind the gentleness and wisdom of a Radhi, Radhi is like an angel of death that is very dangerous for anyone who disturbs him.

Radhi can be more ruthless than Jelita.

But he did not want to show his cruelty to the world. He did all that to keep his descendants from becoming weak, and not being as cruel as he was.

"Two days left. Patience, son. Papa Radhi is coming. The atmosphere in san is still very precarious".

Arman smiled gently with understanding.

His heart was honestly scratched when he found this fact.

A week ago, Arman managed to infiltrate Dita's hideout, recording her conversation with Holy.

"Is Kara okay?".

"certain. Your husband's cleaning up the mess over there. Be patient, everything will be fine. Once the trouble there is over, you'll be back there.

Believe me, Papa Radhi can't really separate you from his family, but it's for your safety."

"I believe papa. But, can I call Mas Kara?"

"Not for now, be patient.

By the way do you want anything?".

"No. I don't want anything right now".

Arman smiled a little.

Staring at Hanum's shady face, made Pity grow in Arman's heart.

"Alright, rest. Your pregnancy is very weak for now. You can't swallow a bit of food either. If your husband finds out, he'll be very worried.

Get healthy so you can get back to the capital soon".

Hanum nodded.

*****

"I have obtained concrete proof of this matter".

Kara looked at Seno closely as Seno's sentence was thrown out tonight.

"Say!".

"We are the brains of all these conspiracies.

Do you remember the Holy? Envoy from the CTR group?".

"What relation?".

"The woman in the picture is with you, she is Holy. Holy in the instrumentation by Dita.

His son, who was less than three years old, was taken hostage by Dita so that Holy would follow his orders. And in the end, Holy was powerless under Dita's command of that cunning fox".

The flat face that had been defended by Kara, now suddenly darkened. His eyes fomented a tremendous vengeful passion.

"I've guessed. But I didn't get any evidence either.

Gather the detailed data in full, Seno.

I won't punish him immediately.

I want to play with him first".

Reveal Kara later.

Seno soon passed away.

Seno's eyes showed shock as Jelita had stood in the doorway of Kara's study.

"Your work is good Seno, go and rest.

Tomorrow is your last day".

Jelita patted Seno on the back a few times, before entering and talking privately with her son.

"We were back three days ago, Kara.

What if you used Hana to play around with Dita like Dita playing Holy with her Son?".

"No."

Jelita was surprised to hear the rejection of her idea from her son.

"Want?".

"First of all, I must find the existence of the Holy. After all, the saint must be punished by karma he has contributed to this tragedy.

If the woman were to be frank with me, I would definitely help her take back her son.

Unfortunately..... He wasn't smart enough to take a step.

After the holy, then I will make Dita die in her life, Because dying literally will be too good for her.

Taking most of his life force for me to make him pay off Hanum's wound debt. I swear!".

"You're really my son".

Jelita smiled proudly. His body got up and headed towards the window of his Son's study.

The night is getting late. The full moon appears to darken in the sky.

Like Kara's heart had frozen in the forging of a farewell with Hanum.