White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Grind out

Kara is looking at her laptop screen.

Some tables of such complicated figures became the center of his attention.

His agile fingers were sturdy, taking turns touching every part of the keyboard.

Kara.

The door was knocked slowly from the outside, Alma immediately entered after Kara ordered her to enter.

Alma's face was thus sumringah.

"Good morning, boss?".

"Hm". Kara only understood without looking at Alma in the least.

"This is the file the boss asked for".

"Put it down there".

And then Alma intends to pass by from Kara's spacious and magnificent room, unfortunately, Kara stops.

"elma".

"Yes, boss?".

"Tell the head of the finance division, I need the company's financial statements for the last three months".

"Head of division, or Hanum boss?"

For some reason, Hanum dared to tease Kat who was serious.

Until Kara's hand grabs the ashtray on her desk, about to throw it at Alma.

However, before that happened, Alma ran out of the room.

Secretly, Kara smiled as Hanum's name rang out. However, it did not last long, because Kara immediately dismissed all the possibilities that happened to her.

Ah.....

Could Kara........ A hanum?

No. gabe.

Kara shook her head hard then.

"Boss..... This is the financial statement that the boss requested".

Alma looked at Kara timidly.

At the same time, Jelita came to her son.

Fortunately this time Alma could escape the rampage of kara.

"Mama...."

Kara muttered softly with outstretched hands grabbing the report that Alma had placed on the table.

"You busy?"

Jelita walked gracefully toward her son.

Alma immediately took the thousand steps.

"Lumayan".

Kara smiled sweetly at her mother.

Then made Jelita look fixed on the figure of her son whose face more like Radhi in appeal to her, but her nature declined from Jelita.

"Mama can't come if there's nothing to say. Try saying".

Pinta kara was suddenly on target.

"Mama......

You still intend to avenge Dita?".

"Don't mention the woman's name in front of me, ma. My ears hurt hearing that.

A sacred name that is haram to me, is Dita. It's been a curse to me".

"All right, that woman...... Mama hope you don't cross your line, kara.

Mama doesn't want you to get back to Dita by fucking her and dumping her like an adult movie scene. I don't want my son to have physical contact with that woman.".

Kara laughed at her mother's words.

"No. I wouldn't if I had to repay him in such a cheap way.

I have some pretty ways, which is my secret, of course".

"good. Show the world that now you have power and it's not easy for women to beat you up. Mama supports you, as long as you don't cross your line".

"Kara's an adult, ma. Kara knows what's best for herself.

In fact, kara had crushed the taste that Kara once had to death. Wrenching away the conscience of the whole.nothing is left",

sahut Kara.

There was a relief of its own that Jelita felt upon hearing this expression

This is the conversation between the child and the mother.

Their chatter was interrupted when Radhi also entered Kara's room, making Jelita's eyes decorated with letters around her, sparkling.

"Wow, you still look cool apparently, commissioner sir"

Tandas Lita with half a chuckle.

"Yes. I.... got a call from Luna, Dad is sick" Radhi said worriedly.

"Oh my god, oh well... When do we go there?".

"Now. Let Kara here replace me".

*********

A young woman in her mid-twenties, is immersed in a dimension of daydreams she created herself.

His mind was dating the worst past he had ever experienced.

It is not a person, but he who acts.

Long ago....

Nine years ago, Dita had made a mistake that not only harmed Kara's family, but also harmed her.

Indeed, the figure of Kara who is so handsome in appearance, has also touched the flat side of Dita's heart.

Unfortunately, Dita's Feelings have been Affected by her own pawn........

Just for the sake of a wad of money and fame in the eyes of his friends.

Now, Dita has almost no hope of reaching the heart of a Kara.

In Kara's eyes, Dita was nothing more than a lump of worthless rotten meat.

Donning.........

Before he did his crazy plan, Dita had even turned herself in to a bastard named Daniel.

Daniel........

A person who would be happy to help anyone who is in trouble, with sex in return of course.

Who would have thought, his desire to drop Kara's self-esteem in the eyes of the students at his school, It turns out there are others who spread the damn moments to social media.

And now......

Instead of getting Kara and her love is avenged, Dita is actually blasphemed with such pain.

The wound was still bleeding, the pain was still burning, and it was possible, it would never fade.

Dita roared in silence.

Can you imagine how much pain Dita suffered?

He even almost died of his feelings because Kara did not want to even just look at his face and say his name.

"Why else, ta?".

The goddess approached, approaching her adopted daughter.

Her appearance is so graceful, although her body shape can not be said to be perfect.

Having a body that contains, makes the Goddess look round.

Even so, Chandra remained by his side.

By correcting the location of his glasses, Dewi smiled faintly.

He knows, in Kara's blasphemy.......

It's not something ordinary.

"I.. i....can Dita reveal one fact, ma?".

The goddess looked frowned.

"What fact?".

"I've loved Kara ever since that fucking incident happened.

How should I take a stand, ma?

This feeling, there was a time when Kara had gone to New York.

One of the spaces in my heart felt empty, empty and uninhabited.".

Goddess of incredible shock.

Face paled.

"Don't". Goddess screeching.

"Don't you continue Dita. You'd better kill your feelings to death!! Even to death, my mother will never approve of you.

Look, this isn't about you not liking Kara.

Mama just doesn't want you to get hurt.

Kara's not your match for feelings."

There was a real fear in the eyes of the Goddess.

The invisible worries that plagued his heart.

"Nine years........

Nine years is not a short time, ma. After I realized my feelings for Kara, I had pressed her down strongly.

I didn't allow my race to thrive in the barren desert, but the feeling grew and loomed all the time.

Like a sturdy spiked cactus.

I can't just kill him".

Dita blurted her tone at the end of the sentence.

Pain clearly hangs in the corners of his eyes.

"Yes. Cactuslike. Slow thorns will hurt you very badly.

And it'll kill you instantly if you don't beat it soon enough.

Be a realistic woman, you.

Never be killed by your own feelings.

You need to crush your useless taste."

The Goddess left, leaving Dita in her sobs.

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