
"Don't hug my wife!" reprimanding Albirru with a tone of dislike that made Veno turn his head to the man who was carrying the tiny body of the princess who had no life.
Jazira also turned his head to look at the husband who is now also looking at him with a sharp gaze. Veno's embrace loosened as Albirru pulled Jazira's tiny arm with one of her hands. Jazira who was pulled by her arm by her husband moved slightly away from Veno's sturdy body.
"Lo don't know shame, huh?! My wife Maira, we also just got hit by a disaster! If you want to take a chance, look at the conditions, bro!" firmly Albirru while winding her stocky arms around the tiny waist belonging to the wife who is still attached bandage because of the former stitches of surgery when giving birth to her flesh blood. The gaze of the male eagle was fixed on the eyes of the handsome man who was covered by those fantastically precious luxury glasses.
"Don't make arbitrary accusations! Veno sister just," interrupted Jazira with tears still dripping while looking up his head to look at the face of the husband.
"What's free?! Intentionally trying to kill that guy? It is wrong if I do not get you held by another man who has nothing to do with you?! I'm your husband, Ra!" sergeant Albirru, turning his head, looked at the wife who was also looking at him with a wounded look.
"His husband? I didn't hear wrong, did I? Why do you admit that you are my husband? Why do you seem to admit that I am your wife? Where you been all this time? I used to try to convince you that Arasa was your daughter, but you dodged. It was as if Arasa was a baby present in the forbidden relationship between me and another male!" lirih Jazira with the pain that returned the mother felt which was also heard by Orange.
"You remember not the night you said you hated me so much? I still want to be clear, when you look at me with a hateful look and no trust in me even a little bit!" jazira added with eyes that are still staring at the net of the husband complete with tears that are still dripping.
"Maira!" jutting Albirru with a stifled tone while looking at the wife. The man turned his head to Marcel and said as if he needed a little time with his wife for now.
"Stop, Ra. Don't make Arasa more tormented. Even under these circumstances you are more concerned with your emotions and ego" Albirru said, standing facing his full wife. Arasa in his trunk also makes the man increasingly tighten his sling.
"Ego on? Are you talking about ego and emotions? Then have you forgotten the ego and emotion you exerted that night? Even Arasa being in the condition he is in right now is not spared for what you did to me! What do you want, huh?!" replied Jazira spontaneously while staring at the two beautiful neutras of the husband who was staring at her.
"I want you to forgive me, Ra. That's enough, nothing more. Please forgive me, Ra." Albirru pleaded with his wife in a very confident tone.
Without warning, the woman who was still wearing the hospital clothes lifted the tiny body of the princess into her arms.
"I'm sorry? After all this time I fought on my own and you'd rather take care of that woman, now you're apologizing? Are you sorry it's gonna bring my son back to life who's gone?" jazira said with tears as she stared at her husband.
The frail woman left her husband with the baby's body in her cradle.