
Jihan covered her open mouth, the clear beads in both her eyes also fell when she saw Fauzan hit her mother without feeling.
He immediately dropped the body in front of his mother. “Mother,” he said softly pulling the woman into his arms.
“Sorry Jihan, Mom!” Jihan's cry grew louder, all because of her mistake. He should have been beaten, not his mother. Jihan tightened her embrace, hoping to treat the bit of pain her mother was feeling right now.
The beautiful day that the two had designed, instantly darkened. Their world is collapsing now. It was heartbreaking to see two people hugging each other on that floor.
The heart-wrenching cries of mother and son. But that moment actually makes the media crew compete to get the best picture. They were jostling for the leading position. The situation became chaotic. There is no sense of pity for either.
The pace of the approaching crowd, made Jihan raise her gaze. Like facing a sea of people, pushing each other, elbowing each other was common to them.
Jihan widened her eyes. He immediately protected the Empress, cupped the woman's body, covered her with his body.
Unfortunately, the mass is very much and no one wants to budge, making the Empress and Jihan trampled by many people. They circled Jihan and Maharani.
“You are not human! You're greedy! Tega indulges slander only for your own benefit!” one of the media members shouted at Jihan and Maharani.
“Yes! Aye! You're banana tree cake. Have a heart but no heart!” another squeak was right in the ears of the two of them.
"Simply play us!"
Some of them pushed on Jihan and Maharani's shoulders. Both bodies are floundering. They could only cry and embrace each other tightly. The media crew did not accept because it had been played by the Maharani.
“Mother, Jihan is scared,” Ooze Jihan wrapped her arms tightly.
“Which division of your brain to where, huh? For the sake of ambition you even hurt others to the point of having to sever their blood ties?!” The extremely violent impact made Jihan soar and curl even more on the floor.
Maharani doesn't know what to do now. They were desperate and could not escape. The media crews circle and close the ranks. Do not forget the camera that is always on.
“Mampus aja lo!” someone shouted emotion kicking them both.
“Hosting the world. It would be better if you get off the face of this earth!” yell at the media alternately.
All were stirred by emotion, considering the stupidity he had done earlier. Fortunately it was soon revealed. So they can immediately know the carcass that has been sealed.
“The gates of hell are wide open for both of you!” A kick landed again on his second arm.
The mother and child curled up like street rats scolded and beaten by everyone. All over his body felt crumpled, pain, pain spread to the heart. There was nothing they could do, other than cry until his voice was hoarse.
A group of security guards appeared to break through those people who were emotional. The men pushed the crowd away, saving the mother and child who had been grievously injured.
“Let's Madam, Miss,” take the security guard to wake them both.
There were still many who were about to attack the two of them again. But able to withstand the fort created by the security team.
Maharani and Jihan managed to be taken out of there in a very chaotic state. Both bodies were helpless. Her tears were unceasingly gushing from both of their eyeballs.
The two were taken to an in-house clinic in collaboration with the hotel for basic maintenance.
A doctor immediately examined them alternately, his wounds cleaned and treated by his nurse.
“Not to worry, nothing serious about you two. I give antibiotics and paracetamol to relieve pain or fever that is likely to arise after a while later,” explained the doctor gave two packs of the same drug for Maharani and Jihan.
They were still devastated, not even answering anything. Just nodding weakly with a blank look.
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After taking a short break, Maharani invites Jihan to go home. He shook Jihan's shoulders asleep on a small bed that would fit just one person.
“Ji, wake up,” call Maharani.
“Let's go home,” said Maharani slowly.
“Go home ... to where, Bu?” ask Jihan to make sure. He did not dare to return to Fauzan's home. Just re-imagining Fauzan's anger made him shudder in horror.
“Go home to your father dong, Darling.”
“But ... Jihan is afraid, Mom,”, Jihan said. His eyes returned to tears.
Maharani cannot be angry with Jihan. Although his daughter was the cause of all the chaos that occurred, he still did good to his daughter. His feelings of regret were greater than his anger.
“What are you afraid of, son. There will be a mother. We face it together. I'll convince dad that they accept us,” he said steadily.
“Jihan is afraid later if we are expelled, Mom,” said Jihan who thinks the worst possibility.
“No! We can't just leave it here!” resolute Maharani looked around him. Then continued his speech slowly, “Mother has sacrificed all her youth just for the sake of Fauzan and for the sake of the Isvara family. I cannot and will not lose to Khansa. We must be able to seize it again,” elak Maharani remember how he fell awake until he could get Fauzan.
Jihan nodded, and they rushed out of the hotel limping to book a taxi. Maharani and Jihan are determined to return to Fauzan's house.
It was late in the afternoon, the two reached the courtyard of Isvara's residence. Maharani and Jihan went inside.
“You go straight to the room, clean yourself,” said Maharani rubbed his daughter's shoulder.
“Iya, Mom,” Jihan replied obediently.
They went into their own rooms. Maharani immediately circulated the view looking for the happiness of her husband. But his eyes caught no sign of the man's presence. Maharani frowned confused.
Fauzan has not been home lately. Finally the woman tried to call Fauzan, but only a connecting tone was heard. Fauzan did not lift it.
“Where is he?” murmured Maharani to himself while playing his phone.
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Meanwhile, in the other hemisphere. Khansa is enjoying a beautiful sun set at Kuta Beach, one of the destinations that are most in demand by tourists both locally and abroad. Even there is also often used for filming. Because it's a very good view.
The silhouette of his body was struck by the sunlight that was about to sink, returning to his quarrel. A blade of wind blew flying his long strands of hair. His eyes closed, enjoying the increasingly cold air penetrating the surface of his skin.
In the midst of a storm that hit his family, Khansa actually enjoyed his vacation. A satisfied smile never faded from her pretty lips.
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Finally. done yah. mon maap if there is typo. I have not checked again. later revision while going.
*Woy, Thor! Where's khansa?
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