World Marriage

World Marriage
CHAPTER 50


"Mommy.." cried Juan. Juan was shocked to see the condition of his mother at this time.


"Juan.." said Hendra smiling with relief.


"Thank God" said Hendra as he extended his hand. Juan took his step back.


"No Juan.. It's not what you imagined." explained Hendra.


"Don't say my name again. I'm not your son anymore" Juan said.


"Juan listen to papi" said Hendra pleading with Juan.


"No!!" juan said shouting. Then came the Goddess. He was also surprised to see the condition of Citra lying on the floor covered with blood.


The goddess then raised Citra's head and put her in her lap.


"Partner... Imagery... Be aware." said Dewi patted Citra's shoulder. Juan crying. Weakly, Citra tried to move. He heard his son's voice. That's what makes it strong. Then Citra extended her hand towards Juan. Juan approached Citra. Juan's hand. Grasped tight. Then Citra lay unconscious.


"Mamiiiii.." cried Juan crying for his mother. Hendra could only see the incident.


"Hello? Emergency call? I need an ambulance. Hurry along! Someone's seriously injured" Dewi said on the phone.


"Mamiy..." Juan was still weeping over his unconscious mother.


A few months later.........


"He agreed to all your terms" said Ilham handed over the divorce documents signed by Hendra.


The image turned towards Ilham. Then take the divorce papers.


"The court also issued a banning order for Hendra for a while now. Finally, you get what you want. Congratulations." he continued


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"So, he wrote about you on the homepage of the Hospital where you work, because he was angry. Let me apologize for representing him" Mr. Yahya said to Citra.


"It's a small town. And your reputation is very important. His actions disrespect you. And I knew it would be a civil case. I beg of you, don't sue Milka for ruining your marriage. What's.... What should I do?" Mr. Yahya seemed very sorry for what his wife had done. Especially what her daughter did.


The image seems to think.


"Are you offering a deal?" ask Citra.


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"God. See her. He's very brave"


"I knew. I didn't expect that he would still dare to stay here."


"He's ruining our environmental reputation"


There was a sound of people talking about Milka who was now shopping at the convenience store. He was shopping for vegetables and other food. Of course, Milka could hear all that clearly. His stomach now looks bigger.


Milka went to the cashier to pay for her groceries. The cashier stared unwell at Milka. Milka handed me her credit card.


"sorry. This card was rejected." said the cashier.


"Try it one more time." tell Milka. The cashier tried to swipe Milka's credit card once again. But the results are still unusable.


"Why did you suddenly freeze my credit card?" ask Milka. Milka is now at her parents' house.


"Why are you angry? Did that depraved man not give you a living?" ask Mr. Yahya.


"Should papa have gone this far? Can't papa help Hendra? She's very talented Pa." Milka assured her papa.


"Because that's why he's been blackmailing his wife all this time? Milcas. Why aren't you good at judging people? Shut up and get out!!!" yahya Pak Bengak.


"I assume I don't have a child." Yahya continued.


"Papa... Please." said Milka begging her papa. He prostrated himself at the feet of his father.


Pak Yahya grabbed Milka's body. Then he lifted her up to stand up again. Both of Milka's hands.


"It's not too late. Leave her. If you do, then Papa will take care of you. Your baby too. Listen to papa" said Mr. Yahya. Milka crying.


"Can't be dad. L loved her. Atu won't leave him." said Milka.


"He hit his wife in front of his son. And arrested for persecution. But what did you say? Love?"


"Not so, he was framed by his wife Pa." bela Milka. Mr. Yahya did not listen to Milka.


"Alright Pa. Let's just say papa doesn't have any more children. I'll never come back." said Milka and left the house.


The image was sitting alone in the park near the Hospital.. He sat alone. Before long, the person he had been waiting for had already arrived. Melies.


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