Sacred In Stain
Stabbed

Chapters 125. Stabbed

Yudhis still faithfully extended a hand. Taking a deep breath, Khalisa hesitated to get out of the car, instead wanting him to run around, worried that his arrival here was not welcome. However, when he again examined his bad thoughts and then remembered how comfortable Afkar lived here, throwing all his fear though not completely.

“Iya, Bang.”

Receiving Yudhis hand, Khalisa steadied his heart to inching down. And just as the sole pad of his shoe was treading on the garage floor, a noise distracted him. The voice of the Empress scattering, hurriedly approached him.

“Welcome to Bali, Mami's beautiful daughter-in-law,” welcomes Maharani cheerfully, immediately embraces Khalisa. “Where's the flight? Smoothly?” seloroh Maharani without pause, while holding Khalisa in.

“Alhamdulillah smoothly, Bu Ran_ uh, Mi.” Khalisa made a scene with the unexpected welcome of Maharani, friendly again warm. Also his tongue is still not used to call the Maharani with the name Mami directly, still hesitant.

“Well, so call him. Let it be more familiar, you are also a child of Mami,” said sweet Maharani. Making Khalisa continue to crack innocent, looking at his father-in-law with a spotlight as if he did not believe that this was real.

Yudhis who was still standing in his place earlier, gawked at the enthusiastic behavior of his mother who even forgot to greet him, as if he was invisible, displaced by his wife.

“Absolutely I am dedemit!” yudhis grumbled bitterly, but folded his lips then held back a laugh and followed the two women in front of him.

Maharani immediately brought Khalisa to the lounge, side by side with a beautiful garden planted with various varieties of beautiful flowers. A small snack with cold orange juice has been presented at the table, neatly arranged to entertain the child and his daughter-in-law who came to visit. The friendly greeting that Khalisa first got from his mother-in-law, felt he had a real mother now.

Maharani who was too enthusiastic about the arrival of Khalisa, finally remembered his beloved son who for his life was a blessing. Hugged and persuaded Yudhis who pretended to sulk for feeling unconcerned, and they chatted casually together while enjoying a meal on the table.

“Sorry, Mi. Where is afkar? Since then it has not been seen.” Khalisa asked curtly on the sidelines of the conversation, but his body language was obviously curious.

“Oh yes, I didn't see him either. What Afkar sleeps, Mi?” Yudhis circled his gaze to the corners of the room that reached the eyes. Since entering this house was silent, there was no babbling of children.

Maharani patted his own forehead. “Yeah, Mami forgot to be so happy with your arrival. Afkar again brought golf with Papi, there are close colleagues who want to be accompanied by golf. Usually before sunset come home. Afkar wanted to come along, and deliberately had not been informed of your planned arrival. Biar surprise. Afkar must be happy,” said Maharani, who along the lines of his smile did not subside.

“Afkar so much ngerepotin Papi and Mami, even want to participate in events related to work. I feel bad,” said Khalisa, looks bad.

Maharani shook her head still with a big smile. “Same once you haven't taken notes. Even Papi's blood pressure is usually high, gradually normal thanks to the existence of Afkar who always chattering funny and adorable.”

“Duh, who is already Papa. Very worried,” joked Maharani, teasing the son who is now beating clumsy.

“Take it easy. Papi left with the driver, accompanied by Erlangga as well, so everything was safe. Erlangga same driver who guards if Papi hit the ball. During this time, Afkar has played golf twice. Erlangga was his younger brother Yudhis, the one in the photo, who stood wrapped around Mami.” Maharani pointed fingers at the photo on the wall, showing it to Khalisa.

The Maharani's answer produced a different reaction. Relief and smiles adorned Khalisa's pretty face, while Yudhis's black bead was instantly alert along with his stiffened back.

*****

"How many times can the trial go forward?" asked Dion, after turning off his cigarette either burnt the stick to how much this afternoon.

"There are two more times, sir."

"There's another weapon to make me superior in the trial? Don't let the money I've spent go to waste!" insist Dion.

"We are working on it" he replied slowly, though unsure.

"About who is Yudhistira Lazuardi, is there any complete information as I asked?"

“Pak. Maybe you don't know who he is yet, but the advocates in this city know enough who Yudhistira Lazuardi is. The lawyer and husband of Bu Khalisa who is now the owner of LBH Raksa Gantari, not just working there. His daily life is ordinary, looks common and standard, not striking, not too reflective that he is a hedonist. But in fact, he came from a distinguished family, not an indiscriminate person. Although very secretive about his personal matters, but information from reliable sources explains that his parents are still part of the Syailendra family, with the main business in the field of famous textiles in the country. Even one of the members of the Syailendra family is included in the ranking of the ten richest people in the country.”

At length information described by one of his team of advocates, pounding Dion's ego also shook his arrogance that felt the richest and most caste of Khalisa after marrying Amanda. Surprising facts about who Khalisa's husband is now, such as translucent kejumawaannya to fall. The figure of Yudhistira Lazuardi turned out to be extraordinary, which when compared to him is very real gap, beyond his expectations.

“How about other information? For example, about the track record of the world of adult men, the night world or, yes, you certainly know what I mean without having to explain,” Dion's scatter on the young man with the misty hair who was sitting opposite him in his private room.

“Unfortunately none, Sir. Everything is clean, the people are clean too. Even if you look into the nightlife, Mr. Yudhistira only went there related to the interests of taking care of his client's case, and almost all who work in this field know that. Not for feigning and having fun.”

Dion snorted in annoyance and rubbed his face rough. “Why is this so? How did Khalisa who did not even have property, parents and dirty and despicable origins even meet someone who was not an arbitrary person? Another great lawyer. Even married to that man. Why did he forget his love for me so quickly? Isn't Khalisa crazy about me? Something must be wrong!” he said he did not accept, the more eroded his crazy obsession. Continuing to deny that which comes from regret is not mired in the soul.

Seriate.