Shackle Desire Aunt Beautiful
Chapter 62: Grandma! - The Red color of the emotional igniter
"Son!" mrs Abizar shouted holding her chest tight, making Tanca distract her and look at the pale face of the mami.
Tanca still set foot on the broken jar, but the step was not to go to Ano. Instead of running towards Madam Abizar, where the middle-aged woman began to stagger.
Ano looked where Tanca was headed. "Grandma!"
Ano's voice rang out to the top floor. Where Kenzo who was still trying to dampen the anger in his heart immediately ran out of the room. After running for two minutes, Ken's footsteps came to a halt in front of the stairs.
"Grandma!" exclaimed Ken down the stairs in a hurry.
Abizar fainted and lay on Tanca's lap, while Ano called the family's personal doctor with an anxious face. Ken ran away avoiding the broken jar.
"Why is it like this?" asked Ken crouching in front of his grandmother.
Tanca looked at Ken, "Are you okay?"
"God this family drama never ends. I'd better just go." muttered Lea backwards regularly.
Dion was watching all without doing anything, and watching like a spectator. He finally chose to follow his wife's steps. Until the step of the wife came out of the abizar residence, as well as himself.
"Where are you going?" dion asked, stopping Lea's steps.
Lea turned to look at the manic eyes of the husband. "Why? What's important to you, where am I going?"
Dion's clenched hands held a turbulent taste, but not with her sweet smiling lips. Then he stepped forward while deepening his eyes. One embrace, making Lea enter into the arms of the husband.
"Dion, sick!" lea's protest was trying to let go of her husband's embrace so tightly that it felt like his spine was broken.
Dion approached Leah's face, then whispered something. The woman's rebellious face slowly shrieked with frightened eyes. "Please don't push him, I'm yours."
"Good, let's go to the hotel!" Dion let go of his embrace, then clasped Lea's right hand firmly.
Ringisan Lea who endured the pain, did not care about the tempramen man. The two walked towards the car that was always parked in the third row. While in there. Kenzo had just laid her grandmother's body on a king-size sunflower bed.
"Doctors are still on their way. Ken, please get me the medicine box in the drawer next to you!" obviously Ano pointed to the buffett on the right side of the bed.
Kenzo picked up the medicine box as Ano asked, then reached out to his brother. "Wouldn't we wait for the doctor? Maybe the doctor gave a new prescription to grandma."
His brother did not answer. It was precisely Ano's footsteps away from the bed and walked towards Tanca who was leaning on the sofa with her eyes closed. The medicine box was placed on a glass table, then without permission raised Tanca's left leg.
"Ano, release!" teh Tanca was a little surprised by the actions of her fiance, while Ken immediately woke up with unblinking eyes.
The fresh red color looks wet. The smell of water is very strong. Surely it was blood, but why did Tanca's feet bleed? Instantly the memory of the broken urn on the floor, made him understand what happened.
"Is this what he is?!" ask Kenzo.
"Ken, inform Bee that the meeting has been postponed and wait for further news. If bee asks why, just say all good." Tanca tries to divert Kenzo's anger with work.
"Hmmm. You owe me an explanation. I'll be the representative for the meeting this time, and take it easy. Everyone I'll shut up." said Kenzo and turned around.
"Go! Once you get out of the mansion. Don't blame me for leaving your lives." threatened Tanca, making Ken's hands clench more tightly until they turn white.
Ano looked at Tanca softly. He knew that all the words of his fiancee were only to stop the reckless actions of his twin brother. Tanca winks her eyes to make Ano calm about Ken.
However, the sound of footsteps sounding away distracts the two. "Ken!"
Well right, the man who had darkened his mind walked out of the room. Tanca lowered her legs, then stood up enduring the pain.
"What are you doing, honey? Be seated! I'm going after Ken."
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The tears of the hero's struggle
No matter the day or night
Creeping and attacking are endless
Sacrifice of soul and body
The cry of the universe
Waking up a soul
Squeeze out
We are the younger generation
Building a dream that has gone
A war without weapons
Raising the remaining soul
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