Love on the verge of suffering
CDD # Episode 165

Zifa stepped out of her legs, towards the women's detention house, where Eira is currently serving her sentence. In his heart he was going to leave Kemal and Ghava. He would let Ghava seek his happiness, he could not bear all this time the man only loved himself one hand. Is Zifa too afraid to love Ghava or is she too afraid to hurt Kemal?

Right now the woman was sitting waiting for Eira, even Zifa herself was still confused as to what he had come here for? He came here because he did not want to rush back to Ghava's house first, especially in that house he did not have a name, so he chose to see Eira.

Not long ago the middle-aged woman whose appearance was so pitiful came with two guards beside her, her hands in handcuffs, many wounds on her body. Zifa's two eyes watched the woman very seriously. After that, the woman smiled at her first smile.

"Do you want to come here, cheap lady?" cecar Eira though the woman was still standing.

"Ifa just wanted to see how you are Nyoyah. But after I came and saw your condition, it turns out that I feel quite happy, because it turns out my plan in accordance with my knowledge goes to your family. It is not in vain that I marry Ghava if the results are so good, and certainly faster than my previous target. I've thought that sure makes you go to jail will be very slippery considering You are in power, but it turns out very easy, just use your bait comes alone, and the bonus Your children are fighting each other." Zifa smiled with satisfaction.

At first this woman will try to open the door of apology and let this problem really be resolved by the witch doctor, but she herself is at peace with her feelings but, she is, he was wrong it turns out that Eira himself spoke less wearing so Zifa also did the same.

"Braven disgruntled are you, destroying my family?" eira snapped even the two women standing beside Eira held the woman back from making a fuss.

"Honestly Ifa was still not satisfied. At first Ifa had thought that life was repaid with life, but God did not allow and now Kemal's condition is aware, there is sadness, but it is not the most important thing you are languishing in prison." Zifa made Eira even more angry.

Ahhhhhhhhhh.... Bruckkk... In an instant Zifa's hair was pulled firmly and her face was bent several times to the table until her lips broke and from her nose came out blood.

In an instant also the room was crowded and rowdy.

"Hi, you don't make it because you want your detention to be extended" snapped two women guarding Eira. I don't know what they are doing until Zifa can get angry, and they just broke after Zifa's face was battered.

"The woman was wrong, and brash, her mouth was presumptuous," Eira said she wanted to break away from the two female guards who were questioning her and return to teach Zifa a lesson.

"Be quiet, if you get crazy rich gini, we won't hesitate to punish you even more," the guard snapped again, and Eira was dragged back to the detention room. While Zifa just smiled wryly.

"Miss, let's treat it" said the policewoman who helped him while giving a tissue to wipe the blood coming out of his nose.

"No ma'am, I'll go straight home. Sorry if my arrival made this room rowdy," Zifa said, sitting respectfully.

"Yes no problem, it is common here with this kind of commotion," the female police officer replied with a smile back to Zifa.

Zifa's hand reached into the cell phone in her sling bag, and saw the clock that had shown at three o'clock. "At the end of Ghava coming home I'd better go home too, especially if he finds out that I'm not in the hospital, and also not at home for sure he'll be more anxious." She moved her feet back to her husband's house.

Since the shooting, Zifa and Ghava have moved out of the house, no longer in the house. Ghava suggested it, because the man was afraid that Zifa would be traumatized upon entering the house. He now lives in his apartment.

"Tomorrow I will meet Mba Lyra deh, I want to tell Mba Lyra it feels if there is no story less." Zifa muttered all the way. Now the woman after passing a long journey even now she is in the apartment owned by her husband. Usually Zifa everywhere will be escorted by a private driver. Just this time he was running around in a taxi.

With capital address now Zifa also reached where he lived without targeting. His intention was that he wanted to introduce two of his puppets who were getting smarter actually failed because of the commotion that caused his face pain.

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Elsewhere, Ghava, as usual, headed straight to the hospital to get his wife home. His legs were swung with a slight haste, especially when he got the news that Kemal was conscious.

Actually, the man was lately very cape, his work is very much to be done alone and back and forth to the hospital, so his body feels increasingly sore and his endurance is reduced.

With heavy hands Ghava opened the door of Kemal's room, it seems he can't wait to tell a lot about his mamih and his family today. Ghava developed his smile as his eyes looked at his youngest brother leaning against the television screen.

However, a second later, his eyes seemed to search all directions for Zifa who was not in the room, but he kept thinking positively, perhaps Zifa was out.

"Since when did you realize, why did I only know this afternoon?" cecar Ghava immediately swung his legs to sit beside Kemal.

"It's only this afternoon. How is the condition of Mamih Bang?" asked Kemal very curiously.

Ghava breathed a rough breath. "According to the law in force in this country, every guilty person will be punished according to his actions" Ghava replied in a very weak voice. "And if asked the condition, less good. Mamih often injures his body and you can imagine it. He who used to live well is suddenly living in prison, heavy pastry sets."

Kemal also seemed to throw a rough breath and closed his eyes long enough, the tightness he felt.

"Did the trial of Zifa's mother begin? And is there no leniency for Mamih?" ask kemal again,

Ghava just shook his head slowly. As a sign, the law is still processed something stated in the law.