Beautiful Romance 2's

Beautiful Romance 2's
Chapter 28 Beautiful Romance 2


Kyra is already in her study with May. He returned to his pending work.


Amidst – busyness, he again received a message from Ivan to give him the address where he lives now. Kyra immediately sent her home address to Ivan and resumed her work.


At 9:30 p.m., Kyra is ready – ready to go home after finishing all her work.


“Mba May hasn't come home yet.”.


“Try first. I'd like to email Young Master first. Let Young Master check back.” He said seriously.


“Alright! Then I first yah mba.” He said as he stood up from his seat.


“Please...”.


Kyra walks off her desk and into the elevator. He leaves May who is still busy sending emails to Aditya.


When Kyra was out of the company. He saw Mr. Malik standing next to his car. He came up to Mr. Malik who was standing while smiling at him.


“Have long waited sir.” Kyra asked as she opened the car door.


“I just came miss.” Reply politely.


Mr. Malik got in the car after he saw Kyra riding in her car. Mr. Malik drove his car to Kyra Apartment.


Just a few minutes later, his car stopped in front of the Kyra Apartment building. Mr. Malik got out of his car and Kyra.


When Kyra got out of the car, she saw Ivan standing in front of her apartment building. Ivan comes to Kyra when he sees Kyra getting out of the car.


 “Van..you are here.”


“Ia. I also brought a gift for him.” He said with a smile.


“Thank you for your attention to Kaila.”


“No need to thank. I'm glad to give him a gift.” He said with a smile.


Ivan then looked at Mr. Malik who was still standing next to his car. He again spoke to Kyra who was curious about Mr. Malik.


“Whose are you picked up with?”


“Oh...ini Mr. Malik, the driver who drove me here.” While looking at Mr. Malik.


Ivan immediately extended his hand in front of Mr. Malik.


“Halo sir...thank you for bringing Kyra home.” He said with a smile.


They both shake each other.


“This user....” Said Mr. Malik who looked curious about Ivan.


“Oh..I Ivan sir. Fiance Kyra.” Reply with a smile.


“Miss Kyra engagement..” He said a little surprised.


“Ia..”


“Miss Kyra's betrothed. Isn't Miss Kyra his wife Young Master.” In the heart of Mr. Malik who looks confused.


“Pak...” Call Kyra.


“Ah...ia miss.”


“Then we enter first sir. Thank you for driving me.” He said with a smile.


“Ia..nona.”


Kyra and Ivan enter the apartment after saying goodbye to Mr. Malik. While Mr. Malik was still staring at them with his face that looked confused by the situation earlier.


“So it's true that Miss Kyra has divorced Young Master. But why does Young Master always say that Miss Kyra is his wife. Looks like something's weird here. Should I tell Young Master about this. I'd better just tell Young Master, after all Young Master told me to report everything that happened about Miss Kyra.” He muttered with his confused face.


Mr. Malik also tried to contact Aditya who was in France.


Phone Voice.


“Hello...Mr Malik, what's up?” Aditya's voice is behind the phone.


“Is there a problem with my wife sir?”


“I just drove the madam back to her apartment but there was a man who came to see the madam. I think this should I tell you.”


“What is Rey.he did I tell you to take care of my wife. That doesn't matter?”


“Not Young Master. If Mr. Rey I know, but this is a man I've never seen. He said his name was Ivan and Miss Kyra's fiancee.”


“What did you say?” He screams behind the phone.


“Ivan...engagement Miss Kyra.”.


“Since when my wife got engaged. Did you miss something and not report it to me?” His shouting.


“I always keep an eye on Miss Kyra and nothing strange. I only heard that from a guy named Ivan.”


“Bjakk. Now where is that guy, is he still with my wife?”


“I'd better not tell you that madam went inside with this guy. Otherwise, Young Master could be even more furious. Can – can he go home raging.” In Mr. Malik's heart.


“Hey. I'm asking you. Is my wife with that guy?” He shouted with an angry voice.


“No Young Master, he's gone earlier.”


“Observe him. Don't meet the – men. Today I also returned to Indonesia.”


“Good..”.


The phone is also closed.


“May I have done the right thing. The Young Madam was a good person but I still did not know what the relationship the Young Master had now with her to the point of making the Young Master watch over her at all times let alone the Young Master always calling her his wife. I think they are still together, right – really makes people confused.” In Mr. Malik's heart.


Mr. Malik left Kyra Apartment Building in his car.


French City.


Aditya, who was in the Suite Hotel, threw his mobile phone after talking to Mr. Malik. Andi who heard a loud voice immediately ran up to him.


“What problems are there?” Ask Andi


“Today we return to Indonesia.”


“Not tomorrow we will go home.”


“I say now well now. Didn't you hear?” He shouted loudly.


“Good....I will prepare it in advance.” Reply Andi while nodding his head.


“Secapnya.” Persuasion firmly.


“Good..”.


Andi went to prepare for her flight to Indonesia while Aditya was still standing in his room with his face looking angry.


“How dare they meet when I'm not around. That woman cannot be spoiled. I let her play – games but she wants to get married behind my back. I should have kept him at home from the beginning. This time I won't let him roam free again. Fuck.” He said while kicking the table in front of him.


A few minutes later, Andi returned and went straight into the hotel room.


“I've prepared our flight sir.”


Aditya directly left the hotel without saying what – what to Andi. The two of them headed to the airport in the car that Andi had prepared.


A few minutes later, they arrived at the airport. Aditya and Andi entered the airport and boarded their private plane to Indonesia.


On the plane, he kept thinking about his wife who was with another man especially when he found out that his wife was engaged.


He could only sit still now while drinking the Whisky his servant gave him there.


Only a drink could calm him down now. With a drink, he could feel calm.


Seriate.