
“Pak Kelana, morning!”
Rudi greeted kindly, his smile bright as the morning sun. He allowed Kelana to sit in a friendly manner, pretending to hide the groggy feeling that ruled the heart, because the look of the man's eyes were like an eagle.
“Pak Rudi!”
“Iya,” replied Rudi with an awkward smile.
“You must have known why I came here,” Kelana said. He crossed his legs with his back resting on the back of the sofa.
“Oh .. know.” Rudi was still smiling but a second later his facial expression turned pale. “Sorry Sir! the Dinar must be a bucket, he did not tell me all kinds ‘kan?”
“Oh .. no.” Kelana replied in exactly the same tone of voice as Rudi until the lawyer smiled awkwardly again. “Not all kinds just accuse me of having a deviation of taste,” he snapped.
“Sorry Sir! sorry, I was really shocked when I heard the recording, do you want to hear it yourself to believe?” tawar Rudi's.
“Hah .. “ Kelana threw away her face, but instead of refusing, she instead asked the recorder to make sure of herself.
One minute
Two …
There were no two minutes and Kelana had turned off the recording, she adjusted the lowest volume of sound and stuck it to the ear. The moaning sound from his own mouth made his cheeks meet red. He realized now, true what Hana said, he was the one who sighed a lot in the war, maybe because he was in a semi-conscious condition because of the effect of the drink he drank with Bagas.
“Just delete this one!” Kelana directly press the delete button to permanently delete the second file. Then put the recorder on the table again.
“How? Can it snare the man behind bars?” ask Kelana later.
“Actually, a little hard. I explained the reason yesterday. But you can use this to threaten him personally,” explained Rudi Tabuli.
“But I want him languishing in jail.”
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Meanwhile, the lead actor that Rudi and Kelana were talking about was taking pains to persuade his father-in-law. Bagas goes to Arman, begging the man to abandon his intention to divorce Tantri because she is now hitchhiking to him and causing him distress.
“Pa, I beg you. If this keeps my household and Flowers can be destroyed,” said Bagas memelas. He thought Arman would soften and undo his intentions, but the man answered his plea loudly.
“Households built on the destruction of the household of others are reasonable if destroyed, because the foundation is not sturdy.”
“A-a-what does Papa mean?”
“It is not clear Gas, you build a household with Flowers, on top of the destruction of your household and Hana,” replied Arman lightly. “And naturally also my household was destroyed because I used to prefer to keep it than my own biological daughter. I had to wait almost four more years only to realize that Tantri was not the right woman for me.”
Bagas kicep, he clenched his hand and chose back to threaten Arman. “If Papa divorces mama, I will also divorce Bunga.”
“You can't be so Bagas, what's the fault of Flowers, is there a problem? strange that you would divorce her for no reason?" Arman's forehead folded smooth, he even shook his head because he considered the words of Bagas digress.
“Flower would have preferred her mother, and I couldn't accommodate that woman. He's been so lazy in my household Pa, only Papa my only hope is to save my household and Bunga.” Bagas is still trying to make Arman change his mind.
“Gas, everyone has a life ordeal, so just assume it's your turn.”
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New chapter coming soon ya 🤗