[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Who Is The Culprit?

"Quickly gather all the CCTV footage of the people coming in and out of my room" ordered the Throne with a dead red face.

"I've checked it out, sir and no one has come into this room in the last two weeks other than me and the finance manager." Reza handed a dark red flash to her boss.

The throne fell silent, his brain was constantly struggling with all the possibilities that came to his head. The man pointed his net tip at a black flat object stuck to the side of his laptop. His memory returned at the meeting with the owner of the blue lake project tender. The day he had long been waiting for. Where he was willing to stay up late and spend time in front of the computer to prepare for this competition.

He had to present his ideas for the project in front of the owner and company HD–his toughest competition in the project. However, when it came time for the man to come forward for the presentation, his data was lost.

The entire audience looked a little boisterous as the file she opened instead featured baby care tips. Except for the two people opposite him, yeah. He is the director of an HD company along with his personal assistant. A smile that looks sneaky as well as dismissive.

The throne began to look panicked when even one flash backup could not detect the existence of the file. His hands clenched tightly and the man's lower jaw tightened until the veins on his neck appeared. In the end, his struggle for these three years, failed. He could not win the tender which should prove his skill to Zain.

The emotion of the Throne is growing when you see the presentation of the company HD. Their project plan, nearly eighty percent similar to his. The heart of the Throne is not fine, it feels like the crack and the desiccation can knock out the entire rib of the man. It was not only a crushing defeat that he had, but also a sense of shame.

"Baj*ngan!"

Braak!

Throne craze. He swept the surface of the table with both hands. The entire paper that was previously stacked and even his laptop crashed onto the floor violently. Everything's shattered. The bone-white floor was now filled with scattered papers. Reza who was still standing pecking in front of the table could only swallow his saliva heavily. He was already trying to find backups of the data while the meeting was still going on. Unfortunately, no trace was left.

"How dare he humiliate me. If I find him, I swear I will kill him with my hand" the Throne growled, clenching its fists.

"Are you sure you can kill him?" The sound of an open door accompanied by a question from a woman caught the attention of the Throne and Reza.

"What do you mean, Mother? Of course I won't let a snake escape" replied the Throne confidently.

"What if the snake is your own wife?" The question of Laras struck the heart of the Throne.

In fact, although small, he also put his suspicions on Bella. However, the man had no good reason to accuse his own wife. Especially considering their relationship is not for a moment. For three years they have been putting each other's hearts together. How could the woman who loved him so much drop him? think Throne.

"I know you hate Bella, but I hope you don't make my wife a suspect anymore" she looked up at Laras as if she was giving a warning.

"Well!" a mincely smile was imprinted clearly on the corner of the middle-aged woman's lips.

He stepped up, stepping on everything scattered on the floor with high heels in black. Approaching his son who looks chaotic. The middle-aged woman stared fixedly at the Throne while lifting the cellphone in her grasp. The two men around Laras could only look at him questioningly.

"Hello, Caca?" greet Laras when the video call has been connected.

"Hello, Aunt. Does Aunt want me to show it now?" caca asked lightly across the phone.

The 6.5-inch phone screen with the apple logo that was previously filled with Caca's self-image is now slowly shifting. Caca focused his camera on the area behind his back.

"What do you want to show me this time?" ask the Throne when you only see the backs of waiters on that screen.

"Wait a minute, brother. Still advertising," Caca replied casually.

The waiters stepped away after finishing presenting his customer's order. The sound of the piano singing a love song sneaks into the hearing of the Throne. There was a man and a woman who were busy chatting behind Caca's back.

The man's eyes widened when he realized who the female figure in the video was. The blue dress and her bulging belly had already made the Throne even more confident in her vision. The Netra Throne then focused on the man who was in front of the pregnant woman.

Now his heart is racing with the sound of a piano that is increasingly echoing. The man who is very familiar with him, is now laughing widely with his wife out there. The blood inside her body seemed to boil as the man's hand touched Bella's cheek.

No, nothing happened. They were friends and co-workers, so naturally they met and looked close, the inner Throne denied all the bad thoughts in his brain.

The throne took its eyes off the flat object. "They are friends, it's natural they meet," he said trying as calmly as possible.

The barrel gripped the phone as its jaw tightened. He turned off his phone with Caca. Staring at the Throne who still refused to see it. The middle-aged woman in the end only let out a heavy sigh.

"Alright, I don't care about your business and that j*lang. I just want to give you a reward for your failure this time," said Laras as he placed a small brown envelope on the table.

Braak!

The throne turned its head as the brown wooden door was violently shut by its mother. He ruffled his hair. All the problems and bad thoughts seemed to be squeezing, and did not want to give even a little space for him to breathe. He's fucked. The problem that befell him was a tangled threadbasket that was not even visible where the tip was.

"Za, quickly investigate anyone who tries to access and approach my personal objects. Without exception," the Throne orders his assistant, and soon gets a nod from Reza.

Now the room that was already irregular was again silent. The Netra Throne is fixed on the brown envelope left by her mother. The man's gaze now darkened as if he was burning the paper with the look of his eyes. There was nothing good he could expect from the word gift.

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