90 DAYS'S

FORCED TO SIGN DIVORCE PAPERS

Arriving in Dubai, the clock has shown at six in the afternoon now there. That's when Mr. Osman found his wife in the mansion. He wanted to persuade the woman back.

"Darling.where are you!" shouted Mr. Osman as he opened every corner of his room.

His wife is currently in his father's house. Mr. Osman did not find his wife in this house. He also tried to call his wife.

At that time the wife was talking to her father and a lawyer from his father. Although he is also a lawyer, but this must be handled.

"He called me dad" said Mr Osman's wife, who saw his phone ringing.

"Jawab it gently, tell him to come here," said the middle-aged man.

Mr. Osman's wife nodded and immediately pressed the green button, the call was connected at this time quickly.

"Hallo baby, where are you?" asked Mr. Osman in a too sweet tone.

"Oh my husband, I'm at my father's house" he replied feeling nauseous at this time.

"Oh, well I'll be there soon to pick you up" said Mr. Osman who was getting excited.

Mr. Osman still maintains his relationship because he awaits the death of his wife's father. Their wealth is quite a lot, dear to be left alone, that is the speech of Mr. OSMAN in his heart.

The wealth treasure and tempting world form, that was all he knew and pursued right now. For him with all the treasures he could have.

The car he drove off quickly, whistling enjoying the journey to his in-laws house. The three of them could not wait for the arrival of Mr. Osman at this time.

One side in the city of Jakarta, now the clock has also shown at 9 pm. Soraya was seen eating alone with her husband in his apartment.

They are enjoying the moments together right now. The nostalgia that is only in wishful thinking is now back in reality starting something new.

"Darling, forgive all my past mistakes" said Derry, looking at his wife's face.

"Let it be, dear, let it pass" answered Soraya.

"Tomorrow I'm going into the office, I haven't worked in a long time. And tomorrow I'm going to make your stop letter from the company, I don't want my wife to be exhausted" Derry said at length.

"I'm still working hard, I'll get bored later" Soraya said, refuting her husband's remarks.

"No, no! don't argue" Derry said back while pinching his wife's nose.

"Oh. Derry's sick!" soraya was upset.

"That's a punishment for a wife who denies it" said Derry chuckling.

On the bed they hug each other and so mesraanya at this time. Soraya looked at Derry, as did Derry. There seemed to be no distance blocking them back.

"Darling, whether you should not enter the office tomorrow first, your condition is still not healthy," said Soraya again want to thwart Derry's plan to work tomorrow.

Not what, Soraya does not want to see Derry feel dizzy because the current state of the company is in an erratic riot. That's why, let Tio set it up first and then Derry entered as usual.

However, Derry is not his name if he does not put forward his stubbornness, he still rejects the suggestion. She feels better and wants to do her job as a responsible husband.

"And tomorrow, I'll accompany you to check the contents" said Derry again.

Soraya smiled happily, she pinched her husband's cheek, her husband had exchanged attitudes this time. What she once read in my husband's book my angel now seems to be materializing.

"Hey..why smile?" asked Derry who felt funny with his wife's expression.

"Haha, no," Soraya replied as she buried her face in the chest of her husband's field.

"Okey.I know what you think right now" said Derry who tried to guess.

"Well, do you want to be paranormal?" soraya said in a laugh.

"I'm not a psychic, but the angel's husband is your dream," Derry replied making Soraya laugh loudly, because indeed her husband's guess is very true to what is on his mind now.

"At what I said, baby must remember the story of the novel again, look! now that I've become your angel husband," while hugging his wife tightly.

"Oh, this is the name of the angel of death, watch me not breathe," said Soraya made Derry chuckle so strong.

Does happiness have to be expensive? no no! here is the simple definition of happiness. Anyone who can make you smile sincerely, means you are feeling happiness.

Thirty minutes have passed, Mr. Osman's car has now entered the gate of his house-in-law. A cup of tea was placed on the table.

Mr. Osman entered his family's room. He smiled warmly at his father-in-law, and hugging him tightly, his father-in-law seemed still ordinary to welcome Mr. Osman's arrival, no one showing any suspicion at all.

"How are you?" ask Mr. Osman.

"Yes, as you can see, I'm still fresh and healthy" he said.

"Thank God I'm so happy" he said.

"Darling, drink that tea" his wife said.

"Thank you, you always know what I want" he said, sipping the warm tea.

"Hallo Mr. Manaf, you're here too" Osman told his father-in-law's lawyer.

He only replied with a smile at this moment. The three of them looked at each other now, the father of Mr. Osman's wife just played his eyebrows to code everything in a moment would start.

While Mr. Osman thought that his mind was already wandering, surely this old man was writing his will, and his abundant property would definitely be dropped to his wife, because it was only his wife's child.

Looking at his face so pretended, he leisurely waited between them to open his voice. And soon, his wife took out a brown map from the bottom of the document on the table.

"Please read this letter, and sign it" he said, handing it over to Mr. Osman.

"This must be a letter of transfer of the name of the inheritance," he said excitedly.

His hand took the letter quickly, and then he opened it almost he wanted to sign it directly, but he read on the stamp it was a matter of religious court.

He reread from top to bottom, his face turned tense and sweat came at him, he was currently looking at his already smiling satisfied wife.

"What do you mean make this divorce!" he said hold his voice.

"Osman, you just need an autograph!" said his wife's father.

"Dad, why did you defend him" said Mr. Osman who still seemed to play a good role in the eyes of his father-in-law.

"He's my son! and you're just a bastard! sign it quickly, or you won't be alive anymore!' threaten his father-in-law.

He knew and knew very well who his father-in-law was, the big mafia on this land of Dubai, it was very easy to order anyone to finish someone. Osman used to be just an employee, but this time the anger appeared on his face.

OSMAN is swallowing his saliva now, it turns out that returning to Dubai instead of getting lucky he even lost a big asset of his life.

"But dad, you know no, I've got land in Jakarta, the factory has become mine, father" he said.

"I don't care, sign it!" said it.

And he threatened to go bankrupt, if later his wife's father stopped the supply for the manufacture of textiles and carpets. The great capital comes from his in-laws, if it is withdrawn it will run out of him.

While only that land he got, another land that they just wanted to cultivate yesterday, was already known to Mr. Frans, and not all had time to be controlled.

Right now Osman is forced to sign the letter, then he's bowed limp now.

"And you remember, you don't ever go back to your wife's house again, that's not your right!

"One more time, you'll be crushed to pieces

new Osman! you remember, don't you? the pain of the slap on my face is still felt to my heart at this moment, you and that woman I will put to shame!" his wife said again.

What's gonna happen next?

Where is Fanni now?

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