A BETRAYAL!

Chapter 27

Mora continued to cry in Wildan's arms, even hugging Wildan tightly as if to say that he was fragile and also very tight in the chest.

"Hiks hyks" Mora's sobs continued to sound

"Cry, if indeed by crying you can be relieved" whispered Wildan gently.

Until at the end of his sleep Mora tired of crying in Wildan's arms.

Wildan gently carried her and carried her into the car.

"Sir, what's wrong with young Miss?" ask one of the guards anxiously.

"He's okay, it's just that he's exhausted from crying" Wildan replied by calming Mr. Darma's men.

"Let's go back to the mansion, Mr. Darma" Wildan asked the bodyguard.

The bodyguard nodded his head immediately, and he opened the door for the master.

After that, he immediately drove his car on a highway that was already rather crowded with motorists because of lunch hours.

While in the back seat, Wildan rested Mora's head on his chest and he just kept hugging her.

Even when asleep like this also still sounded sobs from the lips of his woman.

"Everything will be fine, even you will be happier with everything you've been through, baby" Wildan murmured with determination.

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While at the jewelry store, Mr. Darma and Mrs Hesti had just arrived there.

"Welcome Mr. Widiatma" said the shopkeeper who was there.

Mr. Darma nodded his head just a counter sign for their greeting.

"This is an order that has been prepared by Miss Afnan" he said again by giving a paperbag.

"Thank you, we're just saying goodbye" Mrs Hesti replied kindly.

"Be careful sir, Madam" said the maid.

After which, Mistress Nesti and Mr. Darma directly walked out of the jewelry store.

Until their steps stopped after Mr. Darma's phone vibrated.

"Assallamualaikum Dad, where are you? Hurry home because there is something important" Wildan said seriously.

"We're just going home, son, what's up? Is my daughter okay?" asked Mr. Darma worriedly.

Then Mr. Darma took his wife to leave the place immediately and went home.

"Later after you get to the mansion" Wildan replied.

"Wait a minute, we will arrive" said Mr. Darma.

Tut's.

Without saying goodbye, he immediately decided on the call.

Even Mr. Darma told his men to bring the car at a high rate.

"Mas, what's wrong? Is Mora okay?" asked Mistress Hesti in a panic.

"I don't know, baby, calm down" replied Mr. Darma by gently rubbing his wife's shoulder.

Soon the car they were riding in reached the Widiatma mansion.

Mistress Nesti and Mr. Darma just stepped inside the mansion.

"Mora, son" cried Mistress Hesti anxiously.

"Ma" call Mora who's in the living room.

Mistress Hesti just stepped there with a face full of anxiety.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? Why are you pale and your face puffy?" asked Mistress Hesti anxiously.

Mr. Darma immediately sat down beside Wildan who was facing off with his Wife and Princess.

"Dad, Ma, there's something Mas Wildan wants to talk about" Mora said softly.

"Tomorrow's ceremony of engagement will be replaced by the wedding between me and Mora, Dad, Ma. I don't want any slander between us, and I don't want to be far from Mora either" Wildan explained with a serious and stern look.

"Do you agree, son?" ask Mr. Darma to Mora.

"Agreed Dad, after all this is goodwill so there is no reason for Mora to reject her" Mora replied with a sincere smile.

"Mora doesn't need a fancy party, all Mora has is sincerity and loyalty, Dad" Mora said.

"We agree with what you're planning, it's all for your own good, too. Is everything taken care of?" ask Mr. Darma to Wildan.

"It's Dad, Roy and Hari who are taking care of everything" Wildan replied.

"Can you explain why Mora is like this?" asked Madam Hesti sharply.

Mora hugged Mistress Nesti tightly, she even sobbed back inside Madam Hesti's arms.

Wildan sighed violently, then he confirmed his sitting position.

- FlashBack

On the way home, Mora's phone suddenly shook.

Wildan ignored it at first, but the phone continued to vibrate many times.

Until with courage he took from in Mora's bag.

There was a message from an unknown number, even a notification from social media and Mora's best friend.

Wildan then opened his social media and there was a picture of him holding Mora who would get into the car.

Padahala there is clearly from the direction of the funeral, but because the name of the funeral is blocked so like a regular house.

"Damn it, who's been spreading this" Wildan grumbled with emotion.

Then Wildan tells Hari and Roy to erase the news and find out who the perpetrator is.

Until the moment they reach the mansion, Mora wakes up and Wildan explains all of her.

Mora's cry broke again he even looked very fragile, he cried a mouthful by drowning his face on the family room table.

Then Wildan invites Mora to get married immediately without the need for engagement first, so that they are not slandered with sustainability.

And Mora also agreed all that, but not because of the forced but indeed he had a sense with Wildan since their togetherness so far.

-FlashNow

Mr. Darma just clenched his hand tightly.

"Who's the culprit?" ask Mr. Darma.

"Aron" Mora answered softly.

"He spread it using a fake account, Dad. But Roy can track him down and find the perpetrator" Wildan said with emotion in mind.

"Go ahead, watch out for you Aron" muttered Mr. Darma with emotion.

Mistress Nesti then brought Mora into her room, she wanted Mora to rest.

Wildan and Mr. Darma nodded their heads as the two women bailed.

After the departure of Mora and Mrs Hesti, Mr. Darma took Wildan to his study.

"What are you gonna do?" asked Mr. Darma with sharp eyes.

"I will marry Mora first so that I can be more free to take care of Mora, Father" Wildan replied firmly.

"All right, we'll just mend them first. The most important thing now is not to let your guard down" said Mr. Darma with full assertiveness.

After that they discussed the plan ahead, how to respond to all the actions of Aron and Vinda.

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