
"Of course there's something important, honey," said Arrav, who made Akira even more fed up with the man.
"What's important that brings you here?" ask Akira.
Aarav lowered his leg which he had just placed on the table, then straightened his body with a serious look at Akira.
"Why don't you introduce me to the kids?" ask Arrav.
"Because they are only my children" Akira replied.
Arrav smiled cynically at Akira's reply.
"You think if we don't make love then there'll be kids?" ask Aarav.
"Stop! I don't want to remember that anymore!" akira said angrily because Arrav discussed it.
Aarav grinned and then got up from his seat to approach Akira who was sitting in his great chair.
Arriving in front of Akira, Arrav still standing put his hands on his desk and looked at Akira who was still sitting in his chair.
"Why don't you want to remember when you enjoyed it?" aarav asked with his smirking lips.
"Shut your mouth, Aarav! Stop that shit! I don't remember it!" akira shouted while pointing at Aarav's face.
Akira's index finger in front of Aarav's face was immediately grasped by the man.
Aarav brought his face closer to Akira who was still sitting in his chair, making the faces of the two close together.
"Didn't you miss the times we made love?" ask Aarav.
Plakk!
Akira slapped Arrav's right cheek with his left hand because Akira's right hand was still held by the man.
"I told you, stop that shit!" akira then pulled the hand held by Aarav and got up from his seat.
Aarav who was slapped Akira immediately stood up straightening his body back up, and blocked Akira's wrist.
"Let go!" yell Akira.
Instead of letting go, Aarav actually pushed Akira's body to stick to the wall. The man held Akira's hands firmly and placed them on the woman's head.
"What do you want?" akira asked Aarav who was in front of you.
"Don't you still love me?" ask Aarav.
"No! I don't love you anymore" said Akira.
"really?" aarav asked and then brought his face closer to kiss Akira.
Bugh!
Not yet Aarav landed his kiss, Akira first stepped on the man's foot making Aarav grimace in pain and took off his hand on Akira's hand.
"I've forgotten everything. All about you I don't want to remember anymore" Akira said, wiping away her tears.
Akira felt really hurt when Aarav treated himself arbitrarily.
"Why did you forget our sweet memories, Akira?" ask Aarav.
"Why do I remember again, Aarav? those memories hurt me so much, after I found out you betrayed me" Akira said.
"Don't I ever say, Akira, if it's all just a misunderstanding" Aarav said.
"Misunderstand what you said?" akira asked with a slanted smile.
"Yes Akira, all of that is misunderstanding, you just believe too much without hearing my explanation" replied Aarav.
"You never changed Aarav, you who used to be until now are still the same. You are selfish, arrogant, and always act as you please" Akira said.
"Okay, I'm sorry about that. And about my affair, it was you just misunderstood" Aarav said.
"You think I didn't investigate you before you filed for divorce? I've done it, Aarav, and it's all been proven" Akira said.
Aarav shook his head.
"Now, please get out of my office" said Akira.
"No, I'm not going out until I'm done talking to you" Aarav said.
"Regarding my children, I can't accept that you didn't introduce me to them" Aarav said.
"Never call Azzam and Azzura your son" Akira said.
"Because they are my children" said Arrav.
"You only give seed, Aarav. You don't deserve to be called their father" Akira said, staring fiercely at her ex-husband.
After that Akira walked to the door of his study to open the door and drove Arrav from there.
"Please out!" expel Akira.
Akira's expelled Aarav immediately walked out of the room with a face that held in anger.
Brakk!
Akira slammed the door after making sure Aarav got out of his room.
The woman then walked to her desk, then sat back in her seat of greatness.
Huufft.
There was a sound of breathing coming out of Akira's mouth.
"After a long time you've been gone, why have you appeared now, Aarav," murmured Akira as she wiped her tears.
Afterwards the woman immediately pulled out her phone from the bag, then contacted Mr. Ujang.
Akira is worried about Azzam and Azzura, fearing that the twins would want to go with their real father and leave him if he knew Arrav was back.
"Hello, ma'am" said Mr. Ujang after the phone call was connected.
"Has anyone seen Azzam and Azzura?" ask Akira.
"Betul Bu, he claimed to be the father of Den Azzam and Non Azzura" said Pak Ujang.
Hearing that Akira was getting anxious, apparently Aarav had already appeared before Azzam and Azzura before meeting him.
"What did he say, sir? ask Akira.
"I don't know what he said to Den Azzam and Non Azzura" said Mr. Ujang.
"Yes, sir, let me just ask them after coming home" Akira said.
"Yes Ma'am" said Mr. Ujang.
The woman then turned off her phone.
Akira then thought about how to keep Aarav from bothering him anymore.
*****
Otherside.
Aarav, who had just walked out of Akira's study, immediately walked towards the elevator door.
It also coincided with Raka delivering Lina's order lunch.
Apparently, the two portions of lunch that Raka bought at the restaurant were Lina's orders for the woman as well as Akira so Raka was currently delivering them.
Lina bowed her body slightly to Aarav who was passing by in front of her desk.
Looking at Lina who was bowing her body to someone passing by, Raka also did it.
"It wasn't that guy I hit at the restaurant?" muttered Raka asked herself as her gaze still looked at Aarav who was walking towards the elevator.
"What are you talking about?" asked Lina who heard Raka's murmur but it wasn't clear.
"Ehh, no Ma'am. Who was that past, Mom?" ask Raka.
"The man was her ex-husband Bu Akira, her name was Aarav Adiputro. Bull, right?" lina said while smiling proudly at Raka.
Raka there was surprised, not expecting, if the man who had just passed by was the ex-husband of his dream woman.
"Yes ma'am, handsome," said Raka slowly.
Raka's body feels weak after knowing that Akira's ex-husband is a rich and handsome man, while Raka himself the man shook his head because he was only a poor and ugly man.