Culun's Son-in-law's Secret

Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 23

Five minutes passed.

But Syasi has not stopped raving. He continued to insult and vilify Citra in front of Rifki.

Until it makes the man unable to withstand the emotions that rumble in his mind, then unconsciously floated his burly fingers hit the smooth cheeks of Syasi.

"Shut up....!" rifki's snapping echoed in the room.

Even until heard by Siska who was having breakfast downstairs. Curiously quite tall then the middle-aged woman got up from the seat, then she stepped slowly while climbing the stairs one by one.

But he had just arrived at the door of the room, and was about to knock, Suddenly the door of the room opened itself and revealed the figure of his favorite child. Riffis.

Rifki glanced at her Mommy, then she grabbed the back of Siska's hand then she kissed her for a goodbye.

Siska who knew nothing He just silently remained silent, while looking at the departure of Rifki who slowly disappeared from his sight.

After the departure of Rifki, Siska also approached his son-in-law Syasi who looks so sad at this time.

"Why are you crying, baby?" siska asked her favorite daughter-in-law. Then he stroked Syasi's back gently.

Syasi turned his head, then he took out all the uneg-uneg lodged in the bottom of his heart to his mother-in-law.

"Oh... Apparently regarding Citra, to the point that you look pitiful like this, hum...! you take it easy, honey, I'll never let Rifki bring that barren woman back to this house," siska said then she gently wiped the tears of Syasi who had not stopped dripping from her eye group.

Syasi. Then he looked into the bead of his mother-in-law's eyes and there it seemed clear that what was said just now was sincere.

With a very happy heart accompanied by a sweet smile, then Syasi hugged her mother-in-law very tightly.

"Thank you mother" said Syasi.

Then he took off his embrace from the middle-aged woman.

*****

Arriving in Bali

Without feeling tired, then Rifki took out a piece of paper from the pocket of pants that read the address of Villa Citra in Bali. Then he handed it to the taxi driver.

"Take me at this address and remember not to be so," said Rifki.

"Okay sir" replied the taxi driver.

Then he drove his vehicle to the place requested by his customers.

Yes, before Rifki left for Bali, he asked his aides to find the whereabouts of Citra. As a result, he has now bagged the full address of Villa Citra. So now he just has to slide to that place.

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The image of him having just finished lunch then he got up from his seat, then he walked slowly towards the garden behind the Villa.

Because since yesterday he felt unsettled, since his friend and secretary Robin sent a short message to him.

Until now, the contents of the short message are still ringing in his mind.

How not, Citra thought after sending the divorce papers to Rifki right at the lavish party was taking place, Rifki would sign the divorce papers easily.

But in fact not. All that Citra thought turned out to be a miss, the man did not want to sign the divorce papers.

"How is this what should I do?"

Then Citra took a deep breath, then she sat her butt right on the chair while looking straight ahead.

However, just now Citra released a tired that dwells in the bottom of her heart, suddenly a servant approached and said that there is currently a handsome man who wants to meet Citra.

The image turned his head, then he asked what was the name of the man who was about to meet him.

"I don't know Miss. What is clear is that when I asked him he only said that he had an urgent need for Non Citra" replied the waiter.

Citra wincing. And asked in his heart who was the man who wanted to meet him. In this city, he has no close friends or relatives.

With doubt and curiosity, then Citra stood up from the seat and then she walked towards the living room.

However, when he was about to arrive in the living room, Citra slowed down his footsteps, hoping that the guest did not hear the sound caused by the high heels he was wearing.

"I don't think I should be rash, and I have to make sure first who the guest is," Inner Citra.

Then he peeked out from the curtain curtain that connected between the living room and the living room.

And....

Suddenly the eyeballs of the image were perfectly rounded, as it caught a glimpse of the face of the man standing in his living room.

"Ri-Rifkii....!" citra said while keeping her mouth shut. Hoping that what he said just now wasn't heard by Rifki.

Opening the high heels he was wearing, he whispered to the waiter and said he was not home at the moment.

"Well, miss, I understand," replied the waiter.

After saying that to the maid, Citra ran to her room and locked the door tightly.

As for the maid, she walked slowly towards the living room and told what her young Miss had said.

"Sorry sir, our young lady is not home" the maid said.

Rifki immediately glared, when she heard the servant's words.

"No way, I'm sure Citra must be here, where she's showing me now...!" riffki snapped while looking at the servant very sharply. Even the waiter shuddered in horror.

While bowing his head, the waiter ventured to answer Rifki's question.

"Sure sir, I'm not lying. Our young lady is not home" he said later. Then he went back down.

As for Citra who locked herself inside the room, she was currently feeling very scared considering Rifki's last treatment of her.

Citra remembered very well, how Rifki treated him so cruelly.

"How is this what should I do? should I call Robin? and told him that Rifki had known my hiding place," Citra's inner pacing back and forth in the room.

Because, he did not want to see the figure of Rifki, especially to meet face to face with the husband who tortured him for two years.

But when he was in the fog, suddenly a voice heard someone knocking on the door.

Tok.dok.

The door continues to be locked, making Citra feel an overwhelming fear. Even now he could not think clearly.

Taking out a fruit-peeling knife, Citra walked slowly to the door of her room.

And....