FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 128 STILL POV HERDIKAN FIRLANDO "Meeting of Papa's Fellows"

Today I am ready to visit my Papa who is still in the investigation stage at the KPK headquarters.

A lot of ink porters, of course. And it makes me get even more down mentally.

Their pungent, holy-spirited questions made my heart grow smaller by a few inches.

That's why I was looking for safety, trying to enter through the back roads of the KPK office which was more deserted from the reporters who were ready to bully.

Huuufff!!! Be safe! I can be free from the mic points and questions of journalists who make a living from grinding and skinning liars like Mama and Papa! Hhh...

Accompanied by my lawyer, Mr. Sembiring SH, I waited for a queue to see Papa.

We sat in the fifth floor KPK waiting room. Quite quiet and quiet. Because the room is soundproof and there are no employees who pass by. Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching the room.

There are some people like him. There was even the sound of high heels belonging to a woman as well.

Tok tok tok tok

Papa looks! muttered.

Turns out...

Brother Christian, his wife is also some of their lawyers.

My heart is pounding. This heart is roiling ungodly. After a long time I only saw his handsome face on the television screen a few times... Now it's in front of me. Stand with courage and full of charisma.

"You..."

I'm silent. But these eyes looked at him unblinking. A sign I'm mentally prepared to meet him now.

His wife grabbed Christian's leg, which hardened his jaw.

I asked him to shake hands. Trying to make peace with the situation. After all, we are brothers. The same biological father. He was the son of Papa Bambang Suherman.

I can't believe that he who I think is arrogant on the television screen is not that arrogant.

Although the look of his face was flat and not the slightest smile. But brother Christian welcomed my hand.

His hands are warm, not cold like mine. A sign that he is not a person who easily falls and frustrates like me.

Now it looks so small in front of him.

I. conceived a beautiful woman who thirsts for prestige and fame. While she was conceived by an extraordinary woman who has love for her children to survive until the end did not have time to sign a divorce with Papa who has been duplicitous. No, even three.

Hhh...

I'm down. But then I woke up and raised my head.

We're equals. The son of Papa Bambang Suherman! We have the same goal here for sure. That is to visit and help the investigation process until the Papa case is resolved immediately.

We sat together. But not talking to each other. Only occasionally did his wife try to get him to talk to dilute the atmosphere.

I know his wife's face, from the photos that Firman showed me the other day.

His wife Chris is a former lover and fiancee of Firman Setiawan. My bed that I made nyungsep on the river south of the capital. Somehow how is it doing now? I don't know for sure.

I and I used to be pretty familiar. Several times he also drove her to the house of a woman close to him. But the Mutia Gem Melody, I never knew anything to do with the Word.

Because in the sixth semester I decided to quit HIMA activities and focus on college and project mural after fiancee with Viona.

Mutia Gem Melody occasionally looks at me.

"How's Herdilan Firlando doing?" her polite asking surprised me as well.

He greeted me first in front of the husband who looked rather astonished to see us know each other.

Mutia smiled and nodded.

"good too. If not wrong, you are also a member of HIMA level brother Word khan huh? Word News how?"

Waw! Dare also this beautiful woman asked the news of her ex-fiancee in front of her husband!

"It looks like he's doing okay! You... Fiancee Firman khan?"

Mutia. But his lips are smiling.

"Did you guys still like meeting old friends?" ask her again without caring about Christian's unblinking look at her.

"still. Even at the end of last month we were reunited. As always, only kating children are active in the HIMA first! Word is one of them."

"Looks like he's getting busy in the media, huh?"

I smile nodding. Somewhat confused by the question of brother Christian's wife.

What happened to Mutia, Christian and the Word? Hm... The story between them is interesting too.

"I heard the word of the accident! Try calling Ira! He has Word contact too! Ask how it is!"

"I don't have Ira's number."

"Let me say it for you!"

It was like I got a fresh wind. Once paddled, two three islands were surpassed.

Melody can ask the state of the Word as well so I'm not curious about it.

"Thank you!" he said after getting Ira's number that I wrote on a scrapbook I used to carry in my coat pocket.

Strangely, Brother Christian was not interested in joining our conversation even though his eyes always glanced at me and his wife.

Is your home life unstable? Hm... Hopefully this can be my pleasure by making my stepbrother's household ruined as well as mine!

Papa came in between two investigators.

We embrace each other in turn. Papa's body dropped drastically. His face even looked a bit thin even though he had only been in detention for a week.

Hhh... I was sad to see Mama Papa. I see Brother Chris also looks very gloomy look on his face. His life is no better than mine. Her mother died ten days ago. This must have been the hardest blow for him.

But still more fortunate. Because his beautiful wife is still loyal to accompany him to this day.

Not like me. The first wife divorced and the second wife sued.

This is all karma from my greed.

I did blame Viona, especially. Vio! Where are you now? I almost found you, but God doesn't seem to allow it. Your stomach must have grown bigger. My count is now your pregnancy has entered the age of eight months. One month to go into childbirth. I hope that by then you come looking for me and beg me back. Amen!

"Sir! May I speak six eyes with my sons?" tanya Papa and directly approved by the KPK.

Twenty-five minutes of time allotted. And Papa suddenly fell under my feet and Christian's feet.

Crying it out. Forgetting his charisma as an honorable member of the Council. Made me and Chris look at each other, then helped Papa stand back up.

Without a word, but I'm relieved. Papa apologized to both of us.

Brother Chris does not seem to be too weak. I hope I can also apologize to her on behalf of my mom. I hope he will withdraw his claim to my mother soon. And Mama can be released from prison as soon as possible.

Amens...

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