Handsome CEO Wife

The Part 66

"Wait, why the search for my wife is stopped," said Mr. Raditya who had just come, he wanted to monitor the development of news from the wife. And I hope there's some good news, but what he heard just now the assistants and the teams will stop the search for a wife who hasn't been found.

Angga's assistant and the Teams fell silent, all of them bowed in fear to look at his once more enraged Master.

Mr. Raditya approached his assistant and the Teams, telling them the search was not to be stopped.

"If you don't want to find my wife's whereabouts please leave here, I can still find her myself" Raditya said firmly.

"But, sir." said Angga's assistant.

Mr. Raditya looked at his assistant, this time he was disappointed at his assistant who was currently disobeying his orders.

"My wife needs my help now, Ga. He must be cold and hungry. Are you ready, yes?" said Mr. Raditya.

"But, Mister. The team also needed rest, they were very exhausted and needed more energy to find the whereabouts of the Moon Mistress. I know my actions are not following orders, sir. But you have to understand the condition of the Team also do not be selfish." explained Angga's assistant, he did not want to add victims to this incident. Enough bodyguards have lost their lives over yesterday's incident.

Mr. Raditya was speechless, Angga's assistant had a point too he should not be selfish they are also humans need to rest even for a moment. But, what he thinks is the current state of the wife who has not been found at this time. Whether the condition is still alive or otherwise.

"Sorry, Sir. If I am sassy. I think Miss Moon may now be---," yet her assistant said Mr. Raditya had looked at her sharply.

"I don't want to trust anyone unless I see it with my own head, okay?" said Mr. Raditya who passed, his mind was again chaotic added his assistant who said that. What might be feared by Angga's assistant will happen and hopefully that's just an estimate.

"Where, Mister?" sahut the team leader was a surprise assistant Angga who daydreamed after the departure of his Master.

"Rest for a moment and restore your energy first we continue again," ordered Angga's assistant who did not obey his Master's orders. Even if he who can be punished rather than have to harm the people.

The team nodded, he needed rest to recover his strength again to look for the existence of the Moon Mistress who was out of nowhere. It was quite difficult with that river.

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The old grandfather took the Moon to his house, he brought with him the help of passers-by around the river and on his way home to treat the wounds all over his body. His home away from the settlement village made the grandfather just take him to the simple house.

"Thank you, son," said the grandfather rather than the middle-aged man.

"Where's this lady's grandfather?" ask the grandmother who approached her husband who had laid the body of the woman who needed his help.

"Grandfather menu him by the river, Grandma. It was very sad with the wounds all over his body. We have to treat him." replied the grandfather who took the herbal medicine and concocted it for the poor woman.

The grandmother was like her husband, she was so sorry for this poor woman with all her wounds. The grandmother also helped to replace the clothes of women who had been soaked and a lot of blood.

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At his residence, Mr. Raditya approached his son who was being carried by his Papa. Ua sat with her glass face.

"Are there any developments about the Moon, Adit?" papah Haris asked his new son.

Mr. Raditya shook his head, he was reluctant to speak at this moment of his chaotic heart and increasingly broken mind.

"Patience, Adit. The moon must be found and returned to us" said Papah Haris who calmed his son with his glass, he pityed his condition that had just enjoyed the beautiful love of a woman who sincerely loved him and had to go where he was.

And now, this plump baby also needs the figure of a mother who must take care of him with affection. So sorry for his grandson must be left by his own mother.

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What should Adit do, Pah??...