Infidelity, My Husband And Friends!

Infidelity, My Husband And Friends!
Chapter 11



Different things with in Randi's company, he just kept stepping into his room without ignoring Vini who was raving behind him.


"Fer, get in my room" Randi told his assistant.


"Well sir" retorted Ferdi obediently.


Then the two of them entered and with shamelessness Vini also entered into the room Randi.


"Mas, why are you even angry at me?" snapped Vini in annoyance.


Brakes.


"Shut up, Vini" snapped Randi full of emotion.


"You've eliminated an important investor in the company, in a few hours our company will be on the verge of bankruptcy" Randi shouted with mounting anger.


Deg.


Vini's heart seemed to stop when she heard the words of Randi, her husband.


"Sorry sir, what happened?" ask Ferdi confused.


Heh.


Randi gave a rough breath, he then sat on the sofa with a rub of his face.


"Mr Ipan canceled our cooperation contract, I'm afraid he will stop being our investor, Fer" Randi explained with frustration.


"How come? He is an important investor of ours, sir" Ferdi said with a surprised face.


Randi then recounted the incident that he had experienced and resulted in him losing an important investor.


Ferdi could only sigh, he was sure that Vini's nature would be seen if he was married to Randi.


"Very different from Bu Pomegranate" Inner Ferdi sneered.


Ferdi chose to leave, he would rearrange the schedule of the meeting together with Ipan. He was also very regretful that if it was true this company would go out of business.


After Ferdi's departure, Vini approached Randi who was still kneeling his temple.


"Come, Vin. I just want to be alone first" said Randi when he knew Vini would be sitting next to him.


Vini sighed harshly, with a bad feeling she then walked out of Randi's room.


"Just yesterday you were my wife did it, why is she so different from Pomegranate. Pomegranates are even very graceful, gentle and always friendly to anyone" Randi murmured resentfully.


"Haih" her growled again.


Randi decided to work on the files on the table alone, he was very lazy if he had to get out of the room let alone his bad mood.


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-Tokyo, Japan.


Pomegranate and Raka have for several days occupied a minimalist house that is right across the Airport, somehow Pomegranate wants to live there.


Pomegranate also opened a restaurant business with the help of his two servants, he bought a shophouse not far from his House to make a restaurant.


The restaurant is still in the renovation stage and is likely to open next month.


Raka has also started to enter a superior school there because Raka's intelligence is above average.


"Ma, Mama" called Raka when she arrived from school.


"Yes, Son. Mama in the kitchen" cried Pomegranate.


Raka with a quick step she approached the Mama, she will give a surprise to Mama who she loves the most.


Grep.


Raka hugged Pomegranate tightly, she was even very reluctant to let go.


"Mama is my great woman, I will take care of Mama with my own life" Raka said.


"Look, Ma" said Raka, showing him a piece of paper.


"Oh my God, son. Why did you graduate like this? When's this?" pomegranate asked when he saw the paper stating that his Son graduated and went to junior high school with good grades.


"When Raka first entered school yesterday, Ma. And coincidentally there is socialization from the school, Raka just come with the scholarship track" he replied lightly.


Pomegranate smiled, she immediately embraced her Son's body affectionately.


"Ma, Raka will go to the highest school possible and allow Raka to get a scholarship in every school that Raka wants to go to?" pinta Raka gently.


"Dear dear, Mama will support your every wish. Wish you success and more than Mama and Papa yes, son" Pomegranate reply sincerely.


Raka nodded, she would set up her own company just for the Mama. He did not want his mother to continue to be insulted by the Papa.


"After Raka grew up, Mama no longer need to work. And if tomorrow there is a man who loves Mama sincerely, then marry him" said Raka so mature.


"Son, Mama has had enough with you" Pomegranate reply was very moved because his Son was able to think mature.


"Ma, one day I will also have a family and before that time comes I want Mama to be there to accompany" said Raka smiling.


Pomegranate nodded her head, she then hugged Raka back full of haru and pride.


"You're Mama's proud son, son" Inner Pomegranate.


Then Raka goes to her room to change clothes, she also always spends her time in the room just to play laptop.


"Madam, what Den Raka said is true" Bi Sri said to Pomegranate who was sitting in the dining chair.


"May my aunt suggest?" asked the middle-aged woman with her gentle gaze.


Pomegranate just nodded her head, she then asked her servant to sit beside her.


"You are a strong woman, a smart woman and also smart. Don't stay at one point, get up and get up. What is said by Raka is right, if someday there is a man who likes and loves you sincerely then welcome it well" explained Bi Sri.


"Make your life happy and Raka will be happy if you are happy, son. Aunt do'a hope you will get happiness doubled" he said again with a smile.


Pomegranate very haru, he then hugged the body of Bi Sri who had been considered the mother by her.


"Thank you Bi, I'll open a new page if that day comes. I also might need the figure of the Husband who will be a father figure for Raka later" said Pomegranate.


"Yes then do not close yourself" Bi Sri replied.


Pomegranate nodded, she then wiped her tears and smiled sincerely at Bi Sri.


"Now continue cooking, Bibi will continue Bibi's work" said Bi Sri.


"Yes Bi, later in the afternoon we will look to Resto" Pomegranate replied.


Bi Sri only replied with a nod, then she passed to the laundry room where her friend was waiting.


Pomegranates themselves also returned struggling with the unfinished cooking he had cooked. Pomegranates cook Raka's favorite food with passion.


"Truely said Bi Sri, I must be strong and rise. Don't fall down which will make Mas Randi and Vini smile mockingly at me" muttered Pomegranate in full spirit.


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