LAST LADY

Chapter 101 Regret and Hope

The international flight just landed at 18:30. Passengers descend from the stairs. One of the passengers who got off the plane was Ibra. He walked alone without Deryll.

"Damn it! I have been fooled by the crocodile" he muttered as he walked out of Ngurah Rai airport. Then call a taxi to take her home.

"It's ashamed of myself that a man like me can be deceived" he muttered again in the taxi that brought him home.

Many women know who Ibra is. Playboy class snapper. His words of seduction were like snow monsters in the Himalayas. It can freeze the hearts of anyone who hears it. No woman can dwell if she has seduced.

But this seductive man just got his stone. Deryll only used her to get some of her ex-husband's wealth. His promise to live together in Australia with abundant wealth, it turns out only on the lips of the cute bule woman.

It is no longer interesting to remember his love story with Deryll. Now he came home empty-handed, heart in immeasurable pain.

"This is the retribution I must receive. The karma of my own actions that have hurt women so much" he said.

"Now what else am I going to do. Revenge to Deryll was no longer excited. There's nothing I want to ask him back. That woman has no love for me at all. Regret me why help her to trouble Cytra." Ibra continues to monologue.

When the taxi he was riding turned to the road that led to his house, suddenly from the opposite direction a car drove quite fast. The taxi driver turned too far into the middle of the road. So no doubt there was a pretty hard collision. Both cars were bounced to the left.

After the two cars stopped in their respective places, the taxi driver came out with a waistline. So does his opponent's car driver.

Ibra just watched them from the car. The two drivers were fighting. They argue over the cause of the accident. Taxi drivers are mistaken if the opposite car driver does not reduce speed. Even though it was on the road. While the driver of the opposite car said that the taxi driver was too late to the middle of the road mark.

The mouth is getting more exciting even has pushed each other's bodies. Seeing them fighting, Ibra quickly went down and broke them up. And the other car passengers.

"Lho, you're Ibra's son Mrs Andante!" the passenger of the luxury car.

Ibra also exclaimed because the passenger of the luxury car was Frans Seda. They met during the acquisition of PT ANN.

Seeing that the two drivers stopped fighting.

"It just so happens that we meet. Come with me and have a chat at the cafe" Frans.

"How do they matter?" ibra said pointing towards the two drivers who were still dealing with a stiff attitude.

"We are fity-fity. No one needs to replace each other. When it comes to the actual loss of my side that loses a lot," said Frans firmly.

Taxi driver received even though it looks still cobbled. But if you see the damage in a luxury car is indeed quite severe. The huge light that cost over fifty million was breaking apart.

"Let's get you in my car" Frans asked after Ibra paid the taxi fare.

"Where did you take a taxi and carry such a bag?" ask Frans.

"I'm new to Australia, Om," Ibra called Frans Om because he was much older.

"What business is in Australia?" ask Frans.

Because she knew Ibra was Mrs Andante's only spoiled and playboy child. There can't be any work.

"Other than that, Om," replied Ibra embarrassedly.

"Surely with girls, huh?" guess Frans.

"With the dong chick, Om. Time with the guy."

"Haha.... Great you!" exciting Frans.

Not long after, they arrived at a cafe. Ibra whose mind is in chaos, just according to invited to drink. Until not knowing how many slokis have been gulped with Frans and one other personal driver friend and bodyguard Om Frands.

"Ibra, what do you want right now?" ask Frans. Because seeing Ibra is a lot of daydreaming.

"I want to kill Deryll! He has disappointed me!" ibra is influenced by drink.

"Deryll Mr Morgant's wife?"

"Yes. Wife who's been divorced for cheating."

"But he has disappointed me. I helped you get Morgant's treasure. But once I can just be thrown away."

"Don't Cytra rule over his property."

"Rubber. That's why he asked me to help seduce Cytra. But wonder what. After Cytra shared some of her property, Deryll forgot her promise to marry me."

"Deryll is a sneaky. But you can still thwart Deryll from getting the treasure."

"How-to. Cytra had already signed off on the handover of some of Morgant's wealth to him."

"You go to Cytra and ask to revoke his decision before it is held in the shareholders' meeting forum."

"Is it not too late, Om?"

"Eat should be done quickly. Because the new shareholder meeting will take place next month," Frans said he knew that, because he was a member of the Morgant Corp company.

"Will Cytra revoke her decision?"

"If you can seduce him. Cytra was once close to you. There must still be a remnant of love in his heart," Frans more strongly seduced Ibra. Because there are other plans that have not yet been revealed to Ibra.

"I don't want to meet Cytra. I've let him down a lot" Ibra looks bad.

"That's why you need to meet her, she's sorry. If he's willing to forgive you, then he's still accepting your presence. Only then did you persuade him to cancel the granting of wealth to Deryll" Frans said, reviving Ibra's spirit.

The discussion with the influence of liquor lasted until late at night. Of course not just with liquor Frans persuaded Ibra. But also offers other delights in the form of comfort women.

****

While it is deep in one corner of Jakarta, in a mansion like a palace, Cytra and Radita are devising a plan for Putra and Sanjaya to accept Radita as her Papa.

During one week in Bali, Cytra saw her children so familiarly gathered and played with Radita. It was as if they were no longer as sister sisters, but rather like children with her Papa. Cytra was happy to see it.

"Are you sure of your choice to live with me?" radita asked as if she did not believe what Cytra had said a few minutes ago.

Cytra does not need to answer questions that have been asked by Radita several times. Because Cytra expresses his feelings not as long as they are spoken from his lips. But through careful consideration.

It feels too naive for Radita to repeat the same question.

"Why do you always question that?" Cytra looked at Radita's face seriously.

"I don't know myself. I feel like something's gonna get in the way of our plan." That speech is like complaining.

"That's a sign there's still doubt in your heart?" cytra.

"I have no qualms about marrying you. Moreover, the judge has knocked the hammer if I and Vika are officially divorced," said Radita.

"Is it because you still feel that I'm your former stepmother?"

"No! That feeling has been gone for a long time."

"Oh! Maybe you're not sure our plan to persuade the kids won't work?"

"I'm sure it will work."

"Then what makes you such a gambit?"

Radita.

The night grew on the porch of the house. Radita caught another strange feeling in her. Like a hunch. I don't know what will happen tomorrow morning.

Seriate