LAST LADY

Chapters 126. The Difficult Position

That very afternoon Cytra was preparing to leave the mansion like that palace. His two children Putra and Sanjaya have changed clothes that are better for traveling. Two large suitcases were also packed into the trunk.

"Yet yes Mbak Ijah we want to leave. Later if Mr. Radita comes home saying there is no need to follow us to Bali," said Cytra with a very sad mimic.

"Don't wait for the Master to come home, Madam. Ijah was afraid that you would get angry, "the housekeeper looked nervous.

"Don't be afraid Ma'am, just say so. Oya, all of you tomorrow ask permission to the school, Putra and Sanjaya are not able to leave because there is a family need."

"But Madam...Why is Madam in such a hurry to leave?" My mother looked more nervous.

"Yes, Ma'am. Later we miss the plane" said Cytra and left Ijah at the door still dumbfounded to see Cytra and her two children leaving suddenly

"Come Mr. Ob way.... To airport!"

Cytra's luxury car then drove slowly.

Cytra hopes Radita does not catch up with him to the airport and keeps him from leaving his home. Because he knew Radita was in a difficult position. Letting Cytra go means reneging on her own promise to marry him.

Cytra deeply regrets the attitude of Vionita who still holds a grudge. His mother's actions are like revenge for his actions in the past.

The car he was riding in Cytra had already driven on the highway leading to Soetta Airport. While Radita is still at Aunt Mira's house. Vionita with beautiful words and seduction is able to make it remain entrenched in the house of Aunt Mira.

Vionita can read Radita's feelings. Although in front of him he looked calm as if nothing had happened, but his heart must have been rumbling thinking about Cytra.

There was actually a feeling of pity tucked into Vionita's heart. But that love has taken possession of his entire brain and heart. Regardless of his actions have violated ethics, he has the right to enjoy the love with Radita.

"Now what else do you need to explain to Cytra, he's seen for himself. You prefer me, your old love, to her former stepmother," Vionita said, holding Radita back.

"But you're also my former stepmother. Now I'm really in a strange world, one that prioritizes love over others. I don't know what our grandchildren will say. Whether we are good parents or not."

"There's still a chance to improve each of us."

"Repair how? The situation is now very complicated. I'm like getting simalakama fruit that is eaten or not eaten will just make my stomach hurt, my head is dizzy."

"Then take me and Cytra as your wives."

"Crazy! That's a very rare thing to happen in this world. Many men have two wives. But none were both former stepmothers. I'm the only one who's willing to do such a fool."

"Are you sorry you loved me and Cytra?"

Radita was silent to the question she could not answer. "I'm sorry why such a sensitive speech release," he murmured.

"No. I'm not disappointed" he said later.

"Why do you feel stupid loving us?"

"I mean sometimes love does not have eyes and brains" said Radita ngeles.

"And his name is stupid."

"Yes, that's okay, but that doesn't mean I'm disappointed. I was well aware of what I had done and realized the risks I had to face."

Hearing that Vionita hugged Radita tightly.

"You've changed a lot compared to before. I'm happy to have a husband who isn't afraid to take risks and is willing to take responsibility for his actions."

Radita smiled in her heart. Smile of a repented playboy. It is natural that in his behavior there is still a little misstep.

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The morning was very bright in Denpasar. Cytra, Putra and Sanjaya have finished bathing and are dressed neatly.

Mr. Ob, who had arrived in Bali in his luxury car, waited patiently for Cytra in the hotel lobby.

"How, Mr. Ob. Are you ready?" said Cytra who came to the middle-aged man by holding his two children.

"Had Madam. Do the kids want to be taken to the office?" ask Mr. Ob.

"Yes. Danger of being left in a hotel alone."

"It's okay, Madam. I have a nephew living here. Let the children rest at my nephew's house."

"Didn't bother Mr. Ob. The situation is safe, sir," Cytra was worried.

"Forgive. My niece also has children their age?" replied Mr. Ob reassuringly.

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"Ok, then we go to Mr. Ob's nephew's house first. To his office later after the children feel comfortable living there," said Cytra want to know the situation and conditions first.

They then walked to the parking lot where Cytra's luxury car was parked by Mr. Ob.

"Where's work?" cytra Taya.

"Don't know. Because the trade is various," said Mr. Ob straightforwardly.

Not how long it took the car to get into a big house was quite luxurious. Cytra was surprised to find that his personal chauffeur's nephew was a great person.

"Why Mr. Ob choose to be a driver. Not working with his nephew?" cytra asked while observing the mansion.

"It's not good to work with your own brother, ma'am."

"Rubber, Sir. It feels like a burden and not free to work in your own place," said Cytra confirmed the opinion of Mr. Ob.

They then entered the house.

The host's welcome was very familiar with Mr. Ob. When she saw Cytra and her two sons, the male host was slightly stunned by Cytra's beauty. While the host woman immediately greeted Cytra and her children.

"He's my boss, Mrs Cytra. And this is his eldest son Son, and this little one is Sanjaya."

"Waduuh saucy. I'm Winar OM Obi's nephew. And this is my husband Yanu. Let's just sit inside" Winar invited.

Cytra complies with Winar's invitation to go inside with his children. While Yanu returned to the living room to meet someone.

Cytra briefly looked at the guest and seemed to recognize his figure.

A while Cytra chatted with Winar. Telling the obstacles brought the children to Bali.

"It's okay they're left here. My son is coming home soon. Still the same age as Putra, still first class SD. Name's Boy. Funny also his son like Putra and Sanjaya," Winar told me.

Cytra just listened to the host talk. His mind was fixed on the figure of a handsome man sitting in the living room quietly and smiling at Cytra.

"You're busy trading, Mom?" ask Cytra.

"Yes, it's been busy. Today the tumben is at home, because there is a guest business partner from Jakarta."

Cytra looked at his business partner. There was no such face. "Who is he. How it feels so familiar to me" muttered Cytra.

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