LAST LADY

Chapter 90 The Will

We leave behind Deryll and Ibra who are busy with the secrets of their hearts. Now we see what Cytra is doing, or where he really is.

Cytra got off the plane and left Soekarno Hatta airport with two male assistants and one female assistant. In front of the airport two bodyguards had picked him up to be escorted to a luxury car in black.

The former cafe singer is sensual with a height of 170 cm. With a beautiful face Cytra Amalia became a figure that did not escape the attention of people at the airport.

"Where are we going, madam?" ask the female assistant after her entire entourage got into the car. While the two bodyguards who had picked up had also gotten into another car and prepared to escort where the lady boss was going.

"I want to go home and miss the kids" Cytra said, confirming her sitting position.

"Sorry, there is PT ANN that we have not verified. Do not we just finish today so that tomorrow we can centralize the activities of the entire company," suggested Mellany's assistant.

"PT ANN is easy to solve. I already know the condition, tomorrow we will verify it," said Cytra already deserved like a big boss.

Since this month he has been busy reviewing and verifying to a number of companies owned by Mr Morgant both in his own country and in Indonesia.

He had to do that because in the will Morgant wrote before he died, the deceased was facing severe problems in the management of some of his companies. Besides his house that failed miserably due to Deryll's cheating.

In the letter Cytra is asked to complete it without involving Deryll. Cytra was shocked when she read the letter. And it turns out that Morgant had prepared a number of company documents that were stored in the closet. Not only that the power of attorney made in front of the notary has also been prepared for the next step Cytra.

Cytra cried when she found out all that. Mr. Morgant loved her very much. And strongly believes Cytra can solve his company's problems. Regret him why on his last day came the unfounded cheap issue.

The black luxury car drove out of Soekarno-Hatta Airport. In it there is Cytra who has now earned the nickname Lady boss, as well as three expert assistants in their respective fields.

While behind the luxury car was following a jeep car containing two bodyguards. Cytra immediately got all the cool facilities when he called Manyy Morgant's secretary in Australia who is now his assistant.

"The Madam's house turned out to be big as well" Mellany said as the two-car entourage broke into a large house like a palace guarded by security officers.

"Not my house, this is the home of the late Mr. Samyokgie, my husband," Cytra said as he was.

Radita who happened to be at home saw the arrival of the two cars thought there was a big business guest. So he was astonished to see that coming down from the new luxury car was not a stranger in his family.

"This is Radita, Mr. Samyokgie's son. And this is my friend, Dit," Cytra said, introducing his assistants.

While the two bodyguards after getting off the car only nodded to Radita from a distance.

"Let's go in, please" Radita said, letting Cytra's friends in.

"Where is Son and Sanjaya I've missed you!" cry Cytra running inside.

While Cytra's assistants chat with Radita, Cytra chat with Putra and Sanjaya in her room.

"Whose mom they are. Om Morgant ko not coming, Ma?" ask the Son of the older son who is now five and a half years old. While Sanjaya who was born a year later from her brother, just a smile in the lap of her mother.

"Om Morgant is going a long way. So don't come" answered Cytra.

"Go far away, Ma. When's the son being invited to bathe in his pool again, Ma?" ask the Son again.

"Are you happy living in that house?" ask Cytra.

"I'm happy too, Ma" chirped little Sanjaya.

"good. We're moving into that house soon. You want to live with Mama there?" ask Cytra expectantly.

"You!"

"You, Ma!"

Cytra hugged her two children happily. His desire to live in one house with them is now almost realized. Just waiting for permission from Radita. And he will definitely allow a look at Cytra's current form.

That afternoon after a chat with Radita, three assistants and two bodyguards permit Cytra to rest at the hotel. Cytra lives with her children at home.

"So Ibra with a woman named Deryll came here looking for you. What is your business with them?" ask Radita.

"Why Deryll can be with Ibra. The story meets where they are?" Cytra was astonished to hear it too.

"Deryll said he was looking for you to Bali and met Ibra who knew your address here. So they came here together" Radita told me as it is.

"I haven't told Deryll about the will. Maybe Deryll wants to know what it is."

"What will Mr Morgant have?" Radita was interested to know.

"Before Morgant died he was actually preparing myself to solve the problems of a number of his companies. I just found out about it from the will. So this one month I solved the problems in a number of companies. Assisted by Manyany's secretary Morgant and a number of his men who had come," Cytra explained in detail.

"Yes, they explained the same thing to me. They praise your work. But why not involve his wife Deryll?"

"In the will Morgant asked not to involve Deryll. Maybe because they were divorced. Later if the business is done I will tell you. In my heart I will not ignore it. Because she was the first wife who still had the rights to Morgant's fortune. Even though they're divorced."

"good. I salute your good intentions."

"Then your next plan will be to bring your children, because now you are capable?"

"It seems that going forward I will be even busier than before. What if they're still here."

"As far as you are. Because they are your own children. But you need to know that they are the legacy left by Papa. I have an obligation to take care of him."

Serih Radita spoke so by chance Putra and Sanjaya rushed from the room to approach his mother.

"Mama don't go away anymore, Putra and Sanjaya want to be accompanied by Mama every day," the five-year-old complained funnyly.

"Your printer is like Papa. But Mama can't stay home, baby. You're working" answered Cytra affectionately.

"But the Son is afraid to be home alone if Mama keeps going" complained the Son again. While his sister is more silent while deflecting to Cytra.

"Here, it's night. Now you just take a break, yeah," Cytra and the two kids immediately ran into her own room.

Cytra smiled happily to see his son was now all smart.

"Cy, now you have to find a companion again. Ndak good widow. There will be a lot of gossip," said Vika along with the talk.

"Later slow down. Now I want to pay attention to my children first" answered Cytra honestly.

When married to Morgant, Cytra actually found a match to build a household. Morgant's face and posture are very similar to Samyokgie's. Like it makes no difference. Moreover, Morgant is willing to accept what is with the condition of Cytra.

Then there are more men who want to accept what is with the condition Cytra. Ibra. But ask for mercy. Playboy disease from the past until now is also not cured. Or it can't heal.

"What about Ibra. Looks like he still loves you. Do you still love her too" Radita suddenly said.

"I don't want to be alone first" Cytra said.

But in the depths of his heart, the deepest love is still stored that once existed. But the percentage is very small. Unless there is a miracle that could make Cytra interested back in him.

"Yes already. It's your right to determine your partner in the future" Radita said.

They then stopped the chat. Radita enters her room with Vika. While Cytra followed his children who had slept first.

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