Little Concubine Chairman BEM

Little Concubine Chairman BEM
Chapters. 35. Past Times



Laila and Fauzi drive back to their house in a car, Fauzi runs his car at medium speed.


"So I managed to get to class faster than anyone else, I'll call mom and dad" Laila said.


"Do you want to go home, baby ? if he's tonight we can leave. You can stay there for a few days." replied Fauzi.


"Is brother serious ?" asked Laila excitedly.


"Yes dear." replied Fauzi with a smile and pulled Laila to lean on him.


"So I want martabak" said Laila when she saw the martabak seller on the side of the road.


Then Fauzi stopped his car while Laila immediately got off when the car had stopped.


"Who is the owner of the car ? wasn't that the car that was carrying strangers in my parents' house ?" inner Fauzi.


Then he immediately contacted someone to find out who the owner of the car was and what his purpose was so as to supervise and visit the heritage house of his parents without being invited.


"Who's brother did you see ?" asked Laila while observing the surrounding environment.


"Don't love, it's like you know the car, but you forget" Fauzi replied, then he immediately put the car back on.


"Darling why do you like martabak so much ? usually, children your age will like food that is more trendy or food that smells foreign." asked Fauzi.


"Entah Laila is also confused, if you see her innate martabak so hungry." replied Laila while devouring martabak in her hand.


"Aren't you going ?" ask Laila again.


"Make Laila alone." replied Fauzi.


But Laila instead feeds Fauzi, he bites martabak and also feeds her husband. Both of them enjoy martabak while joking.


And it did not feel like they had arrived in front of their house. The two then went down and immediately went inside the room to clean themselves up before taking a break.


"Honey, sleep later tonight we will go visit our parents in Bandung" said Fauzi while hugging his wife's body from behind.


"Are you serious ?" laila asked as she turned her body to face her husband.


"Dear dear, big brother is serious." replied Fauzi gently.


Then the two lay down, Laila looking for the most comfortable position on the husband's chest. Until he fell asleep.


While Fauzi, slowly got up and left Laila who was sleeping soundly. He then went out and looked for Sumi's bik to prepare souvenirs for her in-laws.


After that, he dry-entered his work to ensure that his company was in a safe condition.


"Master, can I come in ?" rian asked while knocking on the door.


"Come in !" answer Fauzi while tidying up the files.


"My master has found out who the owner of the car that you sent earlier" Rian said as he sat in front of Fauzi.


"Say in detail !" answer Fauzi.


"I'm sorry before, sir. The owner of the car is your late father." replied Rian.


"Don't joke Rian !" fauzi said as she stared intently at Rian's face.


"I'm serious sir, administratively the letters of the vehicle are on behalf of your father. But now the car is often used by Mr. Aditama's confidants."


"The first group is your in-laws and the second group is Miss Hana's parents who are the fathers of your fiancee sir."


"The purpose of the group is the same master, which is to look for evidence." explained Rian.


"Stuff of evidence ? what does it mean ?" ask Fauzi.


"For the evidence, I have not obtained your information, it's just that the evidence has something to do with your parents, your in-laws, Miss Hana's father and also the father of Mr. Rafik." answer Rian.


"Why is that ? what does this have to do with them ?" ask Fauzi.


"In a note in one of the old papers I found in the trunk of the car. The four of them were close friends and were the ranks of successful entrepreneurs of his time."


"And they set up a giant company in the country of France. But an accident happened to your parents before they inaugurated the company." explained Rian.


"You mean someone deliberately made the accident ?" ask Fauzi.


"That's what we should investigate, sir, and you can find out about it from your in-laws or from Miss Hana's parents."


"But you have to remember, whatever it is later. Nothing to do with Miss Laila sir, she's still your legal wife."


"You must take care and you glorify as your promise when saying your kabul sir." said Rian.


"Why do you say that ?" ask Fauzi.


"Both Mr. Aditama and also Mr. Aditiya, equally likely as the killer of your parents sir. It was proven they were targeting evidence stored by your late parents sir." replied Rian.


"You're right, Rian, I need to be able to position my wife as well as my parents' deaths and other problems."


"Please remind me if I'm wrong in making a decision later. And keep investigating this matter!" said Fauzi.


"Okay sir, then excuse me." said Rian then he passed by leaving Fauzi alone.


"What exactly happened to my parents at the time ?" inner Fauzi.


He closed his eyes trying to recall the memories of the past with his parents. A life full of happiness.


But everything changed when he lost both his parents. The happiness he felt turned into sadness and misery.


"If Mr. Aditama is innocent why he has never sought me all this time and if Mr. Aditiya is innocent why he treated me like a slave back then."


"And Rafik's parents why did he behave like nothing had ever happened and be foreign when he visited me at that time ?" ask Fauzi lirih.


"Dad, Mother where exactly are your bodies. Has your body not been found yet ?"


"Who is buried in the cemetery ? Who should I trust ?" fauzi asked as she shed her tears.


He slowly got up and walked towards his room, where Laila was still sleeping in the same position as he left.


He gently rubbed his wife's hair while lying nearby, he looked at the beautiful face of his little wife.


"Darling why does everything have to be like this ? how could our fathers know each other and have something that we never knew about ?"


"Why is that all I know, when we are legal to be husband and wife ? I'm afraid our parents' past will have an effect on our relationship" Fauzi said.


Then he hugged his wife's body tightly, a very chaotic feeling in his heart slowly turned to peace as the warmth of the wife's body in his arms spread to the deep recesses of the heart.