Look at Me, My Husband
S1. Chapter 57
“Good day, Madam. Introduce me Dennis Wijaya, the only son of Andi Wijaya,” said Dennis thrusting his hand, smiling sweetly at Mama Wira. Deliberately emphasis when mentioning the name Andi Wijaya.
Mama Wira limbung instantaneously when she heard the name Andi Wijaya called. The woman took a few steps back, her head throbbing. The world suddenly turned. Lucky Vira sprightly, clutching the body of her mother so as not to fall hit the floor of the house hard and cold.
“Mama is fine?” ask the hero, worry. Tucked into a stifled rage, looking at Dennis unfriendlyly
“Hmmm.”
Dennis smiled at the sight before him. Walk closer, again thrusting his hand.
“Mistress, are you okay?” ask Dennis to make sure.
Mama Wira flinching, her chest tight. Trying to win her beating heart. His eyes were heating up, dark clouds twitching on the eyelids.
“You .. true ... Dennis?” ask Mama Wira. Her tears were shed without being held back. The son he left 28 years ago is now this brave. Very handsome, with a high posture and his blastering face printed clearly on Dennis's face. Yes, the blue eyes are derived from him, it's not Andi Wijaya's eyes.
“Of course I'm Dennis, Mistress. The madam still remembers? I thought, Madam forgot the little boy who cried over your departure,” said Dennis, smiling wryly.
“Little child who tightly grasps his mother's hand. Hahaha ... Even the Madam left just like that with the black suitcase in hand. The madam never once turned her head when the boy screamed bitterly calling you mama.” Dennis reminded Mama Wira back.
“Since that time, I refused to acknowledge my mother's mistress. Until my breath is uprooted, I will not acknowledge Madam as my mother. So don't ask me to call you mama, sound sick,” Dennis continued.
Mama Wira smiled bitterly. Just about to touch his son's hand, but Dennis hits it rough.
“Sorry Madam, I changed my mind, I have no interest in physical contact with you. I came here just to make sure that Madam is really comfortable. Not short of money like the fear of the Madam decades ago,” Dennis quipped, smiling at the mother and child who were hugging each other in front of him.
Wira was visibly annoyed by Dennis' words. It was apparent from both of his tightly clenched hands. With the jaw line hardened, the woman released the embrace on the mother. Suddenly got Dennis's collar.
“What do you want? What's your purpose in making a mess here? Go!” drive away the Hero, push the rough Dennis.
“Wir, already. Don't be like this,” stop the mama, stop the clenched hand that was ready to float about the handsome face of Dennis.
“Ma, she's already overdue. I have to teach him a lesson!” said Wira, provoked by emotions.
“Do not, Wir. Let it go,” said Mama Wira, staring at Dennis with tears.
From the direction in the house, appeared papa Wira who was astonished by everything that happened. His wife was crying, standing up. Shock, shocked, it was imprinted clearly on the face of the woman who still looked beautiful in her old age.
“What is this?” ask him with a loud voice. Staring one by one, until finally stunned to look at Dennis.
“Finally the base of the problem has been gathered completely here. All right, let's start now,” said Dennis smiling cunningly.
“What do you want?” The hero advanced, defiant with reddened eyes. From the beginning he had seen no good in Dennis's eyes. Especially seeing the man accompanying her enter. Steady body with a high large posture, the look is terrible. Wira sure, Dennis' intention is not to visit well.
“I'm not allowed to sit? The words I want to say are too long. It took hours maybe even days to tell.” Dennis dropped himself on the couch presumptuously.
If Mama Wira is shaken, Dennis is not in good shape either. The mother, who had longed for her affection and affection for many years, now stood before her.
“I'm Dennis Wijaya, the only son of Andi Wijaya. The man that this damn woman left for money,” accuses Dennis. The aura of anger was evident in his last two sentences. Wreaking out all the past wounds he had borne so far.
Walking towards his bodyguard, grabbing the suitcase and opening it roughly. There's a pile of American dollars in there, filling the contents of the suitcase until it leaves no empty space.
Once jolted, Dennis threw the suitcase of money roughly to the floor. Because of the position of the suitcase that was accidentally opened, making the money out scattering. The sound of luggage hitting the floor sounded so loud, shocking everyone.
“What the fuck is this?” asked Wira, already unable to contain her anger anymore.
“That's for Mrs Wirayudha. Since long ago ..he thirsts for money. That's why I sent this money to make her happy. If it's still less, I still have a lot at home, Madam,” said Dennis, smiling happily when he saw Mama Wira hit.
“Im sorry .. mama,” said Mama Wira slowly, bowed and shed tears. Not daring to stare at Dennis, his son with Andi Wijaya. The poor man he left 28 years ago. Dennis was only 3 years old.
“MAAF?”
“You must leave papa only because the property and company of the Wijaya family fell into the hands of the breng’sek Riadi. Do you, Madam. You and Riadi make no difference! Equally thirsty for money, thirsty for power!”
“Once papa has nothing, you also leave papa. What kind of woman gave birth to me, what kind of woman my father married. You even left your little son. All my life I won't forget it, ma'am. Will not forget the pain you have created for me and papa!”
Mama Wira was silent. Crying and shaking.
“Papa was imprisoned and it was because of you. Papa still hopes that a cheap woman like you will return once she gets what is hers. Hope after the family company falls into his hands, you will return to him.”
“Throughout the years of struggling in the company of Wijaya, until finally not getting a dime. Riadi took everything without any leftovers. Even what belonged to Aunt Anna was taken all. Not a single cent was left by Riadi for papa and for me. Though they fought together and you damn woman .. what a difference between you and Riadi. Once you have nothing, you also go with your affair!” Dennis pointed towards papa Wira.
“Im sorry mom....” said Mama Wira, teary-eyed, sitting limp on the floor. Regretting all of his past mistakes. Tiring to obliterate that dark shadow, it now appeared again. Squeezing in the chest.
“Now the situation is turning around. If you and I lost you in the past, now you will lose your family, your descendants.” Dennis is seen walking out to summon the Goddess and Nola.
Before long, the Goddess appeared with a look of fear, holding Nola according to the order.
“What do you mean?” Hero pulls Dennis's clothes collar. The anger he had been holding back from earlier peaked instantly, unstoppable when he saw Nola involved in this problem. Although he is not too close to his daughter, but the instinct of a father remains in him.
“Let go of my daughter. Why did you get involved with Nola!”
The hero threw a punch right at Dennis' left jaw, a handsome man whose brother was none other than himself, slumped to the floor.
“Wir, no! He's your brother,” prevent the mama trying to hold the Hero who will send his punch back.
“Hahaha! I don't want to admit it as my sister!” Dennis rubbed the former Wira punch that felt pained.
“Nola, say goodbye to Oma. From now on, Nola will stay with papi. Enough we've been on the show all this time.” Dennis said with a sly smile.
“What do you mean? You can't do it. She's my daughter!” resolute Hero. Hurriedly took over Nola from her nanny's sling.
“Oh, on what basis do you say that she is your daughter?” Dennis wettest. Grabbing the map from his bodyguard's hand, remove the white envelope and throw the DNA test results of his and Nola's into Wira's face.
“Read clear, Nola whose daughter!” resolute Dennis.
“I did a DNA test clearly. In a recognized institution. Witnessed directly by the officer, a sample of my blood and Nola was taken directly by the official officer. The handover process is clear. Not a secret DNA test like you did by stealing a few strands of my daughter's hair!” with Dennis again.
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