Love for the Heir's Wife

Love for the Heir's Wife
Chapter 100-Store Visitors



Elvira notices Dewanti who appears to be talking on the phone. Because he was passing near Dewanti, Elvira chose to wait for him for a moment to say goodbye to go to the office.


Until the moment Dewanti has put her phone back on the table, then she realized the existence of Elvira. “Eh, Baby. You from earlier?”


“Mm, not really, Oma.” Elvira replied as she sat beside Dewanti.


His eyes were round looking at a headline in the newspaper located on the table, under the headline there was also a photo of a location and beside it was a photo of a middle-aged man. Elvira recalled the moment of the incident, which almost made her heart detach from its place.


Dewanti then took back the newspaper he had put because he focused on talking on the phone. He realized Elvira had just briefly seen the news. But it can be a little relieved, because he knows Nevan must have taken care of this well.


“This is the work of his men Mr. Hasto. They just managed to raid the drug production house, which turned out to dominate the market in many cities so far,”, Dewanti said.


The council then pointed to the man's photo. “He was one of the recidivists who had run away, he was among those who netted many groups of dealers. But thank goodness it has been found, even in a state of death.”


“Iya Oma, thank goodness.”


“Oma was out of phone with Mr. Hasto for a while, he did like to ask news. He used to be very familiar with your late father-in-law,” said Dewanti.


Elvira seems to just listen and agree.


“Oh yes, you have communication with Gio?”


“Nothing, Oma.”


“She's probably been a little busy lately. Oma thought you guys were friends, loh.”


“Mm, actually not really.”


“Elvira, it's okay if you want to be friends with someone. Oma won't ban you. After all Oma thought Gio was a good man, he was also very polite and friendly.”


“Who? Gio?” Nevan's voice suddenly sounded from behind making them turn their head.


“Nevan, are you here Darling?” ask Dewanti who was astonished this morning like this her grandson has come.


“Iya Oma's. But wait, Oma was talking about who?” nevan asked could not save his curiosity, especially after hearing a familiar-sounding name in his ears.


“That, Gio. He was the one who helped Elvira back then. Oma has also met with him,” said Dewanti.


“Meet? When?” nevan asked again, increasingly curious.


“Oma deliberately invited him to dinner together, at that time you were still out of town.”


“What? So Oma had met him. Does Oma know that she-"


“Umm, Nevan!” Elvira immediately interrupted his words.


He already knows that Nevan is currently very upset and will definitely talk about the real Gio.


“Oma don't know who he is? She's the-”


“Nevan! You're not here to discuss anything with me, are you?” intercept Elvira who is now approaching him and looking for an excuse.


“What?” Nevan.


“Iya, not if we have to discuss something .. about work.” Elvira emphasized her words a little.


He beckoned with eye movements, hoping for cooperation from Nevan. The man seemed to be getting more and more clueless with the situation.


“We'll talk to you for a minute,” take Elvira while pulling her hand.


“Shortly!” hold Nevan.


“Udah come! Let Oma relax first enjoy the drink. We will not interfere with Oma,” concluded Elvira.


Elvira pulls Nevan's arm and forces him to walk out until now they are already in the terrace area of the house.


“What does it mean that you met Oma?” search Nevan.


“Not me, but oma asked for it.”


“Oh yes?”


“I did tell about the incident, I also did not expect if Oma even asked to meet him.” Elvira explained.


“Then why did you forbid me to talk about him? Does oma not yet know who she really is?”


“It ... Yes just don't discuss this. I don't want oma to know.”


“Not so, I just don't want this problem to be added runyam later.”


“Add runyam how? Wouldn't it be nice if oma knew about the sister?” discuss Nevan.


Elvira sighed. “Begini yes. Gio is his older brother, but he's not involved in his sister's behavior. He also apologized for the accusations, and I forgive him. I think he's a very different person than his sister. He's a good man."


“Oh yes?” Nevan's voice barely sounded happy, let alone Elvira being heard praising another man while talking to her.


“Iya, anyway I ask for help with you, do not tell oma ya about Gio. Please.”


Elvira pleaded with him with a look of expectant eyes and of course that left Nevan a little withered.


“Yes already, I'm leaving now yes,” said to Elvira, then she immediately headed for her car leaving Nevan who was upset by herself.


Nevan soon returned to the house, where she met Dewanti and sat down with her. Dewanti then showed the headline in the newspaper she had seen with Elvira.


Nevan looked relaxed as she read about the news, in the view of Dewanti it seems that Nevan has certainly known about it.


“Oma was quite surprised when Mr. Hasto told about the location of the shooting incident, which turned out to be on land registered in the name of Arkatama Group,”, Dewanti said.


“Oh that, I've received a notification from them about the TKP. Oma take it easy, everything can be overcome.”


“Nevan. Question Oma, when did you acquire the land? Keep going, for what? It was even a former playground that had been out of operation for a long time. Arkatama Group even has thousands of hectares of land that is much more valuable for business.”


“Actually, I quite liked the place,” replied Nevan plainly.


He did not even have a specific reason when he began to be interested in buying the land, just because the place holds memories for Elvira.


“Nevan, Oma not kidding ya.”


“Oma take it easy. If Oma knew, the place was once the most desirable recreational place before the manager was declared bankrupt. I've been there, the place is great. It's just that it needs to be managed better.”


“Then?”


“I'm sure the place has a lot of memories for people, I thought I just wanted to resurrect those memories. The location is also strategic, not far from the settlement. If managed well, it will also be worth the business for the company. After taking care of the licensing, I will manage the place.”


Dewanti listened to his explanation while digesting every word, there seemed to be no rebuttal from the look on the old woman's face.


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Elvira just entered the store and was immediately greeted by Widya. The woman immediately told him to sit down and wait for a moment, as Widya would make a drink for him.


Not waiting long, Widya immediately returned with two cups of drinks. Although Elvira has forbidden her that her mother should not bother, but it seems Widya just wants to show her affection and attention.


“If your sister has left to teach, there is nothing to bother Mom. No problem Mom is a little bother for second daughter Mom,” joked Widya.


“Yes, from now on I think I will often trouble Mom, deh.”


“Oh yes, Elvira. Sorry I interrupted your time, for telling you to come.”


“Yeah, I'm telling you that? It doesn't matter whenever Mom wants me to come, I will always try my time for Mom.”


Widya smiled at him, she felt like she had just found a new life, because Elvira was by his side again.


Widya had pondered a lot after what she found that day, she could not hide anything from Elvira. Widya will explain all the things she has never told before, which she has been silent about the late mother Elvira.


“Elvira, actually there is something I want to say,” Widya said sounded hesitant.


“What's up, Mom?”


“About ...”


Someone looks new into the store, and immediately a welcome greeting from one of the store employees.


Widya who was about to say suddenly restrained, because her attention was quickly diverted to the store visitors.


His eyes were round in disbelief, his tongue immediately felt stiff looking at that face.


Elvira felt strange seeing her mother's behavior, which suddenly changed as fast as the wind, like seeing something shocking.


Elvira then followed the direction of Widya's view, she was also quite surprised to be made after seeing who came.


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