Mahligai Infidelity

- Expert Waris

After a long conversation in the car, and after Wulan felt calmer, he and Arkan went straight to the lawyer's office.

During the journey Wulan's eyes never stopped staring at the man beside her.

God still gives him a chance. A chance to be happy, a chance to continue living with loved ones.

Moreover, after all the bitter things that he went through, should he waste the love of the man beside him?

Wulan's hand touched Arkan's face gently.

“During this time I did not wholeheartedly give my feelings to the mass, considering the Arkan mas is Brian's cousin. All this time I have always been in doubt with our hibungan.” Inner Wulan.

“What's up?” ask Arkan while glancing at Wulan's face. He then refocused on the road ahead of him.

Arkan held Wulan's fingers with his left hand, he rubbed the fingers against his face. Wulan's hand felt rough, she had never felt this hand before.

“What did you do last year in those mountains?” ask Arkan.

“I, do many things,” replied Wulan.

“You hoe?” ask Arkan the origin.

“Sometimes I hoe,” replied Wulan while nodding. “The land in the mountain is very fertile, if not often in the hoe of the plant will creep up to the roof of the house,” replied Wulan.

“True you hoe?” ask Arkan not to believe it.

“The work is done more often by Buto and aunty, I just help them when nothing else is done.”

“My main task every day weaving mats. Our main source of income, every day I have to produce dozens of webbing to be brought to the market tomorrow,” he continued.

“And go around the forest looking for wood to make fuel,” said Wulan, a smile etched on the corner of her lips. “I even almost every day row a boat a few kilometers to the market.”

Saying that Wulan remembered Raya. Raya is very good at rowing. Behind beauty and gentleness, Raya is a strong woman.

Arkan pulled Wulan's palm towards his lips then kissed his palm gently. Pretty long Wulan's palm on Arkan's face. He rubbed the palm over and over again on his face.

“Mas Arkan what?” wulan asked smilingly looking at Arkan who was playing his palm.

“It can for face scrub gak?” arkan Canda.

“That's what? I don't like my hands like this?” asked Wulan with a pouting face.

“Like, pretty can be used to rub your back as well,” said again.

“Ishh,” hiss Wulan. He pulled his hand from Arkan's face.

At that time the car was pulled over on the sidewalk.

Looking at the manyun's face, Arkan Langung pulled the face towards him. He kissed Wulan's lips gently.

The longer the kiss, the deeper the tongue, the more it bursts into the entire oral cavity of Wulan.

Wulan began to have difficulty finding oxygen, the nose pressure turned sharp as if pressing on his nose. Their mouths are intertwined.

Arkan paused for a moment, the sound of Wulan taking a deep breath was heard. Arkan continued to slowly kiss his lips repeatedly.

Wulan's face was now flushed, her heart pounding fast. After the pounding had weakened for some time, now the pounding felt tickling his entire body.

Especially when Arkan looked at him and whispered, “from now on don't ever be far from me again,” the wind rippled about Wulan's earlobes.

“Don't leave me,” continued Arkan.

His words sounded like they were begging.

Wulan ventured to look into the man's eyes.

“I feel I have fallen in love again, fell in love both times with the same person.”

A hug landed on Wulan's body.

“We have arrived,” Arkan said.

A speech that awakens Wulan consciousness. It turns out they were on the side of the road. Right in front of a three-story building with the words Justice Law Firm.

Arkan rubbed Wulan's lips then smiled. He turned to the door and then got out of the car.

The door was open, his hands welcomed him out of the car.

Wulan's arm is held tightly by Arkan. Trudgingly he walked in through the glass door into the law firm building.

“Pak Cahyono is there?” ask Arkan to a woman at the information table.

“Have an appointment?” ask the woman.

“Already.”

“At the name?”

“Wulandari,” reply Arkan.

“Pak, there is Miss Wulandari want to go to the father's room,” said the lady on the phone line.

“Please enter, Mr. Cahyono is waiting in his room on the third floor,” said the woman.

The woman takes Wulan and Arkan to the elevator behind her. He helped push the elevator button and then passed from there.

Arkan and Wulan arrived on the third floor, Cahyono sir was already waiting for them in front of the elevator door.

“Pak Arkan, bu Wulan please come in,” greet sir Cahyono respectfully.

“Sorry I sent Bu Wulan who came here, because the explanation of the document is very much, I am also more detailed and clear because it concerns big enough money,” said Mr. Cahyono.

Entering the Room, an assistant greeted Wulan and Arkan. They sat on the soft sofa in that spacious and majestic room.

Then the assistant took out a laptop in front of Mr. Cahyono.

Mr. Cahyono began to describe one by one all of Brian's property starting from the house he lived in with Wulan. Brian has some large land in the capital that is made an office for subsidiary companies. Some villas in Bali, and in kalimantan.

Wulan listened to the words of Mr. Cahyono carefully.

After discussing a ship, several luxury cars and apartments now Mr. Cahyono began discussing Brian's deposit at several domestic banks.

“Total wealth Brian in the country reached almost 14 trillion.”

Wulan was a little stunned. All of Brian's total assets and savings were hefty as well, and Wulan would become the owner of all of those possessions.

“Pak Brian also saves money in country A for a total of USD 4.2 billion. As well as gold deposits worth USD 4.8 billion in the country C,” explained Mr. Cahyono.

Arkan was stunned, his eyes were round as if in disbelief. “Where did he get that kind of money?!” ask Arkan.

“Entah, after having had a financial crisis a year ago, suddenly Brian got up. He paid off all his debt. And his assets even increased dramatically after the incident. It's just that all his money is stored in countries A and C.” explained Mr. Cahyono.

“Then, Wulan will go there claiming money as his heir,” Arkan said.

“But money cannot enter this country. The money is the source is not clear,” said Cahyono.

“Of course, no problem. Wulan only needs to claim and then change the name of ownership of the money,” Arkan said.

Mr. Cahyono nodded. “True. The process should be completed within a year.”.

Wulan was still dumbfounded, he no longer followed the conversation Arkan and Cahyono sir. In his mind, where did Brian have that kind of money from? What is the money from drug sales? The warehouse on the island where Wulan was in parentheses at the time was the haram. Is Brian's business still running there?

There are still a lot of questions in Wulan's brain. Until Arkan and Mr. Cahyono finished talking Wulan was still silent not budging.

“In order to bu Wulan is not too busy, I will take care of the completeness of the letter and deliver the langung to bu Wulan. All signatures are back of ownership name,” said Mr. Cahyono.

“Iya sir, thank you,” said Arkan.

It didn't feel like they were in that room for nearly an hour. After being clear about the affairs and completeness of data. Wulan and Arkan left the building.

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TBC…