Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

Real Men

"I am what, heh! Answer correctly, don't make papa curious!" snapped Mr. Hardi impatiently.

The shrill voice suddenly made Tania and Andri gasped in shock even the heart of his wife Pak Hardi almost dislodged because of the clash.

"Pa, you're nothing. Don't shout like that, pity Andri.he just woke up, but Papa snapped at him. What if he has a heart attack and stays here for a while longer? Can you watch our child suffer a second time?" tegur Bu Tania while rubbing the chest of her husband's field.

"How not to scream, Ma! Your favorite son is pissing me off. Convoluted, but just say yes or no, what is difficult. In this case, papa becomes more and more convinced that Andri is the real culprit."

Bu Tania removed the hand on the chest area of Pak Hardi and touched the hand of Andri who was not exposed to the infusion needle. "Son, tell mom right now, is it true that you're the one who pushed a pregnant woman until she had to be rushed to the hospital? Mama wants to hear the truth from your mouth, Ndri."

Sighing heavily then gazed at the ceiling of the ICU room. "The accusation is true, I am the one who pushed the pregnant woman down. I'm doing it because he's been meddling in my personal affairs."

"Stupid! Whatever the reason, it is not permissible to harm pregnant women. What if it wasn't saved then? What are you gonna tell his family, huh?" Mr. Hardi's face flushed red, both hands clenched tightly. How could Andri do that to the weak. He was born from a woman's womb, but could hurt a creature called a woman.

Ms. Tania shook her head, not believing what her son had just said.

"Ndri, you must be kidding me, right? You're a good boy, maybe you could hurt someone" Bu Tania said with a look of disbelief.

"Good boy? Cih, he's a fucking kid who likes to make trouble. Do you not remember how many times we were called to school because of this son of yours. He fights in school just because of women. How humiliating!" said Mr. Hardi gave a murderous look at the prince.

"It's just a misunderstanding, Pa. Our son is innocent and in this case, Andri is innocent. That woman alone did the first thing to my son. Is that right, Ndri?" asked Bu Tania expectantly. His affection for Andri had closed the eyes of the woman's heart until she could no longer see clearly what was happening ahead.

Bak got a splash of rain water in the long dry season, Andri smiled thinly because his mother still defended him even though he was guilty. She was very lucky to have a mom who was easy to catch.

"Yes, Ma. I can't be rude to women if I'm not nudged first. I did it as a form of my frustration. Really."

"Bullshiits! Papa doesn't just believe what you say, Ndri. You could have lied to us, turned the facts so as not to be scolded by papa and Mama. But we will soon find out from the CCTV footage obtained by the police. That way we'll find out if your words were right."

'Shit! Why can I forget that the area is installed CCTV. Argh, what if Papa knows the truth. I can be beaten by Papa.' Andri lamented his stupidity for acting rashly, having pushed Queensha hard.

"In the meantime you are free to do whatever you want, but do not expect to escape responsibility. Even if your mother helps, you will end up in jail." There is a threat from Mr. Hardi's words. He will not let Andri free after almost taking the lives of four people at the same time.

Kudu feathers goosebumps, imagining himself rotting in jail for a very long time. The grapevine of news about life in prison again ringed in Andri's ears. The torture carried out by the senior prisoners made the man's face pias instantly.

"You take it easy, I will try my best to free you from the bars" said Ms Tania, trying to calm the prince. Luckily, Mr. Hardi had left the treatment room until he was free to talk with his favorite child.

Amidst the anxiety, Andri forced himself to keep smiling. Although the little heart doubts the ability of the mother, but there is no harm in believing in the woman who has given birth to him into the world.

"Thank you, Ma. Mom is the best mom."

Meanwhile, at the residence of Wijaya Kusuma, Ghani was sitting relaxing on the terrace of his parents' backyard. He was accompanied by Rayyan, his beloved father was sipping a warm drink made by a housekeeper. Occasionally engage in small talk, discussing about the hospital and Zavier's wedding plans that will be held one month from now.

"So Hanna really wants to marry Zavier, Dad? Don't let Hanna doubt her own decision."

"If you're not sure what father and Mr. Anwar are preparing for this wedding, it's a waste of time."

"Yes, who knows Doctor Hanna regretted her decision to marry my playboy sister. His record of women can't be beaten by anyone, including me, Leon, and Shaka. He's got more ex-girlfriends than the three of us."

Rayyan drew a sharp gaze, but Ghani behaved cuckooly as if he was not aware that he was currently being cared for so closely by his father.

"It's just the past. Anyway, now your sister's been converted. She has not dated anyone since graduating from high school. Being cut off by someone you love makes you aware of your mistakes in the past. Therefore, she promised not to date again even though many women were queuing up to be her lovers." Rayyan defended her second child according to information obtained from his wife and daughter named Zahira.

Ghani's mobile phone vibrates amid his activities to relax with his dear father.

Out of curiosity, Ghani finally grabbed the flat object and then shifted the green button until a heavy sound of someone on the other side was heard.

"Sorry interfering. Doctor Ghani, I would like to inform you that the target has awakened and has now been moved to the treatment room. The doctor also told me that if his vital condition was in good enough condition, it was only necessary to do a CT scan and MRI to confirm the severity of the injury in his head," said Yogi.

"Hmm, it's good that he's conscious. Now it's time for him to account for all his actions to my wife. Keep an eye on that jerk's movements while he's in the hospital."

"Okay, Doctor."

Ghani put the phone back on a round table in front of him. Smirk's smile was on the man's lips.

"What's up with Yogi? Has the person who harmed my son-in-law regained consciousness?" rayyan asked as she unintentionally saw a devilish smile on the prince's face. From the look in his eyes, Rayyan could see the vengeful gaze of his first child.

"Daddy's guess is right. The damn man was conscious. In this way, the legal process will go ahead and he will rot in prison for a very long time" Ghani replied.

Rayyan smiled with satisfaction at hearing that. When he heard Queensha was encouraged by the son of one of the company owners who participated in the tender auction for the construction of the hospital owned by the family of Wijaya Kusuma, he immediately blacklisted Mr. Hardi's company for not giving work to people who had harmed his daughter-in-law, Queensha. Moreover, the proposal given by Mr. Hardi was not in accordance with the wishes so that the father of four children gave the project to other companies, which are more competent even though they are small and pioneering companies, which are, but he believes the construction of the hospital will go as smoothly as it should.

"But you need to prepare another plan because I'm sure, their family is not that easy to give up. They must've justified all sorts of ways to free that bastard."

"Dad, take it easy, Yogi and I have planned Plan B if Plan A fails."

Rayyan. "Hm, great. This is the new name of a real man, defending the wife to the point of the final blood. I'm proud of you, and your three other sisters."

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