Not the Choice Son-in-law

Not the Choice Son-in-law
chapter 176's



Fathan looks disappointed but he doesn't give up, as he believes the woman he's looking for is the son of one of his bosses.


He was looking for information about the child from Adit, and suddenly Fathan frowned when he saw a photo of Nia child from Adit.


"Hais, why again a photo of Mr. Adit's son when he was a child anyway," muttered Fathan.


He put his phone back in his pocket, and when he was focused on entering his phone.


He accidentally hit someone. "Sorry ... Sorry," said Fathan, looking up at the person he hit who turned out to be Arka.


"No, no patience" Yuda protested.


"I'm sorry Mas, Brother, I'm not focused anymore" Yuda told Fathan.


Fathan nodded as he glanced at Arka, so did Arka he stared with dislike applied to Fathan.


"Abang, what the hell are you doing here?" ask Yuda while following Arka who started to continue her steps.


"I want to see Papah, and Om Adit, I want to refuse this marriage" replied Arka.


Fathan, not far from there, heard the conversation of Arka and Judah.


'fuck? is that man the son of Mr David? ah yes, it's not like I've met him at Pak Bayu's house, and then Mr. Adit, said that Arka and Ayarra's relationship ran aground because of his son, God be the woman I'm looking for whose child?' inner Fathan.


'the son of Mr. Adit or his younger brother.' Fathan is back.


"I have to quickly find out, if the woman is the son of Mr. David, maybe it's okay, but if the woman is the son of Mr. Adit?" muttered Fathan.


Then, he went back to continue his steps. 'i'll find out later,' Fathan's mind.


***


Elsewhere, more precisely in the house of Bayu. Ayarra was tidying up her clothes because the next day she was going to Germany to meet Indra.


Ayarra's departure coincided with the marriage of Arka and Nia. Ayarra did not want to hurt her heart any more than this, because of seeing the marriage of the person she loved.


Just heard they were going to marry Ayarra's heart was like slashed sembilu, what else if she had to see them together.


It was impossible, hence Ayarra decided to leave and would return once her heart was ready.


Ayarra packed her things by occasionally wiping her flowing tears. Yes she cried in silence, how not, anyone would definitely cry because their loved ones could not she have.


Ayarra who heard Angel calling her instantly wiped her rough tears, as she did not want Angel taun if she was sad.


"Yes Mah?" sahut Ayarra's.


"Honey, Mom, want to ask you one more time, are you sure, son?" ask Angel.


"You've been crying hm? why darling? Are you sad because of Arka and Nia? if you don't want to go then don't go, stay here with Mamah and Papah." Angel asked again because he saw the rest of the water in Ayarra's eyes.


"Well, I don't know why" said Ayarra smiling.


"Honey you don't lie to Mamah, you know that Mamah, this is the person who gave birth to you, of course Mamah knows," urged Angel but still Ayarra shook her head.


"Well, I'm sad, but just a little. It was also because I was impatient," Ayarra replied.


"Yaudah is up to you, but later if there you need anything do not forget the phone Mamah or Papah yes," Angel message.


"Yes Mah, definitely. Thank you Mah, for allowing me to go to Germany." Ayarra thanked Angel for being let go.


"Yes, baby, but, do you want to come to their wedding?" Angel asked again, making Ayarra's activity in packing her clothes stop.


"I will not come Mah" replied Ayarra then resumed his activities.


"Alright, because it's better" said Angel.


"Yaudah Mamah, come down first! once everything is in order don't forget to come down we have dinner together ok!" After saying that, Angel left.


After Angel left, Ayarra who had been holding back her grief immediately cried bitterly while remembering her memories with Arka.


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