Paid's Son-in-law

27. What do you mean

Chandra got out of his car and went straight into the house. Chandra met her mother in her room.

"What's the matter Ma?" chandra asked after opening the door to Lady Belinda's room.

"A young girl came here to hold him accountable. Now the girl is in the guest room" replied Mrs Belinda staring angrily at her son.

Chandra fell silent and frowned, he could guess that the girl was Amel. Who let the girl in?, he thought.

Without saying anything, Chandra immediately left her mother's room, walking towards the guest room that her mother mentioned. Chandra's going to meet Amel.

"Amel, what the fuck are you ?" Chandra looked at Amel angrily, after opening the door of the room that Amel was in.

It could be that the paid woman was holding him accountable. Isn't every game paid for?. So how does the term comfort woman demand accountability?. Isn't that a risk, if you don't take care of yourself.

"Why Om?, is it wrong of me to hold this baby's father responsible?" ask back Amel, looking at Chandra with tears.

Amel had heard from Naomi that Hajar and Chandra had separated. Therefore Amel dared to go to Chandra's house, to conquer the heart of the man who enjoyed his body for the past three years.

Chandra's whining," You think I believe that's my son?."

"I know you want to be the lady of this house, just like the girls and women out there. And stay here, enjoy the service. And after the baby is born, leave this place without the baby" Chandra said.

Chandra went into his room in the house, and immediately laid his body on the bed choosing to rest, relaxing his hard-thinking brain with the puzzle of life he was facing right now.

"Murray !"

Chandra immediately opened his eyes which he had closed, and turned them towards Lady Belinda who was walking over to him.

"Who is that girl?, why did you let her stay in our house?."

Chandra sat her body down to hear her mother's question, then answered." He's my girlfriend Ma."

"So that girl was pregnant with your child?" mistress Belinda's face turned bright when she heard that she would have grandchildren, even from women whose origins were unclear.

"I don't know if she's pregnant with my son or not" Chandra replied casually.

"What do you mean ha?, you play women?" mrs Belinda's snarl arrived." It's worth asking to get married all this time you don't want to. It turns out you.." growled Mistress Belinda did not continue her sentence, anxious with her son who turned out to be silent all this time playing with women.

"Even getting married doesn't make me happy Ma" Chandra said, staring at her mother's face.

Chandra is tired, because his heart is in a heavy dilemma, thinking of two women who continue to fight over his heart.

Lady Belinda fell silent, regretting her actions that forced her son to marry the woman of his choice. Which turns out to be the girl from the conman family.

"Excuse me, madam. Misra's mother came and angered Madam, sir" a servant lowered her head slightly standing in Chandra's bedroom doorway while giving a report to her employer.

"Do you want that woman here?" Lady Belinda immediately stepped out of Chandra's room and went down to the lower floor of the house.

"Mother Misra asked Miss Hajar Madam" the maid replied following her master's footsteps from behind.

"The girl is not the daughter-in-law in this house anymore, so you don't have to call her Miss anymore" Mrs Belinda said.

The servant did not reply to his master again.

While Chandra who is still sitting on his bed, kneading his temple that feels dizzy. Thinking of the problems faced will be bigger and more complicated. His mother who did not accept Hajar anymore, and the family of Hajar who did not receive him again, added Hajar seems to no longer want to be his wife.

Didn't want his mother to fuss over a fight with her in-laws. Chandra decided to go downstairs.

"Where is my daughter?, haven't we returned your money?. Why are you holding my daughter?, why are you singing her?" todong Ibu Misra immediately when he saw Madame Belinda coming out of the elevator with a servant.

"Why do I hide your daughter who is not clear of her origin?" mrs Belinda replied, speaking very differently when she became the mother of Misra.

"Your son stole my daughter, and held her somewhere" said Ms Misra, who had been informed by Shakil's first-hand.

"Ma!" tegur Chandra who just came to follow, did not accept his mother used Amel to make Missra hate him.

"Chandra, please let go of my daughter. We promise not to bother you again" Ms. Misra pleaded with Chandra.

"There is no daughter here, go away" exiled Mrs Belinda. Not knowing what his son was doing.

"Chandra let Hajar go. Mending you pokus help Caroline to find your daughter" said Misra, forced to tell the big secret she had been covering all this time.

"What do you mean ?" Chandra shok and Mrs Belinda too.

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Get off in a taxi that takes her. Naomi stepped her feet hesitatingly into a star-rated hotel. After asking where room 310 was to the receptionist who served in the hotel hall. Naomi stepped into the elevator to climb to the highest floor of the hotel.

Naomi was very nervous and hesitant when she was about to knock on the door of the hotel room in front of her. Naomi already knew what purpose and work she would do inside. This was the first time for Naomi, but she did not dare to refuse the job her sister gave her. Because all this time his brother who slammed his bones to finance his life since both of their parents died.

My God, I know it's a sin, but if I don't obey Brother's will, he must be furious, he'll beat me up and throw me out of the house. Help me Lord, Naomi's mind is pecking at the door.

Naomi doubts whether she will meet the person she told her master's sister in the room. Because once trapped, Naomi's forever meal will be in a pit called comfort women.

Chequek!

Naomi's reflexes raised her head, as the door in front of her suddenly opened. Naomi rubbed her eyes, looking at the man standing in front of her.

"Come in"

Naomi shook her head.

"So what are you here for?" upset the man, seeing the woman in his message this time selling expensive.

"Sorry! if you know, what kind of work should I do?"ask Naomi pura stupid, even though she already knows her purpose to the hotel.

"Of course to comfort me" replied the man who was in his forties.

Kaburrr

Naomi was running but it was useless because the man immediately pulled his arm.

"Once Om" ringis Naomi keeps trying to take her hand off.

"Come on, I'll pay you a handsome fee later" the man persuaded.

Naomi shook her head, she changed her mind to get sucked into the world of comfort women. Let him be a badass for driving his brother out of the house.

"I've paid you dearly for your brother. So now do your job" The man forced Naomi into the room.

"Sir Om, I don't want to" Naomi rebelled, constantly trying to escape the man's grip. But alas, the man was much stronger, so he managed to pull him in.

"I beg Om, let go of me" Naomi, leaning against the door behind her, cried in fear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. You are so beautiful, I like you" said the grown man, as his hands gently caressed Naomi's face.

Naomi brushed off the man's hand, though she was terrified. Naomi felt disgusted at the touch of a man who was not who she was.

But instead of being angry, the man smiled sweetly at Naomi. Anxious to see the expensive selling behavior of teenage girls in front of him.

"I really like girls like you" the man turned his body to walk towards the mattress and dropped his body there on his back.

...I will destroy you Chandra, just as you once destroyed my family, Hahahahaha.!, the inner man laughed....