Prison Wound

Fourty one part

Raditya took Rama's cell phone, then he shuffled slowly changing his posture to half-sitting and leaning on the back of the bed. At first, Raditya's one hand was still busy massaging his own temple. However, a few seconds later, the man held up his seat. His hands nimblely erased all the photos he saw. His eyes began to redden, a sign of anger already pervading his soul.

The nausea and dizziness that had been dominant felt, suddenly disappeared. Raditya got off the bed, took the phone inside the nightstand drawer in a rough motion. He activated the phone and contacted someone. No hurt and anger could exceed his current rage. When he saw clearly how a man was piercing his wife's body in a state of not dressed.

Hearing a short story from Riena alone Raditya had already stifled his chest and slapped his soul. Especially now that he had instead seen firsthand the evidence of the abomination. Although only a portrait, but can make Raditya deeper feel deep regret because of his inability to take care of his wife well.

"I don't want to know, however, immediately take down all the photos uploaded on social media!" raditya orders the person contacted with assertiveness that is filled with anger. Raditya immediately disconnected the phone shortly after he heard the ability of his interlocutor.

After that, he was seen contacting someone again. "Prepare for a press conference in our office lobby. Invite all media to come an hour from now!" raditya's orders. Again, he cut off the phone.

"Mama and papa go first to Malang. Radit will soon be there after this problem is sorted out," Raditya asked as he stepped towards the bathroom.

"But, Dit ...." Retno looks bad. Although previously she and her husband had planned to go to malang, but left Raditya in his present condition alone, he also did not have the heart.

"Riena needs more mama and papa's support. Radit can handle things here alone. Just trust Radit."

Retno nodded slowly. It's a sense of pride in Raditya. Outside of his gray past story, the earnestness Raditya showed to improve himself was already at his maximum.

"We follow what Radit said, Ma. Papa's sure he already knows what to do." Rama hugged his wife's shoulder. Understand the dilemma of a mother when her child faces a major ordeal.

While Radit through his confidants moves quickly to deal with the problems at hand. Not so with Reyhan. The man was unable to move freely. In an instant the good reputation he built collapsed. Shares of his company suddenly plummeted at their lowest point as most investors immediately announced the cancellation of the cooperation. The guy looks so fucked up. He did not expect at all that anyone would dare to play around with him. What a pretty big guts. Not only did he challenge those figures that he did not know, he was clearly also raising the war flag on Raditya. Anyone who spreads a photo with a caption that confirms his vile deeds to Riena, will certainly not be left alone.

"Hows it? Do you know who did it?" ask Reyhan over a cellular phone.

The person he was in contact with was heard to give a little long information. Reyhan's face turned red. The man scooped his face violently with a heavy sigh. One hand clenched perfectly. Flowing with emotion, Reyhan floated his fist on the glass workbench in front of him. Fresh drops of blood flowed in between his fingers.

Reyhan called someone again. This time he asked for an escort on his way somewhere. He did not mention clearly where the place was. It's just that, the incense caught the sense of hearing Ramona's name called. The man walked out of the room without regard to the condition of his hands. The pain and blood pouring out from the wound on his fist did not prevent his intention to find a gap to save himself.

"Where is he?" reyhan asked the confidant who was waiting for one of his family's houses.

" It's in the back room, sir," replied the big, tall man.

Reyhan went straight to the room appointed by the housekeeper impatiently. "Now tell me, who's Rino?"

The figure of the woman who was sitting on a teak wooden bench with her hands and legs tied was immediately raised her face. The figure who was none other than Ramona-throwing a cynical smile as if laughing at what befell Reyhan at the moment.

"Can't you find out for yourself? Why do I have to ask until I get here?" This time Ramona showed her courage. For so long he waited, finally this moment arrived as well. One more step, he'll get his normal life back. Apart from Reyhan and also from the figure who has been putting a lot of inner pressure on him.

Meanwhile, at the same time, Raditya had reached the back door of the office building where his office was located. He deliberately chose to enter through the back door because the media was already lined up waiting for him in the lobby. Although he himself was inviting, of course he did not want his arrival to be immediately invaded with various questions.

"We're direct or what, sir?" ask the assistant.

"Yup .. once the press conference is over, I'll go straight to the police station. Take care of all the work for the next few days. Watch what I say later. And if tomorrow-tomorrow there is a client who asks, answer according to what I said. No more, no less." Raditya said so as he continued walking towards the lobby.

Meanwhile, Riena, who was walking into the kitchen with Rosyani, suddenly stopped her steps as soon as she passed the living room that Rinto usually used to relax watching news shows on television. Inadvertently Riena's eyes and ears caught onto the information that immediately caught her attention.

"Duh, your father is a habit. Why always leave the TV on like this. Waste of energy." Rosyani hurriedly moves to take the remote control, intending to want to press the off button. However, Riena was quicker to retrieve the object.

"Come, Rien. He said he wanted to make tomato sauce with cassava vegetables. Come on!" invite Rosyani to try to distract Riena from the television screen that is presenting the current situation of Raditya's office lobby which will soon start his press conference.

Ignoring Rosyani's words, Riena instead raised the volume of her television. "That's Mas Raditya. What was? Why did Mas Raditya have to accept the media into his office?" ask in the heart.