Reply Revenge Tuk Former

Chapter 19

For almost a week now Arga has calmed himself down at home, he also did not come to the store and chose to give authority to the Manager in the store for a while. That he did before going to Jodhi's party which he initially deliberately did to better enjoy his time there.

Cemetery that is done privately is deliberately done by the family, in addition to avoiding publications that highlight the life of his family.

And maybe there's another meaning Arga doesn't understand.

"Ma, sorry Arga," said Arga Lirih.

Arga still hasn't told anyone about his mother's passing. Arga is not ready, especially at the look of pity if he does not have a mother. Honestly Arga hates such a thing.

Geck..Geck!

"Den." The voice of the Asih bi resounded behind the door of Arga's room.

But no answer was heard. "Den." bi Asih now called and knocked on the door more loudly.

With a gontai step Arga approached the door of his room.

"What's the Grief."

"This is Den, from yesterday Mas, Jodhi calls Aden. He called again this morning. Same one more Den― "bi Asih paused his speech while removing Arga's phone from his pocket.

"This is Aden's phone from yesterday the sound continues from yesterday. Bi Asih wants to love you but, Aden keeps confining himself in the room."

Arga then took his cell phone in his own hand he even forgot the last time this phone was with him.

"That's Bi Asih, find it while in the hospital while Aden is crying while hug mom."

Hearing this, Arga's heart recalls the day she found her mother leaving her for good.

Arga then returned his smile. "Thank You Bi Asih."

"Yes Den, the food is ready. Eaten mumpung still warm." said bi Asih passed leaving Arga who was still standing in front of his bedroom door.

Arga then closed his bedroom door again, tapping his phone screen several times. But there was no response. He then took out his cell phone charger cable.

And sure enough his phone is in a state of complete death due to running out of power.

While waiting for her phone to charge Arga went downstairs to eat.

His stomach was hungry from morning yet filled with anything.

"Hi, Brother Arga."

Hearing the greeting from Arletta's mouth, Arga was silent with a flat face. I honestly don't have the energy to be angry.

"Sister, Arga wants to eat too" asked Arletta again.

"Yes," answered Arga flatly. He hoped Arletta would stop caring about him.

Arga who was about to scoop rice and some side dishes on the dining table, had to stop because Arletta who suddenly took food for him.

"This is my sister, the food. I poured the water too. Have a good meal, brother."

Arga who saw Arletta's sweet-ass and considerate behavior was actually very fed up. But Arga held back with all his might holding back all his anger.

"Thank you, your tumben is at home." Now Abian asked.

"Yes, again lazy out. Or Arga's sister wants to take me out."

Arga drew a thin smile line on his face. Arletta really is this amazing woman.

"May as well," chirped Abian casually.

Arletta who heard this smiled happily, because Abian had always acted as if Arletta did not exist.

"You this afternoon or tonight, brother," asked Arletta.

Abian who was chewing his food just stalling silently watching Arletta's expression.

"Em, just maleman. Lo can?"

Arletta nodded immediately. "Can you Brother."

"OK," said Abian and put the food back in his mouth.

After finishing filling her stomach Arga returned to his room. He wanted to check his phone first.

Arga cannot lie, after seeing Arletta he remembers with Bella. There was at least some guilt in his heart because he just disappeared.

When his phone started to turn on hundreds of messages came to meet the notification on his phone.

And Arga can smile happily, when there is the name Bella in the notification.

Without thinking long Arga directly stick his phone on his ear to call Bella.

"How are you. Sorry I was a little busy yesterday."

"Em, congratulations on chapter two. Hope it continues to be good."

"Bel, next month I'm going to Jakarta."

And the conversation continues. Arga could momentarily forget the sad feeling of losing her. Bella can always make it better.

Little more, Arga must fight for himself and for the woman he loves.

"Yes I'm closed. I'll call again" said Arga

Now he must rise up and execute his plan.

The night was approaching, Arga was dressed neatly in a suit combined with a plain white T-shirt and black chino pants. The shirt is deliberately not buttoned completely which of course adds to the relaxed impression of being also masculine.

"Sir Arga is ready." It was the sound of Arletta standing in front of Arga in her black tight mini dress that had a sexy look showing off well her protruding curves.

"It." Arga smiled faintly as he looked at Arletta's look.

Without shame Arletta just linked her fingers on Arga's arm. While Arga seems silent not to protest with anything with Arletta's treatment of him.

Entering the car, Arga looks relaxed behind his wheel. Split the crowded jalaran Jakarta. Actually, unbeknownst to Arletta, he asked his father and stepmother for dinner at a restaurant.

"Sister, where are we going?" Finally Arleta made a sound breaking the silence in this car.

"You have dinner" replied Arga.

From the tail of her eyes, Arga could see Arletta blushing in shame.

"Ih, Brother Arga fortunately I did not get the wrong costume" said Arletta in a flirtatious voice.

Arga suppressed his thin smile. "Let's be pretty." And now Arga returned for a moment to become a master seducer.

"False, Brother Arga."

Arriving at the restaurant Arletta did not release her arm embrace on Arga and after being surprised to see his father and mother sitting on a bench.

"Mama" said Arletta.

While Abian ignored Arletta's shock by taking a sitting position in front of the father. "Tumben. Take us to family dinner, son."

"It's not that Papa wants me to be close to Arletta and her Mama. I'm trying to open myself." There was an emphasis on every word Arga spoke, as if he was holding back the turmoil within his chest.

"It's good that you're finally conscious." Arga could see the happy face of his papa and somehow his finger gripped the spoon in his hand a little stronger until his nails turned white.

"From now on get used to also call me― Mama."

Arga just suppressed his smile hearing that word, if only not for some purpose he was completely fed up with this woman before him.

After the truth he knew that behind his mother's accident it was this damned woman. Arga's eyes had even turned red.

"Yes, I'll get used to it slowly."

"It's Laura, however, that's progress for Arga. You have to remember her mother just passed."

(His mother.) said Arga in a true heart rather than calling my wife, her father prefers that word as if affirming the existence of her mother has indeed been replaced.

In the middle of this quiet dinner. Arga re-opens the conversation.

"Pa, at that time Papa offered Arga to take care of the company."

Hearing that, Papa Arga who was chewing his food paused for a moment and gulped down the mineral water in his long glass.

"What are you thinking about now" asked the father.

"Yes, I think I'm ready for that" replied Arga steadily

"You should have decided that a long time ago. Rather than taking care of your little business. Come to the office tomorrow. I'll take care of your position."

"But, what is it is not too sudden," said mama Arletta who participated in the conversation between papa and this child.

"I can start by introducing him and put him in a strategic position first. Certainly not directly replace me as President Director. He's my son anyway."

Hearing that, Mama Arletta seemed silent. Obviously Arga has a position and an advantage over him and Arletta.

"Alright, I'll come to the office tomorrow. I certainly won't disappoint. Papa shouldn't have believed in your son." There was a smile of victory on Arga's face.

"Surely you're my successor."

And Arga swore he could see the face of Arletta's mother who was upset by her husband's words.

Even if you can have Papa don't expect you to be in complete control. Inner Arga laughed.