Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 115. Mahardika Family

“Short of time Miss Mahardika!” greet Zain with his sharp eyes.

“Tu-tuan Zain, what was my mistake to you? Why am I tied to this?” asked the woman in a trembling voice.

“What's your mistake?” Zain raised his voice making the woman feel even more frightened.

“You still ask what is your fault? Basic killer!”

“Killer? I-I'm not a killer!” the woman shouted and thrashed trying to escape from the rope that tied her.

Plaque!

Zain slapped a punch at the woman's face in front of him until the corner of the woman's lips slightly let out a red viscous liquid.

Just this time Zain played rough against women, usually Barra who takes care of everything. Either with Barra's own hands or using the hands of his men.

“Shut!” snapped Zain with a flushed face.

“But I'm right not a killer, Mister!” elak that woman.

“You have harmed my wife and killed the child in her womb, Rara Mahardika!”

Zain could no longer hold back his anger, his hands clutching firmly on both cheeks until his nails stuck into Rara's thin skin.

“Is-wife? Wh-who is your wife?” rara asked in surprise, she did not even know the wife of the cruel man in front of her that Rara knew as her father's superior.

“Do not fool you!” Zain takes off the rough grip until Rara is pushed and almost plunged backward if not held back by a nearby wall.

Zain then turned his body to stand straight back to Rara who looked very pale. Zain felt unable to hold back his emotions if he saw Rara's face and he was afraid of the absurdity and killing the woman.

“Tu-lord, I really don't know-”

“Zahra! Zahwa Zahratunnisa!” zain's reply quickly made Rara round her eyes wide.

“No way,” said Rara lirih in disbelief.

Zain turned his body back to face Rara. “What is impossible? She is my wife!”

“A-a-pa.” Rara could not say anything, her voice just disappeared like there was a big hand strangling her neck and holding her voice.

“You call yourself a friend? Weepy! Not even animals want to have friends like you!” Zain walked away from Rara who was still tied to another chair in the room.

“Ali!” call Zain to his assistant who was just watching with a few other bodyguards.

“Ready, Young Master,” replied Ali quickly, he understood what the master wanted.

“Bring them here!” ali's orders to his other friend.

The two guards came out of the line and left the room.

Soon they returned by dragging two middle-aged men with their hands tied back and pushing them to their knees right in front of Rara.

“Mama! Papa!” said Rara was surprised to see both her parents were in the forging with such a sad state.

“Rara! What happened?” asked Master Mahardika as surprised as Rara, she did not expect her beloved daughter to be treated like that, even Rara looked very messy.

“Rara, Darling. You're okay, right? Who would dare to do this to you, dear? Tell mama!” Mrs. Mahardika looks very worried about her daughter, the daughter they have been spoiled all this time.

“Why with your face, dear? Who would dare hit you?” ask Mr. Mahardika angry.

“Say who did it, darling. How dare that person hurt you!” shouted Mrs. Mahardika did not accept.

“I've hit him!” zain said loudly.

The couple looked back at the source of the voice, how surprised they were to see Zain sitting arrogantly in the room.

“Tu-lord Zain.

” say they along with choked voice.

“Master, what happened to our daughter?” ask Ny. Mahardic.

“Master, what's our daughter's fault? If I make a legal mistake just me, don't hurt our daughter!” please, Mr. Mahardika.

“Master, do you have the heart to hurt an innocent girl?”

“Enough!” Zain shouted making the two instantly silent.

“Do you want to know what the lady's fault is?” asked Zain sharply.

“Do not regret if I have told you!” zain's Perspiration.

The couple were quietly waiting for what their boss would say. With anxious hope they continued to stare towards Zain with pleading gazes.

“Killer!” said Zain sharply.

One word that managed to make the couple immediately lost their spirit.

“He has hurt my wife and killed my baby!”

Mr. Mahardika and his wife were at a loss for words, they no longer whined to forgive his daughter.

Mrs. Mahardika slumped to the floor, crying silently feeling herself devastated and feeling like a failure to be a mother to her daughter.

“A-what's true that Mr Zain said, Ra?” ask Mr. Mahardika to his beloved daughter.

Rara just kept her head down, crying regretting her actions. It would not have been the year Zahra was the wife of Zain Malik Ibrahim, if he had known it in the first place, Rara will think twice about committing Bastian's request for revenge against Zahra's husband who had thrown him in prison.

“Jawab, Rara!” mister Mahardika lost her patience, especially in front of her superiors.

“Sorry, Pa.” Only an apology can come out of Rara's mouth.

“Gosh! Rara! What kind of child has an account raised with affection, Lord?”

Mr. Mahardika wept lamenting his fate, he felt like he had failed to be a good parent. All this time they assume that their daughter is a good and obedient girl figure. But it turns out that behind them Rara grows with her wild association.

“Quite her family drama!” Zain was fed up with the sight before him.

“Tell me the truth if you want to live and save your parents!” threaten Zain's.

Steadily, Rara started telling me everything. Early on he gets incitement from Bastian when he visits him in prison and Rara trusts everything Bastian says.

‘All this is because of Zahwa, Honey! She and her husband framed me and threw me in this fucking prison! You must avenge me!’

Rara recalls Bastian's remarks, telling him that Bastian gave her the phone number of his acquaintance who would help Rara in avenging Zahra.

“So you get those photos from his acquaintance Bastian?” ask Zain to investigate.

Rara nodded her head, she still did not dare to look directly at Zain's face which she considered very terrible.

“Who is he? Quickly say!”

“Sa-I don't know, Sir. She is abroad,” replied Rara fearfully.

“Ck! Goddamnit! Brengs*k!” sullen Zain was upset