Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapter 88. The Bramasta Family

“Barra enough! You don't have to dirty your hands on your happy day,” prevent Zain when Barra wants to return to blow.

“Jaga your mouth! Never insult and slander the young master's family!” threatening Barra who was ignored by Bastian.

“Listen well Mr Bram! I will not let go of your son just like that, anyone who dares to touch and hurt my wife and family, will I make sure I alone will destroy his life even his family!” threatening Zain made the atmosphere even more gripping.

“Wait for revenge from me, Bastian Bramasta! All the evidence of your crime is neatly tucked away in my people's hands, even your wicked deeds in the bathroom, there's evidence of the footage. Be thankful that I came in time, if anything happened to my wife, I will kill you with my own hands!” zain said and waved the war flag through his sharp eyes.

“Young woman you mean is my legal wife, and your actions were very despicable, let alone you want to abuse another man's wife!” zain continued and left the venue after finishing his sentence, he did not taste to meet the invited guests he had not been able to greet. His focus is now on his wife.

“Party is over, please let all the invited guests leave this place immediately. Thank you for your presence, sorry for the inconvenience that was beyond our expectations,” said Barra politely and regretfully.

“How is my wife, Mom?” zain asked after arriving at his private room at the hotel.

“It's been better, let him rest, Zain. Earlier mommy gave sedatives to him,” explained Ny. Amara.

Without responding to his mother's words, Zain walked up to the bed and sat on the edge. He stared at the wife's face, which still looked a little pale.

“Mommy stay first, Zain. You rest, let mommy take care of your wife tonight. You must attend the party tonight, they will definitely ask where you are if you are not seen there, let alone all your father's extended family present at the party,” said Mrs. Amara before leaving the room.

“I'm sorry, Honey. Sorry because you have to experience something like this again,” said Zain while rubbing his wife's face slowly and he stood up and grabbed the phone from his pants pocket and contacted someone.

“You know what you should do instead, Ali?” zain asked but it sounded like an order to the person listening across.

...*****...

In a large luxury house but looks lonely because no one is seen milling around it. But unlike a room in it, precisely in the living room that is so spacious, a middle-aged woman was hugging the feet of her husband who was rampaging.

“Basic child does not know himself! You stupid huh! Is that how you've been repaying your parents' kindness all this time, huh?” shouted Mr. Bram while shaking his waist, he was about to kick his son again but the wife always blocked him.

“Pa, don't hit him anymore! Look at his face is battered! Hasn't been satisfied since Papa beat him!” prevent Mr. Bram's wife with tears.

“Keep you defended him, spoiled him, so he grew up with his vices! Put where papa's face is, Bas! All your papa coworkers are there and see your depraved behavior! Ruined my life!” mister Bram shouted and looked up at his son who was sitting on the floor with his innocent face not far from where Mr. Bram was standing.

While Bastian just rolled his eyes lazy to hear the babbling of his father who had not stopped scolding him.

“Why is Papa angry with me? I didn't do anything outrageous, that jerk alone exaggerated his words,” elak Bastian with a calm face without his sin.

“Bastian!”

Mr. Bram slapped his right cheek on his son who was not yet conscious of his mistake.

“Stupid! Do you not recognize Mr Zain? What did you do to Mr Zain that made him so angry with you?” ask Mr. Bram in disbelief.

“Mr Zain? Did you mean Papa Zain Malik Ibrahim?” bastian asked to make sure his hearing was not problematic.

“You thought to yourself!”

“Jadi ... that man Zain malik? And ... What did he say? That Zahwa's his wife? Impossible!” elak Bastian and shook his head repeatedly refusing to believe it.

“If you are really harassing the wife of Mr. Zain, it's over our history! Everyone knows what will happen to the people who dare to touch his family!” enraged by Mr. Bram, he had not yet quenched his anger, his cell phone rang aloud preventing him from returning to scold the son.

“Halo, what's up Budi?” ask Mr. Bram to Budi who works as his assistant.

“A-what!”

Brak!

Mr. Bram fell unconscious after hearing the news delivered by Budi, seeing the incident the wife frantically tried to wake him by shaking the body of Mr. Bram. While Bastian immediately grabbed his father's phone to ask Budi.

“What did you say to papa, Budi?” bastian.

‘Young master, ZM Corporation canceled and withdrew all their cooperation against the host company Bram. This led all companies to cancel their cooperation with the host company Bram and some investors had withdrawn their shares in the host company Bram,’ clearly Budi repeated what he said earlier to Mr. Bram.

“Job! Can't you handle this? who owns the fucking ZM Corporation?” bastian asked in anger.

‘Obrahim family owned company, which is currently run by his grandson named Zain Malik Ibra-’

Tut's. Tut's. Tut's.

Bastian closed the call without listening to Budi finish his explanation, he then slammed his father's cell phone in any direction until it was split into pieces scattered on the floor.

“Job! B*jangan! Again Zain Malik! What a great old man it is!” gerutu Bastian was still upset because the girl he was targeting at that time apparently preferred to marry an old man compared to him.

“Bastian! Hurry, help papa you! Quickly call an ambulance!” exclaimed the wife of Mr. Bram who did not manage to wake her husband.