Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Naas Day

EVERYTHING MUST BE ACCOUNTABLE

"Hows it? Is it real?" A man asked another man what he had brought to him.

The man in the suit laughed lightly, his face clearly mocking and fooling him who gave what was in his hands.

"I know very well how it is shaped, it is definitely fake. Some are taking advantage of the current situation to take advantage of this all. Had you not come to me, maybe they would have thought this was real" he said, developing a smile on the lips of another man.

"I've found out before there's no way I've come to the wrong place" he said confidently.

"I know .. I know, a Harith can do anything he wants to do. Who doesn't know you, someone who will peel a case completely to its root." He chimed.

Uncle Harith smiled, taking pride in himself. He glanced at the letter in the hands of his interlocutor.

"This signature is fake, and this power of attorney is also fake. I know very well how the signature form of Miss Sarah. Ever since he came to this city, I've always helped take care of everything he needs. Especially regarding this factory," he said, handing back a letter obtained from Ain to Harith's uncle.

He took something from the drawer, and showed it to Uncle Harith.

"Mother Sarah never left behind giving this one detail on each of her signatures. Trivial indeed, but now I know what it does. This is all to distinguish his real and fake signature because his signature is very easy to copy."

Uncle Harits looked carefully. Almost no different, only on the original signature of Sarah there is one detail that is never left behind. Uncle Harits smiled, he had already guessed that. Luckily, Harith's uncle investigated in advance about people who had been in direct contact with Sarah and Nadia.

All of that eases the way in solving the case that befell them.

"Thank you, you are very reliable. Sarah didn't pick you wrong and made you her confidant." Harith's uncle took the letter and gave it to the man who had obtained it.

"Do your duty! Come at the right time. I want to skin them alive!" tell Uncle Harith to him.

The man took the letter given to him while nodding his head for sure.

"Well, excuse me!" Uncle Harith left the notary's office and went to a construction site. He rented two heavy equipment that he would take to the cottage owned by Ikram.

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Uncle Harith calmed Nadia down, the woman was still crying weakly in her arms.

"You just get in the car, let me solve this!" Uncle Harits opens the car door, and helps Nadia to sit down.

The woman was still crying, as much as she could. Her lips were endlessly calling out to Sarah and her papa. Nadia was really devastated after knowing this. Uncle Harith closed the door of the car whose window he opened on purpose.

"Basic impostor!" shouted a man whose hair was gray. In his hand carried the letter he held on to two people on the porch of the house.

Ain stiffened, the puzzled Ikram now.

"Female trickster! Give me back my money!" he shouted again as he continued to step closer to Ain.

Ikram turned his head to the side of the body, glancing at his wife who suddenly turned pale eloquently. Ain's lips trembled, sweat began to fall soaking his hijab. He knows the man. He's the one who gave DP money to buy Nadia's factory.

Uncle Harits smiled, the time has come for the most anticipated show. He crossed both hands in the stomach while leaning his body on the body of the car.

The newly arrived man carried a clear wrath on his face. He's really angry. The puzzled creed, immediately standing before Ain made himself a shield for the woman. He was afraid that the foreign man would use violence against Ain.

"Give me my money! The letter you gave me was fake! You want to trick me!" He slammed the paper and stepped on it with emotion.

"What's this about? What money does he mean, Mi?" tanya Ikram glanced at Ain who increasingly paled and trembled. He plays his fingers nervous and agitated. Ikram doesn't know anything about this. Nadia silently smiled. The wife he always defended all out was a fraud, also a thief.

"A cool spectacle, a pity to miss. I'm right, aren't I?" uncle Harith's chirp that made Ikram turn to him. His handsome face mocked Ikram and Ain. The man is getting angry.

"What money do you mean?" ask the old man who came angry to his house.

"My money, whose money is it? The money I used to buy the convection factory he sold!" snapped the old man furiously. Who is not furious, when he was hit by a hoax and hundreds of millions of money just floated away.

"Money? The factory? What's the matter exactly?" Uncle Harith and Nadia smiled at the confusion of Ikram. The man did not know anything about the rot that his wife did.

"Umi, explain what he means? What money? Which factory does Umi sell?!" sue Kram on his wife who is still silent with a body that shivers in fear.

"I-I don't know, Bi! I'm ...."

"Don't lie, Ain! Whose factory are you selling?" snapping the Scram again could not hold back.

"The convection factory belongs to the people who moved from Jakarta! Which factory again? You guys don't play me!" hardik the man who came demanded his money back.

"Nadia's factory, Krom! Who else is it? Does your wife own a factory? Think, Krom ... think!" Uncle Harits growled.

Plaque!

One slap landed hard on Ain's cheek. Uncle Harits grimacing. The woman fell to the floor holding her cheek. He cried, the corner of his lips torn until red liquid seeped there.

"Excession! I really didn't expect you, Ain. Behind your good attitude all along, it turns out to hold a rottenness that I don't know. You managed to trick me, Ain. You're really outrageous!" hardik Ikram while pointing at Ain's face viciously.

The woman was crying hysterically. He was still silent and did not want to open his mouth.

"I don't want to see your drama, give me my money back right now! Our deal's off!"

Considering the money, Ain moved slowly. He held onto his cheek, his eyes twisting into a threatening corner of Ikram. He didn't accept Ikram slapping him like that.

"The most yells of the bellies!" The insinuations of Harith's uncle further ignited the fire in Ikram and Ain.

"Money cannot be returned! You gave it to me as a DP. I can't give it back!" said Ain loudly.

Uncle Harith laughed, his white skin instantly flushed red as he curled up for a moment.

"Shameful! Absolutely disgraceful! A religious teacher figure in a society that was supposed to be a good example, now blinded the world and openly admitted his stupidity! Is it still worth you to lead this boarding school? Let me just collapse, as well as your morals that have been destroyed first," said uncle Harits not kidding.

Ikram stiffened, what else when the roar of heavy equipment carried by Uncle Harith sounded and created a slight shock in the ground of the hut.

The santri panicked to see the excavator started to raise one hand.