Sharing Love: The Suffering of the Second Wife

Unexpected

Tension broke out between the three people who were sitting waiting inside the room. When the door opened and a subordinate reported that the person they were waiting for had arrived.

"Welcome, Sir!" greet the three men while standing in unison.

Uncle Harith nodded his head without saying anything. He sat down when a policeman invited him to sit first.

Cold drinks are served, to accompany their discussion.

"So, what did you find?" uncle Harits asked after looking at what was on the table.

"You've seen it for yourself. Here are two fingerprints, both of which we found on this bottle." A detective lifts a bottle using gloves.

"Two identities have been found, and we are investigating. There's an ulterior motive behind last night's incident" police said.

Uncle Harits listened carefully, he leaned against the back of the sofa while propping up his chin. His gaze focused on the items lying on the table.

If one belongs to Bella, then who's the other? Is there anyone in my house? But they were all poisoned except for Nadia. No way! What's he doing that for?

Mumbled to himself in his heart, ears and mind no longer focused on the explanation being conveyed by the police. Think ... think!

"Mmm... Sorry, did you say you found their identity? Can I see it?" sela's uncle Harith truncated their description.

The three people before him threw eyes at each other before one of them let out a sigh while slightly moving. He opened the laptop which had closed. Tinkering with it for a while before turning the object to face Uncle Harith.

Uncle Harith bowed, reading the rows of letters listed as a description of the identity of the perpetrator before seeing his photo.

"Bella?"

"You know him?" asked the police when they heard Harith's uncle mutter.

"She's my ex-wife." Uncle Harits replied without taking his eyes off his laptop screen.

"He was the second person to be used to carry out a plan. Behind it is someone else who is the brain of the plan." The police brief explanation, stopping Uncle Harits' finger who was shifting the writing.

"Second man? So, he's just executing the plans of the person hiding behind the scenes? That so?" ask uncle Harits to make sure.

"Right, sir, because in your house we only found his fingerprints. One of them is only in the bottle. That must have been the handover of the bottle. So, we thought he was just a tool to get behind-the-scenes people's goals." Uncle Harits nodded his head in understanding.

"What about the second guy? Do you know him too?" The police showed the data of the main culprit. Uncle Harith read carefully, a frown on his forehead appearing after he read the name of the perpetrator.

Who her? I never knew that name.

Uncle Harits glanced at the three of them before scrolling down. He frowned when he saw a photo.

Have I ever met this guy? Wait up! I've seen it before, but where and who?

Uncle Harith murmured inwardly, he unpacked his thoughts looking for a single memory of the owner of that face.

"Our side has come to their house, but neither is there. We are pursuing, and we will try to arrest them immediately" the police officer said.

Uncle Harist glanced at still with a spinning brain. He was stunned when a single memory suddenly shot to the surface.

"How, Master? Do you know him?" ask the police again impatiently.

"I didn't know him, but I asked the police to bring us together when he was found. I just want to know what kind of grudge he has with my family" Harith's uncle said furiously.

"Good, Sir. We'll contact you as soon as they're found" he said.

"May I ask for their data?" her door. The three people looked at each other doubtfully. Why did he ask for their data, "I just wanted to show it to my mom. Most likely I know him," he explained when he caught a doubtful and suspicious murat on his third face.

"Ah, yes, Sir. Hold on, let me print out first," he said immediately after catching the irritation on Uncle Harits' flat face. He nodded and waited.

Uncle Harith left after getting what he needed, followed by the three men.

"Then I have to go back to the office. There's still work to do. Thank you for trying to solve this case. Good afternoon!" uncle Harits said with a friendly smile on his face.

"During the day, sir!" They shook hands before they separated. Uncle Harits got into his car. If the police are unable to arrest him, then he himself will seek and punish him directly.

The luxurious car drove as if there were no obstacles. In fact, the streets are so crowded and quite crowded vehicles. However, Harith's uncle always found a loophole to precede.

He's headed where yesterday to punish his ex-wife. Being away from the crowd, and can freely punish someone.

The people there swiftly stood up in welcome as their Master's car entered the forbidden area.

"Master!" They simultaneously bowed.

"Come in! There's something you need to do!" he said without pausing the steps continue to enter until arriving in a spacious room.

He took a seat, and they all sat before him neatly.

"There's something you need to do. Hunt that guy down, and get it as soon as possible. I want us to get it first before the police." Uncle Harits throws a paper containing the main perpetrator information data on the incident last night.

"You know where to look, don't you? So, don't waste time. Go right now and get her to this place!" his word is uncontested.

"Ready, Master!" sahut they are in unison. The head of the group took the paper and read the data information carefully. He nodded his head as if he knew where to look for the person.

Uncle Harith moved, they stood up. Bending down and paving the way for their Master. The group leader organized, split the group into two camps and each went to the place they had marked.

Uncle Harits rushed back to the office, just to calm down before meeting his wife. It was very bad for the pregnant woman. It's ridiculous!

Anyway for what Nadia did that, I'm sorry, baby.

He smiled bitterly as Nadia's shadow flashed through his mind. How panicked he looked that night when he took Mom and the others to the hospital. Then, from where the path that Nadia is the main perpetrator.

Uncle Harits chuckled, laughing at himself which seemed ridiculous. He shook his head. Glancing right and left, just a prank.

Inadvertently his eyes caught a hawker stall. Remembering Nadia who likes to eat snacks since pregnant, she also pulled over in front of the stall that menjakan wet cakes.

Uncle Harith bought some kind of cake, cucur, omelette rolls, and cake layers.

"I'll take this food to the hospital before I go to the office" he murmured after sitting in the steering wheel. He turned towards the hospital. A smile from Nadia that welcomed her arrival.

In the shadow of his warm embrace that he routinely does. Shadows his closed eyes as he drops a kiss on his forehead.

Those simple things, always the ones he missed from his wife. "I can't wait to meet her."