
Chris sat uneasily on the plane bench staring blankly at the window. I don't know why he panicked so much? Seeing the video yesterday made his between fingers feel sliced pain, let alone seeing such a small girl being slapped so hard by an adult like Anne.
"Dad, did you look emotional when you saw that video?" Alta squinted her eyes suspiciously. Since yesterday, his father has been quieter.
Christopher breathed his coarse breath, "Let's go, just like Daddy felt five years ago. There was something strange about the woman named Aerin" said Christopher
For a moment the two men were silent and preoccupied with their own thoughts and enjoyed a time-consuming flight. The shadow of farewell a few years ago was still ringing and clearly recorded in the heads of both of them.
"Is Aerin a Baby?" alta asked without daring to look at her father.
"Nobody proves that she's Baby A" Christopher replied.
"All information is closed. Does Daddy not suspect that anyone has deliberately closed this information?" Alta looked at her father.
Christopher did not answer. His power was unable to find where the existence of his wife and child who had been separated for decades. He has asked his men to investigate people who are concerned with his wife. However, the result is still nil.
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"Suckhead." Ema throws things over her desk. "Can't, Chris can't divorce me" he screeched.
Ema got a divorce warrant from her husband. The woman did not accept being divorced by her husband. She loved her husband so much, how could she lose him after being married for about 30 years.
"I won't let you go, Chris," he said with a sly smile. "You're only mine. Whatever I'm going to do to be by your side" he said again.
The woman sat on the sofa with hunting breath and emotions. His chest went up and down and was like he was about to explode in there.
"You'll never find where Ratih and Baby A are" he joked trying to calm down and not want to be provoked by emotions.
"Good day, Madam," said the middle-aged man who was wearing a complete and neat black outfit.
"Where are Chris and Alta?" ask Ema.
Ema was kicked out of the house by her husband. The woman was very angry especially after receiving a divorce letter from the man.
"They left for Sidney, Madam," said the assistant.
"Meeting Aerin?" Ema looked at her boyfriend.
"Yes, Madam," said Robert.
"Good, Chris will see how his son is tormented" said Ema chuckled at the sight of Christopher seeing how Aerin was tortured.
"What am I going to do next, ma'am?" ask Robert.
"Prepare for my departure to Sidney. Make sure Chris doesn't know if I catch up and don't give Robson any space let alone him bringing Ratih to meet Chris" Ema said.
"Good Mistress."
Ema sat back on the sofa quietly while sipping juice in her glass. His smile was cunning like a poisonous snake that spread poison when bitten
"Chris, Chris, you're gonna lose it a second time. How stupid would you be if the boy you've been looking for was around you all along. But this is what I want, to destroy Traini." He picked up the phone and fiddled with it like he was texting someone.
Ema is a woman who is no less cunning. She does various ways to be the wife of a Christopher, a billionaire who owns dozens of companies. It doesn't matter if the man doesn't love him, for him as long as he can master Christopher's treasure, why not?
30 Years ago, he did everything in his power by influencing both Christopher's parents to expel Ratih and his 3-month-old son, because a poor woman like Ratih does not deserve to be with Christopher, a perfect man and have everything. She manages to rid Ratih of Christopher's life but he cannot get the woman out of the husband's heart. Until now the man who has the status of her husband does not love her.
"Ema."
"Simon."
The woman stood up to greet someone walking towards her.
"What are you doing here?" ask Ema coldly to the man.
"Where, Anne?" ask without answering Ema's question.
"He's not here" replied Ema. "What are you doing?" Ema slapped her eyes suspiciously. If this man had come to see her there would have been something she wanted.
The man sat down casually while crossing his legs. In between his fingers tucked a cigarette that he sipped and then the smoke he let out until it puffed up to form a clot.
"Quick say, I don't like stale bases!" said Ema coldly and beard to see this man in front of her.
"Transfer 500 M, I need one" he asked.
Ema's eyes are perfectly rounded when they hear the value of the money that is not small.
"Don't be crazy, Simon. You think it's a little bit" protested Ema.
"That's a small value to a Christopher" Simon chuckled. He knows how rich a Christopher is. Maybe even buy an American island he can.
"He wants to divorce me" replied Ema.
"That's none of my business. I just want money" Simon said.
Ema's face was angry, wanting to kill Simon. But fighting his ex-girlfriend is a free thing.
"I don't have that kind of money even if I sell this house" said Ema.
"No problem. But be prepared I'll tell Christopher, who are you?" Simon smiled obliquely as he looked at the panicked face of Ema.
"Give me time" said Ema with her chest up and down.
"Two days."
"Ck, you want to bu_"
"Otherwise, you'll accept destruction after Chris finds out who a snake woman is like you," she whispered in Ema's ear with her demonic smile.
Ema growls with teeth grinding at each other. He looked back at the man coldly.
Simon smiled casually and sat back down and continued his sip on the cigarette tucked in his finger.
"You left me for Chris" Simon recalled their past. "Just because I'm poor and I don't have fantastic money" he continued to put his cigarette smoke overhead.
"My parents disagree" said Ema quickly. He also felt pain when reminiscing about their past.
"I know" said Simon. "But if you love me, you shouldn't give up much less you're humming my son" Simon said.
Simon is Ema's ex-lover and Anne's real father. They had not been married because the relationship was challenged by both parents Ema. Until finally Ema decided to give birth to her baby alone without a husband. Until Christopher's parents asked him to marry the man because there was a friendship agreement in the past.
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