
Two days passed without Laras being able to contact Abhimanyu, when Laras was tidying the window curtains suddenly there was a luxury car that stopped right in the yard of Syarifuddin's house.
Barrel had never seen the car before, so he did not rush out. While Indriyani who thought that it was Abhimanyu's car directly out of his room.
"But that's Abi's son, isn't it?" ask Indri to the princess.
"It doesn't look like Mom!" laras answered a question from his mother.
But the two of them were also curious as to who the owner of the luxury car stopped in front of their house. Indri and Laras then came out.
A middle-aged woman in such an elegant style descended from inside the car, she opened her sunglasses and immediately looked towards Laras with an unhappy look.
'So this is an affair of Abhimanyu, heh. Abhimanyu could be interested in a woman like this!' inner Rahmalia.
The woman was Rahmalia, the mother of Sarah. With one bodyguard who came down and followed his steps, slowly but surely he approached Laras and also his mother.
"Oh so this is the second wife of my son's husband!"
Deg
Laras was very surprised, he almost tiptoed backwards. Baras looked directly at his mother who looked very confused.
"Mrs, I'm sorry, but what did the lady say?" ask Indriyani who does not understand what Rahma said.
"Larasati Indriyani, Abhimanyu Mahendra's wife is right?" asked Rahma who this time was in front of Indriyani.
The already trembling barrel tried to grab his arm.
"Mom, let's just go in...!"
But when he saw Laras invite his mother to enter, Rahma immediately pulled Laras arm so strongly that he made Laras stagger towards him.
"You leaving? wh why? don't want your mother to know the truth, or don't want your father with heart disease to know your true behavior, the destroyer of people's households!" rahma exclaimed with eyes glaring towards Laras and with a voice so loud.
Indriyani immediately closed her mouth, she was so shocked by what she had just heard from the woman in front of her.
Baras' eyes are already glazed.
"Madam, none of this is like that. Before I got married to Mas Abi, I had absolutely no idea that he had a wife!" laras said trying to explain so that his mother was not shocked at what he said in-laws her husband.
"Then why after knowing he had a wife you didn't leave him?" asked Rahma in a voice so high and pressed on Laras' arm firmly.
Laras' sister, Indra who happened to be at home was immediately out because of the commotion that occurred. Some of Laras' neighbors also immediately came and tried to defend Laras.
"Take off my brother!" yell Indra.
"Heh, madam let go of Laras' hand. Why come playfully to do such a rude thing?" snapped Hendro firmly.
But only Hendro will approach Rahma and help Laras, the bodyguard carried by Rahma immediately gripped the collar of Hendro's shirt and glared with sangar towards Indra.
"What's this?" ask Syarifuddin Laras' father who was resting in the house.
"It's good that you're all here, listen to what I'm saying. This woman, Larasati, this innocent-faced one is actually very foul-mouthed!" rahma said with fire.
"So your words, my daughter is not like that!" elak Syarifuddin's. The middle-aged man who is currently not in a state of freshness because of the fire incident did not accept that his daughter was insulted by people. He knew his daughter since childhood, he knew very well his daughter would not have the heart to do something bad let alone to hurt others.
"Look at all this, this is a photo of Abhimanyu's wedding to my son Sarah 7 years ago, and this is a photo of Abhimanyu and Sarah's son Cindy, her name is Cindy, Laras has become the destroyer of Abhimanyu and Cindy's household, even after knowing Abhimanyu has children and his wife doesn't tell you, does she?" rahma asked very emotionally.
Laras was already crying, even Indri could not speak and just joined in crying to see photos of his son-in-law with his wife, but not Laras.
Syarifuddin did not focus on the photos but he focused more on what Rahma said last. Syarifuddin immediately approached Laras and asked his daughter.
"So you already know Abhimanyu already has a son and a wife?" ask Syarifuddin to be clean with Laras.
Baras was still silent, he looked very regretful of everything that had happened. It should have been since he knew Abhimanyu was lying to him that he said all of that to his father and mother, instead of instead believing in what Abhimanyu said. Right now, when everyone was accusing him the man was not even by his side.
"Dad...!"
Plakk
Syarifuddin slapped Laras' face firmly, making Laras' cries even more broken. But Laras just kept quiet, he did not hold his cheek that felt hot because he was guilty.
"Dad, I'm sorry. Mas Abi said he did not love his wife and would divorce her..!"
"Oh look how smart he's lying!" said Rahma who made Laras immediately stop her speech and look at Rahma.
"Mrs I don't...!"
"Then listen to this!" sela Rahma again then grabbed her phone and played the recording stored on her phone.
*I promise you, I will not bring Laras to my parents, nor will I ever divorce you*
Deg
The barrel directly held his chest firmly.
'That's Abi's voice, so he's not going to divorce Sarah, he's just tricking me !' lirih Laras in his heart.
"Had heard no, Abhimanyu had chosen Sarah. And you're a whore, watch out until you interrupt my son and daughter-in-law again, I'll come with a reporter so everyone knows how rotten you are!" Said Rahma with eyes that were already red from annoyance.
Rahma was going back to her car but she turned and looked at Sharifudin who had been holding her chest.
"I didn't expect, there are parents who raise their children just to be actors!" said cynically Rahma then returned to her car.
Bruck
As Rahma's car moved away, Syarifuddin fell and was immediately unconscious.
"Dad!" shouted Laras and also Indriyani.
"Dad, I'm sorry dad, I'm up. Please take me to the hospital!" shouted Laras with tears pouring out.
Some people just kept quiet, but some people immediately lifted Syarifudin's body and took him to the hospital. Hendro and Indra were the most panicked and immediately raised Syarifuddin's body.
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