THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Afisa Returned

Azzam just smiled a little look at the proud glow of Alvan's eyes. Turns out a lot Alvan didn't know about his children. Azzam holds a myriad of talents. One by one Azzam's intelligence was fixed in front of Alvan's nose. All are proud of Alvan as the papi of Azzam.

Alvan says out for a moment. Alvan had to meet Bu Dewi and Pak Jono for news they had moved around the Mighty house. No matter how ugly Mother Goddess is Alvan's mother.

The atmosphere of the Lingga house has become more bleak since Mr. Jono fell ill. There is no light of life. Long Alvan stood in front of his parents' house. Where is the splendor of the Linga inlaid in the business world for many years. Will the splendor of the Linga collapse in his hands? All of this starts from a mistake in the past locked in the charm of Karin.

Alvan arranged the heart to calmly talk to Bu Dewi about moving Citra to the place of Bu Sobirin. Alvan was forced to come because he loved his family. Alvan is willing to lower prestige for the sake of Citra and children. Nothing is more valuable than Citra and her children today. Alvan is willing to sacrifice everything to unite with Citra.

Alvan stepped inside the house to be greeted by the maid. The atmosphere of a lonely house is not much different from a cemetery. Do not sound, ******breaths of living things are not heard.

"Sir..Where are papa and mama?" alvan asked the housekeeper.

Let alone the host, the maid alone was gloomy. The dim light of the old maid's eyes made Alvan's heart even more sad. It's karma who's raining this house down.

"There's in the room.Master's not feeling well! It's not been two days out of the room." the gloomy aunt reported.

"Thank you Bik! Let me go to them." Alvan swings steps into the tightly closed room. Both of his parents must be in calculating their respective mistakes.

Alvan typing door slowly wait for the reaction from inside. Alvan's goal was to hear people opening the door latch.

"Alvan.." exclaimed Bu Dewi happily his son wanted to come to their increasingly lethargic look.

"How are you?" Alvan entered while greeting Miss Dewi.

"Like your dad's not well. It's been two days of cold."

Alvan glanced at his papa jumbo bed. The man lay helplessly. Burn battery.

"Why not call Alvan? Can I have Citra come."

"Promise to come take care of your papa but until now never appeared. What's that son-in-law, then,?" sulk Bu Dewi started looking for Citra error again. Sometimes Alvan tired of hearing his mother's nagging about Citra. Not tired of reducing the value of the image.

"Ma...you know clearly why Citra is reluctant to come here? This is because my mom is blasphemous about him. We're taking Papa to the hospital for better treatment." Alvan approached his papa without waiting for Miss Dewi's answer.

"Papa doesn't want to.he just wants his granddaughter. Why don't you take your kids home? Mama's gonna take care of them."

"Sadly my mom was late. Citra and the children already live in the place of Mr. Sobirin. They received Citra as a golden gem while mama? Mama can only remember the mounds of gold and money while the Mighty family offers her affection. Image certainly find a comfortable place for children."

Bu Dewi clicked angrily at Alvan who was defending the image of the canal. Can't Alvan appreciate the feeling of Miss Dewi who is upset because her brother went to prison. Miss Dewi felt burdened because of the proposal she wanted Alvan's matchmaking to end with a crime plan.

"Partner can also come home here as long as he is willing to withdraw the claim."

Alvan turned sharply towards Bu Dewi. In a state of gini still dare to offer conditions to Citra. Even if Citra forgives them, Alvan will not free the wicked-hearted.

"Ma...Alvan sued them! Not Citra...The image must have been gentle to set them free but Alvan did not. They're killers. That model's a decent place in prison."

The Goddess ma'am caught a furious glint in Alvan's eyes. The look of Alvan's eyes like a sembilu was ready to slash people. Nyali Bu Dewi shrieked also can anger Alvan.

"Son.they are our brothers!"

"Alvan is not a brother to a rotten hearted man. And mama doesn't have to be busy taking care of Citra. He won't take your money for a penny. He has obtained from the Mighty."

"You're getting disrespectful. Does Citra influence you to fight mama?" the Nemel Bu Dewi makes no sense. A little bit wrong Image even though Citra does not know anything. It's not fair to the image.

"Ma said.demon mana rasuki mama so bad this on Citra. As long as you know he's willing to part ways so Alvan can get better with mom. Where is the wise Goddess? Why did my mom change like this? Are you happy to have a murderous daughter-in-law? Maybe we'll be targeted by that guy because they're rake treasure."

"They're rich...Kayla loves you!"

"O Allah.Know also where does love come from? The sane little ma...What is the purpose of wanting to get into our family? They are crazy treasures and names." Alvan is getting furious at his mother who is lacking in vitamins. The brain has been damaged because it is too dear to his brother.

"About..try asking Amang who is the Kayla family? They're rich..."

"Peterred? Amang instead supported Alvan imprisoned them. If you don't believe me, call Amang!"

"Long ..Love the family too. There's no way Amang you can imprison a brother."

"Amang does love family but amang is more fond of the truth." Alvan's getting sultry having to fight his mouth through with his mother."

Madam Dewi was silent. Alvan couldn't have lied about his Amang view. His brother was always afraid of sin. Uphold truth without choosing feathers. There seems to be no way of freedom for Kayla and her mother. A cold prison awaited them.

"As far as you. You sinned against your ancestors persecuting brothers. Now call your children so that your papa is healthy quickly. Mama pity your daddy misses your kids!"

"I'll try..." Alvan approached Mr. Jono who did not want to take part in the debate Alvan and his mother. Mr. Jono did not want to come because he was also a suspected traitor. Wrongly opened up her rottenness. The husk is more flammable.

"Pa.." call Alvan slowly.

Mr. Jono opened his eyes to look at his son. Eyes that usually shine with enthusiasm are now haggling there is no light. Mr. Jono has got the right reply for his actions against the child.

"Van.. These two days papa is feeling a bit limp. Why doesn't Citra want to come see papa?"

Alvan pulls up a chair to sit by his papa to make it nice to talk. Talking to Mr. Jono won't drain Alvan's emotions. Madam Dewi is no longer able to think rationally judge Citra without being clear what the sins of Citra are. Blasphemy is based only on the instincts and incitement of others.

"Pa.. Citra did not want to come to see the father but she was afraid of the attitude of Mama who could not accept it. Now Citra has moved to Mr. Sobirin's place. They have provided a home for Citra and children beside Mr. Sobirin's house. Shy people should not be able to provide shelter for children. I've offered Citra a new place to live but Citra refused."

"Citra doesn't mean anything bang just Citra is afraid of mama's mouth is very ferocious. Not nothing cool story of the division of inheritance even though the slightest Citra is not interested. How about we go to the hospital, Pa? There Citra will serve and care for papa very well."

Mr. Jono glanced at his wife with a clueless look. The famous Lady Goddess was so good why suddenly turned so evil on her granddaughter and daughter-in-law. That's not the style of the Goddess Ma'am all along.

"Why are you with our daughter-in-law? We've done enough wrong to the image and now you're hostile to it. Don't you remember that we have a granddaughter from Citra?" asked Mr. Jono to his wife who raised her head upwards as if she was the most righteous.

"Bring the kids home! Let me take care of them! Imagery wants to come or not I don't care. Why did he get rich to come into our family again?"

Alvan opted out of Mr. Jono's room so as not to be provoked by emotions. Arguing with his mother is the same as arguing with a wall that has no feelings and no heart.

"Look.our children are getting more insolent! He said a little straight away. It's a waste of me raising him!" sulk Bu Dewi pointed towards Alvan who came out of the room with emotions reaching to the crown of the head.

Alvan chose to calm the brain in the living room while calling Untung to pick up Mr. Jono to the hospital again. Alvan was afraid that Mr. Jono was getting depressed by the behavior of Miss Dewi. The behavior of Bu Dewi instead of approaching with grandchildren but increasingly wide distances.

As soon as Alvan finished talking with Good thing Alvan's phone rang can call in. Name of Citra. Without a doubt Alvan sliding green ball sign received a call from the beloved woman.

"Hello.. Assalamualaikum..." Alvan first greeted Citra as it connected.

"Waalaikumsalam mas! Can I come here for a minute?"

"Can...what's up? Not rumored?"

"It's not that mas...Afisa's at the airport asking to be picked up!"

"Afisa? O God my son. Why come without tidings?"

"She's taking part in the junior gymnastics championship in Singapore. Then he stepped here to look at us! Go to the airport or pick us up? Or we go with Tokcer."

"You go first with Tokcer so that Afisa doesn't wait long. We're leaving from here!"

"Oh that's it! All righty! See you at the airport! Assalamualaikum..."

"Goddessalam..."

Alvan is happy not to listen to his son has come. The yearning for his second number will soon pay off. Alvan will see firsthand the figure of Afisa who is said to be extraordinary.

Alvan can't wait to tell Mr. Jono that his grandson has complete people in the country. Alvan went back to Mr. Jono's room to give this good news. Hopefully this news can arouse the spirit of Mr. Jono.

"Pa.ma.my number two son has returned to his homeland. I'm going to the airport to pick him up!" alvan said very happy.

Mr. Jono immediately sat up excited to hear the news that all his grandchildren were complete. This is more than a panacea for the healing of Mr. Jono. The children's babble will color their homes.

"Yes.go! Bring them home here! Papa misses your child, especially the clear eyes. What's name?"

"Afifa..the youngest child!"

"Go quickly! Don't let him wait!"

"Yes pa.. assalamualaikum..." Alvan feels like he got the number one lottery hearing his son has returned. See first how Afisa reacts. Afisa is said to be much smarter than Azzam. Azzam alone was already quite a genius. There's a super genius.

Could it be that his son was the genius Albert Einstein? Alvan had not dared to give an assessment before meeting Afisa.

The road to the airport feels very long when the road is very good and not jammed. Alvan impatiently drove the vehicle at high speed to quickly reach the airport. Alvan is confident he will arrive first rather than Citra because the distance from his place to the airport is closer. Does he get there and he'll recognize his son?

Various beautiful thoughts floated in Alvan's brain. Whether Afisa will hug him as a greeting introduction or will cue duck like his attitude video call. Alvan can only imagine Afisa's attitude to him later.

Alvan's right guess. He first arrived at the airport. This guy immediately parked his car in the shade. Rushing this man into the place of arrival of passengers from abroad. Alvan's eyes looked for a figure that looked roughly like Afisa.

Long enough, Alvan finally saw a little girl before adolescence sitting casually on the trunk while playing mobile phone. The boy wore a white orange jacket with a cap on his head. If the child is Afisa then the child is very mature for the size of an eight-year-old child.

Doubtfully Alvan approached the child who was sitting alone in the middle of the airport room cuek duck to the people around. His eyes were not on the cell phone in his hand.

"Hi.." said Alvan slowly afraid the boy was shocked.

The boy was shocked even though Alvan had greeted him quietly. The child immediately stood up showing a tall posture even though not as tall as Azzam. For the size of eight-year-old girls are included in height. Compared to Afifa is much different. Afifa looked petite when aligned with this child.

"Afisa?" alvan said trying to stay soft.

The boy nodded. Her eyes were as beautiful as Afifa's. Both emit a clear light like a well in the eye.

"Are you my Daddy?(Are you my papi?)" ask the boy in English.

"Yes..." Alvan was still amazed at his son on this one. Exactly the figure drawn Afifa. Relax sweeping.

"Hi...Where my mom?(Hi.. Where's my mom?)"

"On the way.are you alone?(On your way..are you alone?)" Alvan's looking for who's with his son.

"Yes...I'm alone.(.Yeah.i'm alone.)"

One more point for his son. Travel alone without fear. His face was relaxed there was not the slightest shadow of fear.