The Handsome CEO's Revenge

Chapter 9. Nami's remorse

"Bun lupasi dong ngambeknya"

Nami glanced at her husband instead of regretting but looking happy. Exasperating that middle-aged woman was getting bigger.

They're in the car heading for Ibrahim Crop's corporate associate party.

"Why don't you take your tie giver there!" Nami looked at the window. There was laughter from Abraham.

"Stenny yes, happy so, wear a tie from fanatical fans all day!" Nami snorted loudly. Her husband's behavior is upset. She was upset and her husband laughed even more.

"Dad only love Mother really, but Daddy really squirms Mother jealous gini" Ibrahim menoel chin the wife. Looking at Ibrahim's face, Nami was eager to snap at her husband's head.

"Who is jealous? There is no yes!" Nami maintained her prestige.

"Yes not jealous, not jealous, Come on" Ibrahim got out of his car. He took his wife's hand and walked in.

Crowded atmosphere. Spacious ballroom surrounded by gold and mahogany thin vinyl fabric ornaments, looks elegant and luxurious. The invitations were milling around with dresses as well as their expensive expensive suits.

You could say this is a show for some greedy people. But in the class of Ibrahim, people are a bit reluctant to approach. They have an impenetrable authority that is easy to just a small talk from a couple.

"Isn't that Raka dear? We go there I miss Rena" Nami pulls the husband's hand. He saw the woman next to Raka. They turned their backs on Nami and Ibrahim.

"Raka?"

Raka turned around, she felt surprised Nami greeted him. Nami will say hello to the woman Raka brought. But it's not Rena. Nami's eyes instantly sharpened.

"Tante, Om, how are you?"

"Oh we're good, who is he?" Nami saw the woman in Raka's arms from top to bottom as well as her hands that draped in Raka's arms.

"This is Padma, Raka's secretary, aunt" Raka looks surprised, but only at a glance he is able to cover his shock and release his armband to Padma.

"I'm Padma Bu, Mr. Raka's Secretary" his hand stalling. Nami stared a long time ago. Nami advance. Ibrahim knew that Nami would do something.

"Bun" warned Ibrahim.

"Before awhile, well, I just want to keep it up with Raka. Don't let me be his guardian when I get married. I've also considered him my son" he said sharply, looking down at Padma.

"Don't be prejudiced, Bun" Ibrahim made his wife calm. Nami breathed a rough breath.

"Yes padma?" Nami smiled broadly. Padma nodded. The woman felt that something was hidden from Nami's wide smile.

"Rena has a Bun promise, so Raka brought her secretary just as Dad was rejected, also if Mommy can not come, I must ask Rena to come, Yes Nak Raka, I will not, you may not be disappointed"

Ibrahim and his satire are subtle but piercingly sharp. A friendly smile is inversely proportional to what comes out of his mouth.

"Don't go too far. Or it'll all be gone and hard to come back." Nami looked at Raka. A mother's cold gaze warns her child wrongly.

"Well let's go in" Nami held her husband's hand into the ballroom. Leaving both of them silent in their place.

In his seat Raka more often staring at his cellphone that continues to vibrate, but he did not indicate. Hundreds of incoming messages that only he saw at a glance without wanting to reply.

Nami's jaw tightened as she flashed on Raka and Padma's table. Raka's hand held Padma's fingers under the table and her gaze shifted to the light from Raka's phone.

Rena's name is on there. Flashing and then the phone screen.the man darkened. Rena, the secretary of the husband whom she had considered her own child, was ignored and treated as such. Nami doesn't take it.

The enraged Nami wants to approach Raka but from behind the husband stops her.

"Bun, do not interfere before the children ask for help" Ibrahim looked at the wife who clenched her hands. He knew his wife was holding back.

Not to mention, he also saw the Rena family who was indifferent to see Raka who took Padma. What kind of family is that. There's no way they don't see each other. And the two Rena's parents just kept quiet and did not reprimand her daughter-in-law who even held other women, and not their children.

"Well! They have no heart!" Nami's growl.

"Let's go home I'm lazy here!" Her speech. They have informed the owner of the show if it can't take long. And back to the owner's place. The two middle-aged pairs were quiet, going home.

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"So aren't you treating her too gently?" A voice rang out from the large square tool that revealed a beautiful woman with blonde hair on the tab.

A man stood up to finish the business book he had just finished. Hearing the woman's question made her fingers that would choose another book stop. He escaped his eyeballs glancing a flash at the tab.

"You know where you're treating him gently when you're not here,?" He brought along one of the new books he wanted to read.

He stepped closer to the tab as well as his chair. Every weekend the man spends his time in his study at home.

"Yaaahh .. You know, don't be so gentle brother, are you in love with him?" Asked the woman in a squeaking voice as the man's eyes became sharp.

"No! And it won't!" His words were cold there was an indisputable firmness there.

His hand opened the drawer he grabbed a brown envelope a file. His thumb gently smoothed the surface of the brown paper.

Take it out and put it on the table. His fingers knocked on the brown envelope.

Knocking sounded. The man's eyes went to the door. "Then I turn it off, bye sister miss you, don't stay there" said the blonde woman and the screen went back dark. Escape. The blonde felt a dangerous aura coming out from the man inside her tab.

Type back sounding. The cold face stared at the door. He began to stand up to the knocker. Just leave that brown envelope.

When the door opened, his face changed. A wide grin is also a radiant and witty eye. The man showed me.

"Lunch is ready"

"Thank you, baby" he grabbed the knocker's waist, peeked at the knocker's head. Door closes.

Back to highlight on the brown envelope that reads Divorce Decree on the table.

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