The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

218 Chapter. Mr. Fredi Putra

The cool air in the city of Bandung now feels so very pleasant for a husband and wife who have very long never stepped foot in the city.

Dava's menudilkan car has now been parked perfectly in a courtyard of a magnificent house that does not know who the owner is.

"Finally our father's coming to this house again." Tarisya smiled broadly at the husband before they got out of the car.

"Dad misses him a lot, Shay." said Mr. Wilson staring longingly at the whitewashed house there.

The atmosphere looks lonely, there is only a garden officer who is arranging the bonsai very painstakingly.

"Is Dad's best friend at his house? It seems very quiet there." said Jendi who was still in the car with the others.

"Let's go down immediately" asked Mr. Wilson so impatiently that he had to linger chatting in the car without fruit.

After all, his body felt very tired after a long trip from the city of Jakarta to Bandung.

Everything also goes while following the direction of Mr. Wilson's wheelchair pushed by Dava to the magnificent house in front of him.

"Excuse me. Can I help you?" greet the neatly dressed man in the house who had somehow appeared from where he came from.

"I want to meet with..."

"Oh my God, is this true what I see. Papi!" shouted a woman suddenly hysterical as she just stepped foot in front of the main door of her house.

Hearing that, Mr. Wilson did not continue to say to the man in front of him.

"Let's go ahead, Mr. Madam" he said after hearing the employer scream hysterically after learning who had come to his house that afternoon.

Tarisya and Mr. Wilson smiled at how surprised the friend in front of him was when he looked back at his presence.

It seems like they still haven't heard from the return of a long-lost owner of the D Group.

"What's up, Mommy? Why yell..." the question of the man who had just arrived at the door while staring at the wife who appeared fashionable was immediately diverted to the figure of a husband and wife who he did not think was still in this world.

He stopped his words and also the movement of his hand which was tidying up the luxurious suit on his body.

His wrinkled eyes looked teary when he saw who was in front of him now. It was something he did not expect with his wife.

During this time Mr. Fredi has clarified the departure of the friend even though there are still so many questions that arise in his mind. As the lips of the friend said, if he did not want Mr. Fredi to do anything to his family when he died.

For Mr Wilson, his family would not be safe if it still dealt with power.

"Fredi, how long will you stand there? I thought you'd miss your old best friend." chuckled Mr. Wilson at the face of sadness there.

No words can be said again, Mr. Fredi immediately ran and hugged the body of his best friend who was still sitting in the wheelchair.

The sobbing of an old man sounded very heart-wrenching. Meeting at the age of those who are no longer as young as before really feels like meeting in heaven.

"You...Wilson's? You, is this really you? I can't believe it?" ask her with both eyes that have flooded with tears. He looked at the face of the friend after breaking his embrace. His heart really still could not believe if this was his best friend in the past.

"How come you're here? This is not true. You've left us, haven't you?" he kept asking because it still felt like a dream.

The same goes for the two women who are also very close. Their husbands are friends and they are also certainly in a friendly relationship due to their two husbands.

"Tarisya, how can we embrace? I think this is the most beautiful dream ever present in my sleep." The beautiful woman shed tears full of tears.

So many questions he wants to ask right now to his two best friends.

Fredi Putra, was a friend of Mr. Wilson from the time they were so young that they were successful in the business world together. Although they have different companies, they still support each other.

So is the wife of Mr. Fredi, Mrs Hana Fitri. Very kind and loving woman. Since the departure of his best friend, he was eager to find the child of his best friend. But he did not dare to remember Mr Wilson's message, if his son's life would be in danger if his business rival knew there were still family members from Nicolas alive.

Although it was only Mr Wilson's guess before he left in a horrible way, but that was the reality. The life of the business world is cruel. Human life is like the life of a cat that has no law in the business mafia.

The sobbing and warm greeting of friends to his old friend is now over. Until the two couples who are hugging choose to release their respective bodies.

"Wilson, you owe me a lot of explanation. Let's go in now." said Fredi while letting them all in.

The gaze of the man's eyes fell on the two young men who were extremely handsome and full of leader aura. The smile on his face expands when it can ascertain who the handsome man in his house is now.

Dava pushed his father's wheelchair and they all ended up sitting in the family seat with their eyes on each other.

There was no long heard laughter from the four young couples. They are really happy at the age of twilight now still able to meet and hug again like before.

"Our faces are both wrinkled, Sya." said Madam Hana giggled looking at the faces of the two of them who apparently could not avoid his age.

"Hahaha.I think only I will have hundreds of folds on my face. You are hahaha too." Tarisya chuckled when he saw the beautiful face of the friend who could not be tight and glowing like before.

Dava and Jendi chuckled at the conversation of the old men in front of her.

"What happened to you guys?" tanya Fredi finally started the intro with her best friend.

This is where Mr. Wilson began to tell her everything that happened to them some years ago. Everything happened so horribly. Until he and his wife could not go or ask for help because their confinement was done very closely. There was no room for him to seek help. No family can find out because they have no family. There was only Mbok Nan and Ruth left.

And they can what? Against the cunning of Mr. Iwan and Mr. Deni at that time.

Fredi and his wife's happy face suddenly clouded because they felt guilty. They did not even dare to do anything because indeed the news felt so real. Even the police were so strong to close their case.

"If I wasn't worried about your daughter.I really wanted to go through the case by hiring someone, Wil." said Mr. Fredi so sad to hear the story of his friend's suffering.

This is when he felt unworthy to be called a friend again. It feels really sorry, if he knew all the accidents did not make them die maybe with all his might he would still seek the whereabouts of the friend.

But the news that they had died made Fredi desperate and give up before the war.

"What you did was right, Fredi. I am so proud to have a friend like you. In accordance with my promise. If my wife and I leave, don't look for any of their loopholes. Because your movements will definitely remain monitored by them. The only family close to me are you. I'd be very guilty if your family were involved" Mr Wilson said at length.

After a long conversation, now they continue to discuss about two handsome men in front of him now.

"Are they.." point to Mr. Fredi who finds it difficult to name the little man who used to be very close to him.

Tarisya replied with a proud smiling face. "Well, they're Berson and Jeff. Two little boys who like to chase you when they come home to ask for a press."

The sound of laughter echoed in the middle room when remembering a really funny and very dear time has been missed in vain.

Fredi and Mr Wilson's faces were so reddened given how mischievous the two boys in front of him were as kids. Different from this moment which was very polite, authoritative and silent. No more lip spills like before.

"Uncle misses those days, Jeff, Berson. You two always fight for Uncle every time you come to your house. Not even your father does any good in your house." Fredi laughed while shaking his head amusedly.

"Excuse us, Uncle." said Dava and Joints together while cupping both hands feeling guilty.

"No. You don't need to apologize." Fredi's hand waved in the air rejecting the two handsome men's apologies. He was still enjoying his long-held laughter.

"If it can be repeated again, Uncle actually wants to come to your home every day to enjoy those times. Unfortunately...Uncle didn't know it was our last meeting before you grew up." The happy look in Fredi's eyes turned sad again.

There is a sense of guilt when remembering the last seconds of his visit to the friend's house in Jakarta at that time.

Visiting at that time, he clearly remembered when Jendi and Dava scrambled to ask in the car to take a walk to their home garden. However, Fredi who already had a meeting schedule a few more moments was forced to leave.

Leaving two crying children in the arms of his father and his mother because of the passing of their beloved uncle.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. Forgive Uncle who could not accompany you back then just because of a meeting that had no meaning at all." Fredi bowed sadly.

He was very aware, the material he was chasing at that time even took his last days to be with his two beloved nephews.

Without realizing it, Dava and Jendi who had looked calm suddenly felt a shadow crossed his head.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

The cry of a little boy echoed just like that in his second ear.

"Jeff, Uncle's at work, son. It's not good to cry like that, dear." the soft voice of a woman holding her tenderly gave her understanding.

"Uncle! Uncle! It's it!" the voice of the boy again was the same.

"Smart Dad's son. Not good like that Berson. You're a smart kid. Come on, let's just play with Mother and Brother Jeff?" a man's voice calms a child.

"Jeff!"

"Berson!" screams and hand grips in the arm made Dava and Joints simultaneously aware of the dizziness.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Tarisya examined the state of his two children with extremely anxious faces.

"Dad...Mother!" The two handsome men hugged Tarisya's body closer to them.

Tarisya was very surprised to see the reaction of his two children. What happened to them, he thought.

"Tell Mother. What's going on?" ask again.

His hands tried to rub the backs of his two children who were still hugging so tightly.

Mr. Wilson, Fredi and his wife were no less confused to see the behavior of Dava and Joints who embraced Tarisya so full of sadness.

There was nothing wrong with the story. Fredi is confused.

"Mother, Jeff has remembered it." said Dava.

"Berson too, Mother. We all remember. Forgive us, Mother." continued Jendi confidently.

"What's? You guys remember everything? Thank goodness. Mother was very happy to hear it." Tarisya quickly wiped away her happy tears.

He knew exactly what had happened to his son before.

After everything that happened, finally they talk at length about the past and of course Dava and Jendi are entertained to hear all their stories in childhood until the birth of their younger brother named Shandy. Somehow clever Mr. Wilson so that no one knows about the exchange of the baby.

However, for them it is not mandatory to open. Enough of their families who know and no longer need to be open. Everything is over and Ruth will forever remain their child.

Before long came the voice of a middle-aged woman in a household assistant uniform.

"Master, Madam. The lunch is ready." he said very politely.

As Madam Hana ordered earlier to prepare lunch.

"alright. Thank you, Bi." said Mrs Hana softly.

Then he let it all go for lunch.

Everyone sat quietly at the dining table. Not with Dava. He grabbed his phone with an anxious face. Who else would he worry if not the woman who gave birth to the child.

"I just got to Bandung."

"Eat a lot."

"Have you eaten?"

"Don't eat anything. Ask Mbok Nan first which one is good and which is not."

"How, have you eaten?"

"I'm going to have lunch. Eat fast don't be late."

"I'm sorry I couldn't bribe you this afternoon. But tomorrow morning I promise I'll feed you breakfast."

Dava frowned when he saw all the messages he sent none of them were read by the brown-eyed woman.

"Sorry everyone, excuse me for a moment. Go ahead." Dava said very politely although he actually felt bad for leaving the dinner table when everyone was almost starting their lunch.

"Hello, Mbok." greet Dava aloud when the phone connection is connected.

"Dad," the boy's voice with his centile rang out across the street.

"Daughter, where's Mamah? Where's Mbok Nan?" ask Dava so impatiently.

"Ih...Who's dad anyway? Mamah or Mbok Nan? Dad can't be a neighbor's grass." Princess chirped so absurdly made Dava hit her forehead.

"Gosh, Son. Where did you hear that vocabulary from? It's not like that to say it. Huh.there-there's just." Dava shook his head in surprise at the child's connectivity.

"You're so booby he said sleepy, Dad. You know, he ate a lot. Kalahin the same Princess Mbok Nan again." his chuckling led Dava can breathe a sigh of relief instantly.

It turns out the woman was asleep. It is only right not to return messages from him.