The Soulmate of Dad

45. Concealed

The meeting of the managers of the Moeda cafe took place in Radit's company. Not without reason, it turns out that there are spying on moeda cafes. The meeting lasted quite a long time. There's a lot they have to negotiate to finish. Lunch was not able to reach the expected exit.

Iyan exhaled a rough breath. He was still at home in the meeting room when everyone was already looking for food.

"Aren't you having lunch?" Iyan who had just turned on his phone was staring at the brother.

"Abang itself why is it still here?" Iyan asked back to Radit.

"This numb mouth, '" he answered while focusing on the laptop screen.

"I'm sorry, Bang." Radit was surprised by the words that came out of Iyan's mouth.

"I'm Moeda cafe so this is it," he regretted.

Radit smiled and looked towards his sister-in-law who was now a handsome young man.

"There's nothing wrong with this. Neither you nor your brother, you are not wrong. Maybe even Moeda cafe is just as busy as God."

In this state of dizziness Radit can still be wise. He is not at all emotional in dealing with the problems that exist. Ten billion dollars is a small thing for him. However, he was also not a person who always relied on money. When problems hit, money becomes a lightning exit. But Radit is not like that. He will look for the root of the problem, the last new way of solving it using his money.

"Do you want to eat food?" tawar Radite.

"No need, Bang." Iyan refused, but he was not hungry.

Iyan just wanted to hear Beeya's voice to restore her mood. Iyan had already dialed Beeya's number, but there was no answer. He also sent a message,

it's still the same. Read only without reply.

"Thank you call me let me clear," she said.

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Beeya let her phone keep ringing. Now, he was sitting on the edge of his father's koi fish pond. His feet he put into the pool with his feet constantly moving in the pool.

"For too long I've been someone else" he murmured. He looked around the house from the baby he was in. However, more than half of this year he left.

There was still sadness on his face. Six months had already passed, but he still could not forget the incident. The events that really scared her also made her someone else. Both of his parents did not know him.

"Fight your fear. You have to be a tough woman. The more you're scared, the more happy someone is."

"Look, that young man loves you very much. One thousand single men who would accompany a woman to a psychiatrist. Usually men would think the woman was crazy if she came to a psychiatrist, but the young man did not. In fact, he seems happy. Just a couple like you."

Iyan, that man is now filling his head. Always present in every dream and he became the reason to return as before. He wanted to know Iyan even further. It seemed like he had already missed a lot of things in Iyan.

Beeya opened her phone, her lips curling when reading a message from Iyan.

"Chagiya, don't be angry. I can clear everything."

Beeya let out a rough sigh, looking straight ahead with very pushy eyes.

"I used to trust only my girlfriend. No matter what others say. But in fact, he was actually suing me. How stupid of me." Beeya monologued herself with a voice that was so poignant.

If, given the incident he was truly sorry. Not believing the words of his friends and ending him with heartache is too deep. Moreover, see for yourself the depravity committed by the former. This time, he found something similar. A woman claimed on social media that Iyan was her future husband. Even a faint smile was etched on his face. He knows Iyan, he knows Iyan's true nature. Fun daydreaming the mother's voice shocked her.

"Iyan call Mamah, pick up no?" ask Beby.

"Don't, Mah." Beeya looked straight ahead.

"Keep, why are you like this, Bee? Don't make Mama worry."

Beeya smiled, then looked at her mother's face. "Bee promises, Bee will recover and won't make Mamah, Papah and Bu'de sad again. Bee will rise from this trauma. Bee will be Beeya Aryan's son."

Beby smiled and hugged his daughter's body. "Mommy misses Mamah's daughter."

The stronger Beeya's reason for getting up and healing. He must fight the humans who have been evil to him. He has to prove he's back. He's not fragile anymore.

Beeya had not contacted Iyan all day. He also kept his arrival to Jakarta a secret. Neither the phone nor the video were ever answered. He knew Iyan was emotional right now. He only smiled when he read Iyan's message.

"Chagiya, dong is angry. Don't torture me rich gini. I'm dizzy with the Moeda cafe business, you don't sulk. I should have given you support for me."

"If you are still sulking, I will not return to Bali. I'll stay here."

Beeya chuckled at the message from Iyan. Really like a child. The young man who usually does not talk much now even transformed into a human who is full of romantic words.

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Ten o'clock in the evening the meeting just finished. It has not yet made a final decision. Iyan exhaled a rough breath when the meeting had just closed Radit.

Iyan immediately checked his phone and again there was no reply from Beeya. Seeing his sister-in-law's face tangled made Radit itchy to ask.

"Beeya?"

Hearing Beeya's name made Iyan look at the brother. Highlight the eyes Iyan could not lie.

"Not bad?" Iyan showed me his social media. Radit just laughed.

"So you've guessed."

Now, Iyan steady Radit with a questionable highlight. Radit leaned his back on his seat of greatness.

"She can already snatch your brother's sympathy, and now she wants to snatch your sympathy."

Iyan smiled faintly when he heard Radit's words. "That's never gonna happen."

Radit smiled, then he told Iyan to come closer to him. Radit whispered something.

"No!" Iyan immediately refused.

"Just invite, then you give this evidence and record the reason so that you can give to the police."

An entrapment idea that Radit had planned carefully, but he was not sure Iyan would help him. Radit is indeed a relaxed human being, but he will not mess with the actions he has taken. Whether the woman is pregnant or not. When doing wrong should be left to the authorities. Especially to hurt a lot of people.

"There you can also press him, why put up such a picture by marking you. Moreover, one Moeda cafe knows."

Iyan thought for a moment, finally his head nodded slowly agreeing to Radit's idea. Radit's cell phone rang, he answered immediately.

"Yes, honey."

"Ay, go home now. Aleesa's berserk and his hands won't escape Anggie's hair."

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