The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Tension

"Valentino got away again, brother!" Delon simply smiled bitterly in response to Angga's remark. He knew very well who his sister-in-law was facing. He is a very cunning man.

"I have guessed. He's a crafty man, Ngga. We'd better think of a way to get Valentino into our trap."

Something stuck in Delon's mind. He wanted to ask that to his sister-in-law, but he still hesitated. But if the problem is not quickly discussed, fear will impact on the relationship Angga and his sister.

"Well, you want to ask something to the room?" Angga looked towards Delon. You can see clearly Delon's face turned serious.

"What, Brother?'

"Did Papa know that you are the son of Mr. Dwipangga?" Jleb questions it was able to make Angga tremble, in surprise. Maybe Angga should indeed tell her brother-in-law honestly.

"Not yet, Brother," he replied in a dispirited tone.

"So my guess is, Papa doesn't know that Amalia married her enemy's son" Delon said.

Seeing her brother-in-law just shut up, made Angga a little awkward. Because of one more lie, Delon knew.

"Sister, would Papa be angry if he found out that Angga was the son of the man who put his brother in prison?" This time Delon who felt a little surprised and confused would answer what.

"Before you answer your question. Brother wants to ask you something. What do you know about your Papa and Papa, other than the Big Brother case?" Angga looked towards Delon. She was confused as to why her brother-in-law asked her that. Is there anything he doesn't know about his papa and Sapta's pak.

"They only know the problem, brother. Is there anything Angga doesn't know about them?" Delon took a long breath. The assumption is correct, Angga is not aware of the hostility between Mr. Dwi and the Sapta pact.

Seeing her brother not making a sound, Angga again asked. "Sister, does anyone know anything about them?" reworked.

Delon soon realized from his daydream. Before his sister-in-law put her in suspicion. "Nothing!" answer Delon. Maybe this is not the time for Angga to know, about the hostility of Mr. Dwi and the Sapta pact. And let Angga know for himself, it was Delon's choice.

"Sister, can Angga ask Brother for something?" Delon turned towards Angga.

"Hmmm, tell me what you want?" Angga regulated his breathing, after which he mentioned his request.

"Don't tell Papa first, if Angga is the son of the one who threw his brother in prison," he asked and made Delon squint his forehead.

"Let the Angga say it directly to Papa. But not for now, Angga needs time" he continued. Delon could only sigh roughly. She had no choice but to agree to her sister-in-law's request.

"Yes, Brother will not tell Papa," said Delon, Angga smiled with relief. At least he had to prepare the right time for her to say honesty to her in-laws.

They arrived in Bogor at 16:00 WIB. Where the plantation workers have started to come home from work. It has become a sight in that place if the hours go and go home from work. There will be dozens of workers who will return to their homes. The neighbor beside the house of Sapta sir noticed the presence of Angga and Delon. With her papal soul, the holy mother approached them.

"You, aren't Sapta sir's son-in-law?" tanyanya pointed at Angga. Madam Sutijah did know that Angga was her husband Amalia. Because at the time of the lecture, Mrs Sutijah most kepo asked this and that.

"Yes, Mom!" angga replied commenting on the friendly smile on the fat woman. Now his eyes are on Delon.

Delon was indeed the first time to set foot in the area. So that the people there do not know who he is. Because when he went to prison, Mr. Sapta and his family still live in Jakarta. The woman pointed towards Delon. "This, who?" tanyanya.

Angga hurriedly answered the question of Sutijah ma'am. "This is Amalia's sister, I'm sorry our mother first," said Angga left Bu Sutijah who was still standing sculpting, staring confusedly at the two of them.

Arriving at home, Angga knocked on the door of the half-permanent house that stood firm around the green tea tree. After a while, Reyhan opened the door. When he saw Angga coming, the teenager was like an exuberance. But at once he looked at the man who was beside his sister-in-law, as if he could not believe the figure. A few times he opened his eyes, to make sure that what he saw was real. After that, Reyhan held Delon. "Sister!!!"

"Who, Rey?" shouted Pak Sapta following his son. Same with Reyhan. Pak Sapta also did not believe that the man who was with his daughter-in-law was Delon. Without feeling her tears dripping, touched to see her son was out of prison. Pak Sapta immediately approached the three of them.

"Father!!" Delon slowly released his embrace from his sister's body. After that, he hugged Sapta sir with a cry from both of them.

Bu Leha was the same, as surprised as Pak Sapta and Reyhan. They did not expect Delon to be free with his sentence. They finally told her son and daughter-in-law to go inside.

Without feeling it's time for dinner. And tonight Ms. Leha cooked Delon's favorite meal, her first son. Pepes of broiled fish, grilled terasi sambel and grilled rice that contains, anchovies, spices, and other kitchen spices. They were sitting in their own places. Bu Leha, put the grilled rice one by one in their plate.

Angga was very amazed by the cuisine of his mother-in-law. The man unmitigatedly praised him in front of Bu Leha directly. "Ma, this is really good." Angga fed the food without a spoon. And it feels more delicious than using a spoon.

"Hmm, your mother is the best when it comes to cooking," praised Pak Sapta for making Bu Leha blush.

"That's great, Pa. Dear Amalia is not coming, Azka is too. Though they miss the same cuisine Mama," said Angga. Bu Leha remembered her favorite grandson.

"Oh yes, Ngga. Azka how have you been down yet hot?" delon asked worried about the state of his father.

"Alhamdulillah, Brother. Just called Angga. He said he wanted to eat again" Angga replied, still eating his food.

That dinner they spent with small talk discussing Angga's work in the office. That's what makes Delon's feelings erratic. Seeing the closeness of his papa with Angga that is so familiar. But will it happen, if the Sapta sir knows who the real Angga is. Will the familiarity will remain, or vice versa Sapta pact will not accept Angga to be his son-in-law.

Now the three of them were chatting on the terrace. Enjoyed the beauty of that night. The stars scattered in the sky. Marking the night was so bright. There is not the slightest cloud that envelops.

They chatted with warm tea and boiled sticky cassava, and fried for a while. Food that has never been eaten by Angga. And the man enjoyed the food so much. To the point that it is almost finished one plate, the hornbill is delicious.

"Now tell Papa. How can you be free, so soon, Lon?" Mr. Dwi opened their serious chat.

"They managed to prove Delon's innocence, and prove the real culprit" Delon replied. Pak Sapta just nodded, holding his chin. A moment later he turned to look at Angga.

"Papa salute you, Ngga. That way you can prove Delon's innocence, "praise Sapta.

"Oh yes, Ngga. When are you gonna bring your parents here to see Papa. Didn't he accept your marriage?" The question of the Sapta sir made Angga choke, out of shock. Delon immediately gave the drink to Angga, and immediately Angga took a sip.

"Yes Pa. Angga's parents are planning to create a wedding reception for Angga and Amalia. Well at that time, inshaa Allah Angga will bring them here," Angga said in a nervous tone.

"Ok, Papa wait for their presence."

They continued their conversation inside the house. The cold air of the area makes them not feel at home for long outside the house. Moreover, the health of the Sapta pact has recently decreased. Angga also asked his father-in-law to stop working, and will bear the cost of living his family. But Pak Sapta refused it on the grounds, it would not be nice if it did not work. Already accustomed. And it cannot be forced by Angga. He appreciated his decision-making more. Moreover, Delon, who has joined the Angga company. Making Sapta pak is not good anymore, if you have to trouble Angga.

In a luxurious house that looks lonely. A young mother accompanied her son to play. While Ms. Renata and Mr. Dwi, they went out from this afternoon and did not return home. Amalia was accompanied only by her household assistant, and the security guard was standing guard in front.

A black sedan stopped in front of the fence. A long-haired man but not seen his face because educating masks walked towards the gate of the house. The security guard noticed that someone was approaching.

"Excuse me sir, I'd like to see Mr. Angga. I came from his office to provide important documents for him" the man told Angga security.

The security guard did not believe the man. Because he saw suspicious movements. "Pak Angga is not home, he is in Bogor," the security guard replied, will move from that place. But his movements stopped, as the man clutched his mouth with the dope. As a result, his body immediately drooped limp on the floor. And it was immediately utilized by them to retrieve the key located in the pocket of the security guard's pants.

After getting the lock on the fence. The man immediately opened the gate and called for his partner to get out of his car, and launched the action.

He was the man who entered the area of Mr. Dwi's house. Keep walking until you get to the main door. One of the men pressed the doorbell. Before long, Amalia came to open the door and....

To be continued

The peak of conflict...