The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Sapta sir's arrival to Jakarta

"Dad, Azka wants to see Mother!" whining the boy who came straight down from Delon's lap when he saw his father coming out of the nursery.

"Yes baby! Just a little bit more yeah. Mother is still examined by a doctor," always Angga pinching his child's anxiety.

After the departure of the doctor who examined Amalia. Angga and Azka went straight inside followed by Delon behind him. Amalia's condition has begun to stabilize so that she can be visited by more than one person.

Although the situation has improved a little, but Amalia has not been able to move more. Because the stitches in the organs in his body have not recovered properly so that his movement must be limited.

Seeing that her mother was still lying limp in the hospital gurney, Azka did not dare to embrace her. The boy was afraid to hurt his mother. So, he just stood next to her. And so did Delon and Angga. Clearly a happy ranum covered Angga's face at that time, a smile emanated from his sweet lips. It makes the person who sees it feel peaceful.

"Darling, you're sober! I'm grinning, you can finally get through a critical period." Angga gently rubbed his wife's face with his index finger. Amalia was still flat to see her husband treat her. Angga still owes him an explanation.

"Sir, you are conscious." Now it's Delon's turn to talk. Now Amalia's face turned to look at her brother. Look closely, the man standing on the left side of his vault.

"Sister, I'm sorry..." Amalia did not continue her words. The woman then looked the other way.

"I'm sorry? Apologize for what, Dek?" delon asked still confused by the apology from his sister. The woman cried, and sobbed as her brother began to approach her. Seeing his wife crying, Angga immediately wiped away the tears that began to flow on the pillow.

"Sttt...honey, why are you crying? Explain it to us!" No less worried about his uncle and father, Azka also spoke.

"Mother why are you sad?" tanya Azka plain. Now Amalia's iris turns to look at her son. He smiled at Azka.

"Honey, Mother's child. Mother is not sad!" he did not want to discuss the matter in front of his son. Amalia chose to wait for the right time to find answers to Valentino's words.

"Darling, don't cry anymore." Angga was happy when Amalia stopped sobbing. But there is something strange felt by Angga. Amalia seemed to run away from him, every time he spoke to her he was never answered by his wife. Makes the Anga a little worried.

Next day. Angga asks Delon to take his son home. That night they stayed in the hospital. Azka, actually when Bu Renata and Pak Dwi came home they were invited to come along. But Azka did not want to, she insisted on being with her mother. Finally, because they could not bear to see Azka who continued to whine, Ms. Renata and Pak Dwi let her granddaughter to sleep in the hospital. After all in the VIP room, where Amalia is in the care there is a long sofa to sleep the child. Adults should sleep sitting down.

At Angga's request, Delon takes Azka to his grandfather's house. The boy initially refuses, with little seduction from his father. Finally agreed to go home with his uncle. After taking her daughter home, Delon went straight to Bogor to pick up her parents.

While in the hospital, Amalia who was awake from her sleep stared blankly at the window. He still remembers what hurt him. There were a lot of questions that came to Amalia's mind. But he didn't believe what he heard at the time. But when it comes to connecting event after event, it does lead in that direction.

Angga who just went to the hospital cafe, went inside. He saw his wife open her eyes. So that makes Angga put the food he just bought on the table, close to the sofa. Angga chose to greet his wife first, let alone see Amalia look moody. He wanted to know what was going through his wife's mind.

"Darling, are you awake?" Angga pulled a chair not far from where Amalia was lying. After that, he landed his body there.

"Dear, what's wrong with you? I think I'm a gini!" Amalia did not take her eyes off the window.

"Say baby! What have I done, that makes you behave like I do?" Angga's question attracted the woman's attention to turn to look at him.

"Now, explain what's going on?" angga continued to look fixed on his wife's face.

"Have you kept something secret to me?" Amalia's question instantly made Angga tremble. Unable to deny. If he was already faced with this situation, Angga would no longer be able to dodge.

"Why silence?" Unanswered by her question, Amalia snorted in annoyance.

"Dear, what do you want to know about me?" Angga's question increasingly makes Amalia become upset, instead of answering her question, Angga actually asked her back.

"Why are you asking me. Answer my question, just now!" Amalia widened her eyeballs. Makes Anga more cornered.

"Yes dear. I have a secret you don't know. But believe me baby, if the time is right I alone will uncover the secret to you," explained Angga.

"No need, I already know everything!" sahut Amalia was lazy to look at the face of Angga.

"Know what, baby?" Angga gasped in shock.

"Know, about the secret of your brother's death!" Angga widened his eyes.

"Why? You surprised?" continued Amalia.

"Valentino told me everything. About papa paying so that the key witness does not come to court. About us who wanted to free my brother. He told me everything. And do you know who Papa really is?" Amalia paused her sentence to regulate her breath that began to suffocate in her chest. "Papa destroyed my papa's business. So he suffered."

Angga lust in a lightning strike amid howling to hear the words of his wife. Moreover, this, the matter of one is not yet resolved. Now that it had spread again to a new problem, he really did not expect. If his father was the one who was hated by the Amalia family.

"Why? You also just found out about that fact. Or you know it all and try to hide it from me." Angga could only stare at the face of his wife, he was also confused how to. But no, this can't be left alone. He had to explain to his wife the secret he was hiding.

"Darling, you misunderstood. I do know about the sister case. But I just found out, that papa is the one who is hated by your papa!!!" Angga tried to explain to his wife.

"But why are you hiding that from me? Your wife? Why?" Amalia started sobbing again. And it made him groan in pain again in his stomach. "Murghhh."

"Dear, what's wrong with you? You calm down, baby! Don't get emotional?" Angga tried to calm his wife who began to lose control so as to make her stomach feel pain.

Angga immediately called the doctor to re-examine the condition of his wife. She did not want anything to happen to Amalia who was still grimacing in pain from crying too much.

"Leave me here alone!" amalia on Angga. After being examined and given anti-pain medication by a doctor, the woman again looks a little fresher.

"Darling! Please listen to me. I have reason to do that to you!" sangkal Angga was still with a clear face, not wanting his wife to throw him out.

"Please, leave me alone." Angga could not see if his wife had pleaded like that. Finally he relented to get out of the place first and let his wife calm down a little first.

"Where's the mother, Dad?" asked Azka who was still struggling in her grandfather's arms.

"Mother is inside, baby!" answer Angga briefly.

"Why are you, no! Why is your face so tangled?" Now it's Dwi's turn to ask. Angga caught a glimpse of his papa, after which he fell back down.

"Well, is there a problem, baby?" Miss Renata is speaking. He was worried that something might happen to his daughter-in-law. "Amalia is fine, right!" continued Ms. Renata.

"Amalia is fine, Ma! The doctor just examined him" Angga said.

"Yes already, baby. Let's see you first, yuk!" take Miss Renata to her granddaughter. Azka immediately jumped in excitement. He can't wait to meet his mother.

Elsewhere, Delon had just arrived at her parents' home in Bogor.

Delon was immediately greeted by his father and mother who were ready to leave for Jakarta to see his sister, Amalia. But it just made Delon's heart feel anxious. Especially if later they meet with Mr. Dwi. What's going to happen there. It made Delon daydream, imagine it.

"Lon, let's go now!" exclaimed Bu Leha who was impatient to meet her daughter.

"Yes, Ma!" sahut Delon.

"What's wrong with you, Lon? Is there something about your sister?" ask Mr. Sapta. Now they have started walking towards the car that has been parked in the plantation area.

"No, Pa! There's nothing. Everything is fine!" answer Delon.

They became the center of attention of the workers who saw the Sapta family carrying a large bag, like going somewhere. "Where are you going to tea, Mr Sapta?" ask one of the workers.

"Oh this. We're going to Jakarta, Kang Asep!" reply Pak Sapta to be honest.

"Wuiii, I'd like to see you. Wah menih yummy pisan pak Sapta mah. Got a rich man's son-in-law" Kang Asep said.

"Yes, it's Kang. Excuse me first. Afraid of arriving in Jakarta," pamit pak Sapta did not respond too much to Asep's remarks.

"Oh yeah, you snobs!"

They are now on their way to Jakarta. In the car, not too Randi with their voices. Delon was clearly thinking of something. While Sapta and Bu Leha's pak, they were already impatient to meet their daughter. Until the silence was broken, when Sapta asked Delon about his daughter-in-law.

"Lon, have you met Angga's parents?"

"Su-dah, Pa!" Angga looks nervous. Afraid that her father would ask her more.

"What's the guy, Lon?" Delon tried to find the right answer to his question.

"People are friendly, Pa!" answer thus.

"Well, Papa can't wait to see them. Amalia also often said that her in-laws now love her very much. Papa was grateful, Amalia was well received by them!" exclaimed Pak Sapta imagining his meeting with his iron.

"Yes, I can't wait to meet them!" sahut Bu Leha's. Instantly made Delon swallow his own Slavina. He could not imagine what the meeting would be like. Will the meeting of the two families will be beautiful like the shadow of his parents. Or vice versa, the meeting will create a commotion between Mr. Dwi and his father. Really, Delon is not capable of dreaming.

Until not felt, they reached the hospital where Amalia was treated. It just so happens that the day is already approaching dusk. So most likely, Mr. Dwi and his wife have returned home. Delon took her parents to her sister's nursery. When they got there, they were greeted warmly by Angga. They all went into that room. And sure enough, Mr. Dwi and his wife had indeed returned home since four in the afternoon. For a while it was still safe. Nothing happened yet.

"Darling, Amalia. How are you doing?" Bu Leha immediately approached her son.

"Mama!" Amalia was surprised to see her parents present.

"Yes, honey. You are worried about your situation. How, baby, how do you feel, now?" ask Mr. Sapta, who stroked his daughter's hair.

"Alhamdulillah has gone for Pa. It's been less pain" replied Amalia smiling forcefully.

"Am, where are your in-laws and Papa's grandchildren?" Sapta clingak-clinguk sir is looking for their whereabouts.

"Home home, Pa!" Their faces were slightly disappointed, as they had not been able to meet the iron that day.

"Sister, can go with Angga for a moment!" whispered Angga to her sister-in-law. Delon nodded, and they walked out of the place.

"What's up, Ngga?" delon asked when they were outside.

"Amalia knows everything, brother. Valentino told me!" sahut Angga holds his temple.

"And now, Amalia turns to Angga. He was disappointed and blamed Angga" Angga continued, then he sat down on the chair.

"You are patient, No. It wasn't easy for Amalia to accept. I'm sure he'll be back as he was then again! to you. Patience is!" Delon gave understanding to his sister-in-law.

"Yes, Brother. It's Angga's fault. From the beginning it had already hidden this matter from him." Delon sat down next to Angga. Their feelings are the same, worried about the future. Not to mention, Amalia has been acting that way to Angga. Especially if Mr. Sapta knows.

"Now we pray that this matter will be resolved quickly." Mr. Sapta who slightly heard their conversation, asked.

"The problem? What problems?