The Untouched Heart

Chapter 152 - Just Thirty Minutes

Za finally fell asleep. He kept his eyes open even though he was already very sleepy. Truly a stubborn wife. Though with the condition of his body that is in the recovery stage, he needs a lot of rest.

I have an important event tonight. We've had enough to feel the loss, not anymore. It all ends tonight. After laying Za down on our bed, I immediately got ready. I only wore a T-shirt with a long-sleeved V neckline with jeans, then fitted with one of my work suits.

After kissing her forehead, I went with Kafin to the place where the interview was held. Of course the building had been filled with reporters from other television stations who wanted to get a single sentence of confirmation from me. But I didn't say a word.

I was taken to a room to prepare myself. I won't let them throw anything in my face. But didn't resist when they put a small microphone in the collar of my suit and hid the transmitter in the belt on my lower back.

By the time the host finally invited me in, I came out from behind the stage and refused to shake his hand. He knew the rules, still trying to embarrass me on camera. Not surprisingly, he's Dicky's man.

He made small talk congratulating me on my new position in the company. The first question he asked was my relationship with Za which I immediately admitted that we were husband and wife. I raised the ring on my right ring finger that was identical to the one Za wore on the company's anniversary as well as Qiana's wedding. They displayed the photo I meant on the screen behind me and the interviewer.

The woman asked for another piece of evidence, I didn't grant it. My marriage certificate and Za, both issued by the church and Disdukcapil are private documents not for public consumption. Whether they believe it or not, I don't care.

“Propositions you are divorced with Ms Zahara due to the presence of a third party, is that true?” Me and Za are back together and they have to ask the past?

“I won't answer it. It was very personal.” The audience cheered at me who was immediately calmed down by the person standing in front of the audience seats.

“Vivaldo already admitted it himself, even the video proving that they went through a night together at a hotel is undeniable. Are you sure that's not the reason?” He hasn't given up.

“I love my wife very much. I will not divorce her for trivial matters,” I replied calmly.

“How about your response to Vivaldo's quite surprising confession that your son turned out to be his biological son?” ask her by keeping smiling. “He even showed irrefutable proof.”

“Please see for yourself the difference in test results he showed with my original test results.” I believe the screen behind me showed a comparison of the two test results. “And observe my test results with my two children.”

I looked at the faces inside the studio. The audience as well as the crew were setting their sights on the screen. “I and Vivaldo are not siblings. If so, our DNA test results with Hadi would not be exactly the same. Hadi is my son, and so is Dira. Please, don't bring my children again in this business.”

“We seem to need experts to be able to help read which results are genuine and which are fake, Mr. Mahendra.” The woman laughed, hiding her discomfort. “So, is that why you reported Vivaldo to the authorities until sentenced to prison? You avenge his deeds that have slept with your wife?”

“A person who dares to steal another man's wife must also be a thief in other matters. I found evidence that he made several unofficial transactions with his superiors while figuring out his background approaching my wife. As a good citizen, it is my duty to report it.

“I know the motto of this television network is to uncover the truth. Then why was the man who did that stamped to avenge the actions of his wife's bullies? Shouldn't you support my actions?

“I have some evidence that my wife did not cheat with him voluntarily. The guy you interviewed paid people to follow my wife wherever she went. Then the man will come to see her as if their meeting was unplanned.”

The screen broadcast CCTV footage that my team hacked from various locations where a man was clearly seen following Za. Then the tape where Vivaldo came to approach him. Also the pictures of my wife with him were taken secretly, except for those in the parking lot. I'll never let anyone see it.

Everyone was silent, and so was the interviewer. I used that opportunity to continue my speech. I purposely let the screen continue to display evidence after evidence that Irwan gathered so that the interviewer's attention was distracted and forgot the next question.

“The hotel CCTV footage is strictly confidential and will only be issued for police investigation purposes. But Nora as Vice President Director of Kencana Karya Group who owns the hotel deliberately gave the recording to Dicky Ardiyanto to first air on INITV and INI.com to damage my good name and my family.”

Irwan manages to find the footage where Nora and Dicky meet again to provide the CCTV footage. The meeting of the three of them with Vivaldo at the restaurant in the Nora family-owned hotel was also displayed on the screen.

“As long as my wife and I are apart, there are some people who want to approach us. Some of them did not like to see us back together, among them were Dicky Ardiyanto and Nora Camillia. I will definitely take this matter to the law. This is defamation.

“For every evil word you label my wife you will pay dearly. She was a victim of abuse, humiliated by the men and women who ran into her, even until my son was treated unfairly, all because of the actions of these two people.”

I deliberately didn't mention about the miscarriage that Za had just experienced. We don't need any false sympathy from them all. Nor do I need to prove that the barren accusation they gave me is untrue. My goal was to come show myself in front of the camera just one. Clear my wife's name.

“Start removing your malicious comments on social media. Because my team will start hunting you one by one and demanding justice for all the insults you have spread in cyberspace that made my wife's reputation destroyed.”

The studio was immediately filled with crasping sounds from the audience, the crew, even the woman who interviewed me. They all focus on their phones. Justjust wonderful. There was a scream from someone from the headset attached to my ear to immediately replace the live show to the show. But I'm not done yet.

“Dicky, I know what you did at Peak.” The screen must be showing leaflets of images of the kidnappers' blurred faces with DPO labels from the local police. That was followed by a photo of his real face that had just been taken after he was captured which was very similar to the first image.

“Prepare to pay for all your evil deeds to my family.” The screen displayed CCTV footage of the man repeatedly coming into his office, as well as photos of them meeting secretly in a parking lot that Irwan's colleagues had photographed before the man was arrested.

I ignored the panicked cries of who I was in my ears. I took off the earphones. There's nothing they can do. Irwan has hacked into their channel and helped me put evidence after evidence on the screen. Now they know what will happen if they dare to play dirty. I'll act even dirtier.

The situation in the studio went awry according to my plan. I stood up and walked towards the back of the stage. The cafeteria stood there with a worried look. He gave me my phone back. I read the name on the screen.

“Iya, Yun.” I walked towards the exit.

“Master, Big Mistress ...” said Yuyun in a vibrating voice.

“I'll be home soon.” Without asking what happened, I accelerated my pace.

“You can't just leave after humiliating me.” Dicky was standing so arrogantly in front of me, blocking my way as soon as I was in the parking lot. A few people dressed in all black gathered and stood between the two of us.

“Oh, yes?” Everyone dressed in black turned their bodies around. “You don't even know who's friend and who's opponent?”

Dicky started to panic. “What? What are you guys doing? All you have to deal with is him, not me,”