Destiny Son-in-law Wasted
11. Back to the House of In-Law

Belinda would tell her husband over the phone that her daughter-in-law she threw away had returned to her house without suspecting anything and was still as she used to be.

Trowels.

Belinda called her husband, she looked upstairs where Bela's room was.

"Hello, my husband."

"Hello baby, what are you calling me?" ask Arman across the street.

"My husband, you better go home" Belinda said.

"What's wrong? Is anything important?"

" Yes Arman, you're home soon."

"Hey just tell me, why are you so panicked as it sounds?"

" You know, his daughter-in-law. Yoga, he's at home."

"What's? Don't talk to you Belinda!"

"That's why you're going home now!"

"Okay, I'm home now."

Clik.

Belinda hung up her phone with Arman. He walked back and forth because he was upset and anxious so one. afraid because now Bela is not like before.

He saw Bela coming down from the stairs with an annoyed face. Belinda approached her son who looked grim.

"Darling, what's that rascal doing in your room?" ask Belinda.

"Huh, she's sleeping ma. I want to get out of the house, see Alvin" Bela said.

"Wait for your dad to come home, Mama has already seen your dad and he's coming home" Belinda said.

Bela gave a rough snort, he sat down on the dining table chair and picked up the wine that was on the table. Belinda herself was still wondering about the money that Yoga brought, whether her son was given by the daughter-in-law whom she considered trash.

"Defender, did the bad guy give you the money with you?" ask Belinda.

"Yet ma."

"Are you not suspicious of where the money is?"

"So she said."

"Do you believe?"

"Come on ma."

Both of them were silent Bela was still chewing the grapes in her mouth. Before long there was a sound of car roar in the courtyard of the House. Belinda immediately met her husband in front, she walked quickly followed by Bela.

In the living room Belinda and Arman met, her husband looked around the room. There was no man he was looking for.

"Where is she ma?" ask Arman.

"There's in my room pa." replied Bela.

"Huh, get him down!" arman said increasingly upset to hear the answer his son.

"Well pa."

Bela immediately turned around and she headed for the stairs to go to her room. She would call her husband who had fallen asleep tired during the journey from China to her in-laws' house.

Brak!

Bela opened the door of her room violently, she saw Yoga still asleep in her bed very comfortably and asleep. Bela approached and stood in front of Yoga.

"Hey! Wake up!" screamed Bela loudly.

Yoga doesn't budge, he's still sleeping. Bela was upset, then she hit her husband's back hard. Yoga surprised her and opened her eyes.

"Darling, what did you hit me with?" tanya Yoga changes position to sit.

"Don't call me that! I'm sick of hearing it." said Bela panted.

"Oh yeah? Papa has come home, waah very happy to see papa again. I will tell my experience to papa while left at sea." said Yoga with a happy face.

Bela turned the ball, she was not out of thought with her husband's mind. Why is there no grudge even in his heart, but Bela sneered at Yoga which still looks innocent in his eyes.

Bela walked away from Yoga, then Yoga followed the steps of Bela from behind. He pulled his wife's hand together, but Bela brushed it off quickly with an annoyed face.

Yoga also undoes his intention, he just walks parallel to Bela. Down the stairs one by one with a view circulating down.

In the living room, Belinda and Arman were staring at him. Arman's gaze actually contains a tremendous shock, how could Yoga still be alive and in good condition.

Yoga smiled at Arman, a smile full of mystery in Arman's eyes. But then he approached Arman and Belinda quickly after his feet had stepped on the ceramic floor.

"Welcome to see you again" said Yoga, stretching out his arms.

But instead Arman backed off and brushed off Yoga's hand.

"How did you survive?" tanya Arman does not believe in Yoga.

"Yes papa, I was saved by a fisherman. And I was taken to his house" said Yoga.

"Huh, you better die Yoga. Why do you come to this house again" said Belinda harshly.

"I miss my wife, ma. She must have lost me, after three years I disappeared" Yoga said innocently.

"Huh, what? To lose? Bela it's got ....."

"Ma!"

Arman prevents Belinda from telling Yoga about Bela Now. The gesture filled gaze made Belinda just sniff in annoyance.

"Now, what do you want to come here again Yoga?" ask Arman.

"Of course stay here again pa. Bela my wife must be delighted with the return to this house" Yoga said excitedly.

"Ck, you should have given him money. As long as you're gone three years, you don't give him money" Belinda said cynically.

"Mom take it easy, I'll give that to my wife a lot. I will give all my money to Bela" said Yoga again.

"How much money? You think giving Bela that ten million you think is a lot?" ask Belinda again.

"Don't worry ma, I'll give Bela more money than that" Yoga said.

"Here you go, papa's going to the office again. It felt sick to linger facing the loser" said Arman staring cynically at his daughter-in-law.

Bela glanced at her husband, she then went out of the house. But prevented by Yoga.

"Honey, where are you going?" ask Yoga.

"I want to go, don't stop me!" bela looked intently at her husband.

"But you're back, right? I just came, why are you leaving again?" ask Yoga.

"Don't interfere in my business! I don't care what you want here, the longer you stay in this house. The more sick I get of you!" bela said.

He then stepped away leaving Yoga glued to its place. Belinda also approached Yoga with a cross-section and a nyinyir gaze on the daughter-in-law who she considers trash.

"Your wife doesn't care about you, why do you still insist on staying in this house" Belinda said, sneering at Yoga.

"Why is ma? Bela has always been like that. I don't care, the most important thing is that I'm her husband and I'll still be her husband" Yoga said.

"Huh, husband? A trashy husband like you should indeed live in a slum and despicable place. Not in this house!" belinda.

"If you hate me, hate nothing. Don't influence Bela" says Yoga.

"Belda is my son! Can you tell me not to influence him? Just dream of you! I don't want my son to be miserable with you!" belinda.

He then left in the presence of Yoga, while the man snorted violently. He steps up the stairs, he will rest in the room and call his assistant Mark in Italy.

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