Melancholic CEO
Chapter 135: We meet at the religious court!
"What do you mean?" ask Mama Rhea. I don't know why he doesn't feel good.
"Just wait and see (wait and see)," replied Efron casually.
"What are you planning?" asked Mama Rhea suspiciously.
"Nothing (nothing)," replied Efron while shrugging his shoulders.
This person must be planning something, Inner Rhea was wary. Is this guy planning on doing something bad to us? suspiciousness.
He turned his eyes around. Other than the three of them, there was no one else. It seems that person has already rented a cafe. Maybe so that he can do evil without any eyewitnesses, his heart said in prejudice.
Although this man claimed to be my father, still I did not feel happy as his son, his heart said another word.
"Is it still a long time? Rhea and I still have business" said Rhea after how long they had remained silent.
"Wait a minute" stop Efron. " Now that's it coming," he said, pointing to the cafe door that opened automatically from the outside.
The deg! Farras! Mama Rhea's heart stopped beating.
Papa! Deg ...deg ...Rhea's heart was beating very fast. He himself could not hear his heartbeat.
What does this guy mean to ask papa here? What is it to tell the truth about me? inner fretting.
"What do you mean ?" hiss Mama Rhea was angry. How dare this trash man invite Farras here.
"I just want to end your boring marriage" Efron said casually.
"Nonsolent," furious Mama Rhea. He wanted her to hit the fucking guy but she had to hold back. Because her husband is getting closer.
"Good morning Mr. Hadiyan" Efron said as soon as he saw Papa Rhea approaching.
Papa Rhea did not reply. He passed Efron without a word. His eyes were on his wife.
Hah, he didn't see me at all, Efron growled in heart. Only once has anyone dared to ignore me.
But never mind, he seems to be very angry at his wife. Very good, his mind is happy.
"What are you doing here?" ask papa Rhea.
Rhea did not dare to look at her father. Her mother was actually also unable to look at the bright brown eyeballs .
"Eat," answered Mama Rhea short.
"Just like other men?" papa Rhea was jealous.
"Sit down baby, we're talking good" said Mama Rhea trying to calm down.
"No need, "pull papa Rhea down firmly. " I told Mira to investigate the man, he's your ex, right?" point him at Efron who is sitting quietly.
"Yes, but now I have nothing to do with her dear" said Rhea's mother trying to convince her husband.
"If there's no why are you here? Along with Rhea, too," said papa Rhea. " If your ex didn't send a short message to my phone, I wouldn't know what you were doing" she said.
It turned out that the behavior of the trash man, Mama Rhea growled in her heart.
" It looks like I should thank this ex of you," continued papa Rhea as she turned her eyes back to Efron who looked leisurely observing.
"No need" said Efron.
(All these conversations are in Indonesian yes readers, Efron can speak Indonesian because he has Indonesian blood from his grandfather)
"I just want to take back my lost right!"
"What do you mean?" papa Rhea's toilet.
"Here," said Efron as he pulled out a piece of paper from his trouser bag and waved it in front of Papa Rhea's eyes.
"What's this?" papa Rhea was curious. He took the paper that Efron had waved before his eyes.
His eyes widened when he saw the writing on the paper. Dna testing? Rhea this biological boy?
"Explain what this is!" he crumpled the paper and threw it on the table.
"So right?" toilet papa Rhea with an angry quiver. " Have you cheated on me?"
"No," denied Mama Rhea quickly. " It only happens once. After the fashion show in Paris, the man drugged me and .." he tried to defend himself.
"Why then are you still in touch?" cut papa Rhea.
"That's.." said Mama Rhea paused for a moment. He doubted. It's impossible to tell the truth.
"we met at the religious court" papa Rhea cut cold . Heart hurts.
With hurried steps, Rhea's father went out of the cafe. His wife tried to pursue. But he was stopped by his son.
"Ma, let papa. Papa needs time to be alone" said Rhea, holding her mother.
"Yes, right," said Mama Rhea as she again shook her butt in the chair. His body felt weak to the bone.
"Now we continue our business" Rhea told Efron, who was still sitting down.
"There is an antidote for Rakhan," he continued, raising his hand.
"In a moment" said Efron while pulling the phone out of the shirt bag. He called Edward.
"My men will bring him here" he continued, closing his phone.
"You better hurry up and go, let your mama stay here" he advised.
"Why?" ask Rhea suspiciously. Why can't I go with my mom? Does this guy want to take Mama hostage? his inner.
"Because Rakhan is currently with Chayra" Efron said.
"I'll go with Rhea. I'm not the handicapped person who will stand in Rhea's way" said Mama Rhea.
"If you do not want to stay, I will not give the antidote to Rhea" threatened Efron.
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"Down me!" chayra shouted while wiggling her body.
"No," Damon replied as he tightened his arms around Chayra's body.
"Release Chayra!" exclaiming someone who and Merta make Chayra's heart rumbles with pleasure.
"Rakhan! " cried Chayra.
"No," Damon refused as he continued walking.
"Release Chayra!" reset Rakhan while attaching the gun to Damon's temple.
Shit, I just got rid of two annoying people. Now came another one, Damon growled in heart.
"Hurry up!" hardik Rakhan was impatient.
"Yes" Damon agreed. He took down Chayra from his sling.
"Taksa," called Rakhan to Taksa who was standing not far from him.
Seeing Rakhan off guard, Damon kicked the gun that was still around his temple.
BraK. The gun fell onto the asphalt.
It looks like there will be a fight, Chayra said. I gotta get out of here!
"Don't, Ma'am Chayra," prevent the taxa who already understand Chayra. " The CEO can be angry at me if you go '" he continued in a heartfelt tone.
"Alright," said Chayra relented.
Forcibly, he sees a fight between Damon and Rakhan. The two men alternated swinging blows that occasionally accompanied the kick.
After they fight for about an hour, Damon looks tired and unable to compensate for the agility of Rakhan's punches and kicks. It seemed like just waiting for time, he would smell the heat of the asphalt.