My Bride, Amazing
Chapter 86. Karma is Real
Panic now strikes Arief Wandana. His steps were so fast and long that he could soon reach his wife. Maharani was shocked, his body was fixated on the spot to see Madam Wandana who was like a lion coming out of her cage.
“Sa—sayang!” call Arief to touch his wife's shoulder.
The two black beads of the woman turned ghastly, an aura of anger emanating from all over her body gestures. There was not the slightest smile that used to decorate her pretty lips.
“What are you doing with that woman, huh?” yelled Mrs Wandana to shake her husband's hand.
Some people are now looking ahead. It was unexpected that the wife of Arief Wandana was present with anger that was ready to erupt right then and there.
“Please, relax. I—ini is not what you see. Sit first yes,” said Arief Wandana stammered.
“What's quiet? Still want to dodge? I've seen it with my own eyes that you're making out with that cheap lady!” madam Wandana shouted.
The music that had been playing was beautiful, even stopped by the operator. Everyone else did not dare to make a sound. Their quarrels sounded very clear.
Arief Wandana clasped his wife's shoulders, and sat down on the chair next to him.
‘Ck! Ah no fun!’ khansa said in his heart. He went to see EO backstage.
“I can clear everything.” Arief pulled out a chair and sat down in front of his wife. His hand grabbed the wife's fingers and clasped them on her thighs.
The man let out a long sigh, daring to stare at his wife's two beads. He gulped with great difficulty. “Begini, eee .. actually the Empress was my adopted daughter, dear,” she said slowly stroking the back of her hand.
Hearing the statement, the Maharani rushed down from the dance area. He also ventured to get closer to the couple. “It's true, Mistress. Mr. Wandana is my foster papa. Our relationship is just a father and daughter, Kok,” added Maharani to be more convincing Mrs Wandana.
Madam Wandana stared cynically at the Maharani. His eyes looked at the ends of his hair to the ends of his feet. Being stared at like that, made the Maharani shudder and swallow the saliva heavily.
“That's right, Honey. You're horrifying yourself? This is my adopted son, trust me,” whining Mr. Wandana like a child who is afraid of the anger of his mother.
Arief Wandana continues to try to convince his wife, if the Maharani is his adopted daughter.
The woman looked at Maharani and her husband in turn. He caught a look of fear on both of the men's faces.
Maharani also forced the corners of her lips to smile. Unexpectedly, what happened next was that Madam Wandana stood up while grabbing a glass filled with drinks and splashing it right on the Maharani's face.
“Byurr!”
Maharani flinched, he wave while wiping the water that flushed his face suddenly. Everyone covered his gaping mouth. Their eyes were also widened in surprise.
“Cih? Foster child? Where is there such a friendly foster child, he?” cibir Madam Wandana stared sinisterly as she folded her arms.
“You are indeed an itchy woman!” he added pushing the Maharani to fall and fall to the floor.
Fauzan hated the Maharani very much, but did not dare to raise the problem because it required investment funds. Khansa walked slowly while watching the live show. He returned to his seat laughing. People felt a tense atmosphere, he instead laughed to himself.
Fauzan approached the Maharani, helping to wake his wife who was like a cat.
“Mrs Wandana, sorry for the inconvenience. But it is true, that my wife is the adopted son of Mr. Arief Wandana,” explained Fauzan bowed half his body. He was still holding the Empress who was trembling in fear.
“Tuh ‘kan, really, Darling. I'm not lying,” added Arief.
Madam Wandana looked at Fauzan full of probing. Seeing the seriousness of the man, Madam Wandana slightly believed and her anger began to subside. Yet it was still clearly visible lightning sharp eyes belonged to the woman. Even his chest was still going up and down with a roar of rough breathing due to emotions.
“So really just a foster father?” People started to gossip.
“Entahlah, Fauzan aja believe. But our instincts have never missed ‘kan?” timpal's his other friend.
“Yes too, I doubt myself. Don't-don't foster father just a guise time.”
“Bener tuh. Anyway yes, if the foster father must be Madam Wandana know dong. This is hiding. Where sticky so. Who will believe it?”
Not yet able to answer, the lighting in the room suddenly dimmed. The huge monitor screen is now starting to light up. All eyes were pointing there as it had already stolen their attention.
“Taste in cinema. Unfortunately there is no popcorn, less afdhal,” muttered Khansa with a grinning smile.
Initially, the screen will play video kemesraan Fauzan and Maharani some years, but it was not in accordance with the initial plan.
The projector machine refracted Maharani's videos when he was young and became a famous movie star. The first video is his marriage to Fauzan, but the next one leaves everyone dumbfounded.
“Hah? That's called the same father's adopted son?” show a guest to comment.
“It turns out they have a relationship for a long time,” said the colleague next to him.
In the video, it is clear that Maharani had a romance with Arief Wandana on the set. The woman sat on Arief's lap and wrapped both arms around his neck. Their faces were not far apart, both of them were joking. Even Arief was holding both of the Maharani's waists.
The Maharani's body trembled in fear upon seeing him. Sweat began to wash all over his face. His fingers felt cold with a strong heartbeat rhythm.
Mrs Wandana was re-ignited with emotion. His eyes were burning red. She looked at her husband who was vaguely surprised. Replaced staring at Maharani who looked terrified. While Fauzan growled furiously, he clenched both his hands tightly.
Not only that, the next slide shows Maharani and Arief walking in a hotel. There, they meet some rich men, apparently making transactions.
Arief Wandana sold the Maharani to big bosses at the time. Maharani according to him, he will do anything to boost his career. Because Arief Wandana does offer a promising thing.
“Maharani!” mrs Wandana screamed when the video was over and the lights came back on.
The called look frightened. Madam Wandana approached and pulled Maharani's hair, until the bun came off. “You really are a big class actor huh! The actor in the guise of a foster child? Cheek!”
Madam Wandana threw it on the floor, the Empress could only cry without a fight. Arief Wandana did not dare to break up for fear of becoming a boomerang for himself.
“So it turns out you did it a long time ago? I should have killed you, Maharani!” yelled Mrs Wandana trampling on both feet of the Maharani with the heels she wore.
“Aaarrggh .. geez, Mistress. Forgive me!” yelled Maharani groaning in pain.
As if not hearing the moans of his pain, Mrs Wandana continued to beat the Empress blindly. No one dared to ban it. Fauzan did not dwell because he himself was very emotional age saw it.
“Ampun, forgive me Madam,” moans Maharani welcomes. Jihan was crying. But he himself did not dare to do anything.
Madam Wandana vented all her anger. Slapping, beating his face, stomach, trampling him until the Maharani was helpless.
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