
Aunt Mira could not hold back her anger anymore. He approached Mr. Rendra who was still silent later,
Platkk!!!
"It's not enough to avenge the pain you inflicted on my sister and Naila!" hardik Aunt Mira.
Mr. Rendra did not fight. He realized, the mistake was so big to Ariana and Naila. He fell silent again even though Aunt Mira continued to rebuke him with harsh words.
"You should get more pain than this! You bastard!" shouted Aunt Mira while beating Mr. Rendra's body with the files on his desk. Not enough to get there, Mr. Rendra's office was torn apart by Aunt Mira.
Tommy, Mr. Rendra's Personal Assistant is eager to stop Aunt Mira's actions. However, Mr. Rendra held him back until Tommy could only watch Aunt Mira venting her anger in the room.
Similarly, Adnan, he let his Tantenya expel all his frustration to Mr. Rendra. Because he thought the man deserved it. Even more so because his actions against Ariana and Naila are inexcusable.
"I'm sorry, Mira. I had absolutely no idea that Ariana was pregnant with my son at the time" said Mr. Rendra, bowing his head. The pain of the blow of Aunt Mira, he no longer felt. Because the pain he felt in his heart was even more than that.
"Reason! You should have returned Ariana to my parents if you really wanted to let her go. Men have no heart! You left her when she was pregnant with your child. And as a result of your actions, my sister must suffer even to her last breath!" hardik Aunt Mira.
"I admit, I was wrong. I guess, after I divorce her, Ariana will be back with you. And it turns out I was wrong .. I'm sorry, Mira," said Mr. Rendra.
"No apology to you! You're not human, Rendra! It's not just my sister you hurt, not even your biological child you admit, what kind of man are you?!" connect Aunt Mira.
"Maybe that's true, that girl wasn't my husband's son! It's possible that your sister is just confessing to me," interrupted Mrs Rita, suddenly present among them.
Mrs Rita lately has indeed often come to the office with Mr. Rendra. In addition to spying on her husband, she also does not want Mr. Rendra to see Naila.
"Shut your mouth!"
Aunt Mira approached Lady Rita and there was a fight between the two women. Lady Rita lost a landslide against Aunt Mira who incidentally is a tough woman.
"God, geez!" miss Rita's groaned as her beautifully-draped hair was tightly gripped by Aunt Mira.
"Come, say it again! Let me gag your mouth with your expensive shoes!" geram Aunt Mira.
"Ampun .." he said
Mr. Rendra and Tommy were just like fools watching the two women grapple. While Adnan panicked then pulled Aunt Mira's body to release Mrs Rita from her grip. Madam Rita could only grimace in pain while stroking her face that was sore from the blow of Aunt Mira.
"Already, Auntie! Calm yourself" said Adnan, hugging the body of Aunt Mira.
"Remember, Rendra Hermawan! I swear, someday, you and this family you love so much will be blown to pieces! God will not let you be happy over my sister's suffering! Catch that!" angered Aunt Mira while stepping away from Mr. Rendra's office and followed by Adnan.
While wiping his tears, Aunt Mira continued to move her legs to the place, where Adnan parked his car.
"I'm not satisfied, Adnan! Before I see their destruction with my own eyes!" said Aunt Mira while getting into the car.
"They'll definitely get the karma, Auntie. We are just biding our time" Adnan said.
Adnan returns his car leaving the company owned by Mr. Rendra.
Adnan smiled as he glanced at Aunt Mira, "Ok, Auntie!"
Adnan also drove to the boutique subscription of Aunt Mira. Adnan was so sorry where his favorite Tantenya place was. Because he often drove Aunt Mira to that place.
After a few minutes, they finally arrived at his favorite boutique. Aunt Mira rushed into the luxury boutique and happened to be the owner of the place was her own best friend.
"Geez, Mira! I thought you'd forgotten me!" said the boutique owner while welcoming Aunt Mira with a hug.
"If you like the origin! Didn't I also visit this place last week and spend a lot of money just to increase your income?!" replied Aunt Mira with a pouting face.
The woman named Madam Rahma was laughing after hearing her best friend's answer. "Hehe, little charity calculations for me,"
"Eh, there's Nak Adnan apparently. It just so happens that Arumi is also coming, you know," continued Madam Rahma when Adnan approached them.
Adnan did not reply, he just smiled sweetly as he reached out his hand to Madam Rahma who was then warmly welcomed by the woman.
"Come, come! Come with me, I want to choose clothes for my niece!" sela Aunty Mira while pulling the hand of Madam Rahma to immediately go with her.
"Niece? Which niece is it again?!" mrs Rahma asked while linking her eyebrows in surprise.
"Of course, follow me. I'll tell you everything!"
Aunt Mira goes with her best friend, choosing clothes for Naila. Now Adnan is alone, sitting in a waiting chair while playing his phone. He opened his cell phone gallery and then noticed Naila's photo with various expressions. The photo he accidentally took without the girl's knowledge as his collection.
"Naila, you're so sweet!" muttered Adnan while watching the photo of Naila who was smiling sweetly.
"Adnan, since when are you here?!" greet a beautiful girl who was standing next to him.
Adnan. He looked at the beautiful girl with blonde hair who was smiling at him.
"Arumi, how are you?" Adnan got up and extended his hand to the beautiful girl named Arumi.
"OK, you?" sahut Arumi while welcoming Adnan's hand then kissed the young man's right and left cheeks.
Without Adnan and Arumi noticing, Aunt Mira and Lady Rahma noticed them from a distance.
"Look at them, Mira! They're a perfect fit, right?!" mrs Rahma cried while hugging the body of Aunt Mira.
Aunt Mira could only smile bitterly at the expression of Madam Rahma who was so enthusiastic to match Adnan with Arumi, her son.
Two years ago Adnan and Arumi were close. However, their relationship does not go well because Adnan does not like Arumi's attitude that is so possessive of him.
"Help me convince Adnan donk, Mira! Don't you want to be with me?" continued Madame Rahma.
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