Another Woman Belongs to My Husband
Chapter 2 (Season 2): Presence of the past.

The footsteps of a pair of high-heeled shoes were heard echoing in the crowd of the international flight door area.

A woman dressed in striking colors walked out of the area and approached an old man waiting in front of a luxury black sedan. The woman handed the trolley of goods without a sound, to the man, before then getting into the car just like that.

"Welcome, Miss Carla," said the old man, who soon got into the car and sat in the steering wheel.

"Yes." Yeah." The woman replied briefly while busy staring at the screen of her phone to tinker as if she was looking for something.

Knowing that not a single short message or phone call came from someone she expected, the woman named Carla snorted in annoyance. "Will no one come to pick me up?" tanyanya turned to look at the driver.

The driver immediately shook his head and said, "Master is busy in the office, while Madam is waiting at home."

Hearing the driver's answer, Carla swerved. "You know, that's not what I mean!" he shouted with a high tone.

The driver was silent for a while, before shaking his head once. "Lord and mistress have not even communicated with him in nearly two years!"

Carla then throws her phone to the next chair and spontaneously swears. The two women's hands then folded forward shouting at the driver to get out of there.

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Hariadi was only able to sigh, when he found the son was just a puppet that should be the pride of the family, again just lying helplessly in a very messy apartment.

The pungent smell of alcoholic bottles and food waste is enough to disturb the man's sense of smell.

"Done everything!" al-hariadi said to the three housekeepers he had brought here.

The three nodded and began to split up, while Hariadi walked over to the bed, where Vishnu was.

Not wanting to take the effort to wake the son, Hariadi chose to kick the man's body to the floor.

A scream full of pain echoed through the apartment.

"Wake up! Wanna see when you're gonna keep living like this, huh!" hariadi was angry.

Vishnu could only groan in pain while stroking his back that had hit the floor.

"I told you, don't ever bother me again, Pa! I'll keep doing this!" sahut Vishnu cold.

" ... and let you live like this trash? In Papa's apartment? With the money still flowing into your account?" Hariadi grieved and kicked Vishnu back in the shin, until the man shouted again.

Hariadi did not understand the feelings of Vishnu. However, that does not mean he can continue to understand the man, because all that happens is the impact of his barbaric actions on Adelia.

Had he not started all this, his life and their family life would not have been as chaotic as it is today.

Whether related or not, Hariadi has also lost Ratna. After the home certificate issue a year ago, the man immediately sent Ratna and exiled her abroad, so that the woman could reflect on all the deeds she had done to anyone, especially Adelia.

Since then Hariadi has lived alone, but deep in the shadow of two troublemakers whom he still loves.

"Don't joke Vishnu. Even compared to you and your mother, Papa's life is much more ruined. All you get is a retaliation for what you did, so why did Papa get hit?" There was a faint tone of sadness that sounded from the man's mouth.

Vishnu. His eyes that had once looked at the father coldly, now immediately turned away.

Vishnu picked up the black shirt that was lying near Vishnu's feet and threw it hard on the man's face. "Papa has given you a long time, now give everything back to how it was. Go to work or Papa will stop all the facilities you get, including this apartment!"