Behind The Boss
Truth (2)

Kiran turned her eyes out the window. Radit's call to sit closer beside him, not ignored. He still understood the explanation given by his grandmother.

Kiran has admitted that she still has a grandmother. Maybe this is better for him. Remembering papa also always tells you not to hate others before we know the truth.

Papa even underlined not to hate mama, grandma and uncle Sandi. A very impossible thing for Kiran after she investigates the truth about the company name herself, the mastermind behind the repeated destruction of her papa company.

"You still thinking about that meeting?" tanya Radit realized that the woman beside him was thinking that way.

Kiran did not answer. He looked at the buildings they passed by. He was sure, Radit knew the answer without needing to explain.

"You're so stubborn, aren't you? Even until your grandmother left that place, you still haven't admitted it. I can't believe your heart is as hard as steel."

Actually Radit wants to melt the atmosphere. Replacing words that should be illustrated with the word stone but replaced with steel. The man wanted Kiran to deny it. However since Kiran was in fashion did not receive any jokes at all, taking it as an insult.

"Yes, my heart is as hard as steel. I'm sure, if you were in my position, you would have done the same."

Kiran answered without looking. It was disrespectful according to Radit because Kiran spoke without seeing him. But considering the woman next to him is not feeling well, what can be done. This time he let it.

"Think about it calmly. You have to put yourself in the other person's point of view. In that case, you can see it from your grandmother's glasses. What would you do if you were him. So you can be wiser in taking a stand."

What Radit said is true. It is even true according to Kiran. But since it was the man who said it, given what the man had done to him in the past, Kiran so wanted to insinuate him.

Instantly he glanced at the man. Looked at him coldly. "You yourself, why didn't you do that the first time you met me?"

"Which one? When you dropped me in Ari's room? If I hadn't, I'd have fired you by then."

"Then will I see you in the meeting room?"

"If I let you explain everything, Ari will never learn."

"Then when I met you at your house for the first time. Then when I stay at your house. You always call me cheap."

"That's because I got information that you decided on your boyfriend and preferred Ari because you liked the money." Radit seemed to be getting upset.

"I am a man of reckoning. How could I accuse you without clear evidence!" again, Radit.

"Where's that information? So you're saying I'm cheap because of my own words?!"

"Yes, did you tell your boyfriend that time in front of your house!"

Kiran remembered the moment when Rangga met her. At that time Kiran told Rangga that she would marry Ari. He also stated the reason. That is, because Ari is richer.

"It turns out you're spying on me!"

Radit snorted annoyed. "I need to know what kind of woman my sister loves. Then it's appropriate that I find out about you." Radit turned his face.

Laughter from the front. Radit glanced at Bara sharply. His friend was later seen trying to hide his laughter.

"Just calm down, Kiran. Now, Radit won't think like that anymore. For him now you are no longer cheap. But 'inertial'. Even with bingits!"

Bara can no longer hold it. He had already taken out what was inside his head. He had tried to refrain from hearing Radit and Kiran from the back bench.

"You just drive! Don't interfere in our affairs!" exclaim Radit.

She shut her mouth tightly. Then made a gesture as if locking her lips.

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Tutik Madam Family Residence ....

"Have you called Sandi to come home soon?" ask Mrs Tutik when she wants to enter her private room.

The swampy beak woman who always leads him nods her assent. "Already, Mistress. He said he'll be home soon." Madam Tutik.

The middle-aged woman led Madam Tutik to sit on her bed. Lay out a pillow behind Madam Tutik's head then slowly raise the two legs of the old woman.

A man entered with hasty steps. He entered the room in a hurry. His eyes looked at Madam Tutik with worry.

"What's up, Ma? What's the matter Mama looking for Sandi? Is anyone sick, Ma?" ask Sandi Sanjaya when entering Madam Tutik's room.

"Sit here, son!" said Madam Tutik, waving her hand for Sandi to approach her.

Sandi approached Madam Tutik and sat on the edge of the bed. Sitting facing Madam Tutik.

Madam Tutik sighed softly. Neutralize the emotions that arise seeing the face of this adopted child. Regretful, it turns out that without knowing it, Sandi dared to go so far.

Madam Tutik knows very well Tempramen Sandi. He turned more labile after losing Rina. Even though he is married. Like never feeling happy, Sandi more often let out her emotions. He was very angry, even though it was not intended for him. So Mrs Tutik tried to stay calm.

"Why did you do that, son? Why did you destroy your brother's company?"

Sandi was shocked. "What does Mama mean?"

"Honestly, Sandi. My mother knew everything from Karina. Mama just asked for your honesty." Madam Tutik looked at Sandi inside. Expecting his adopted son to not dodge anymore and answer all his questions honestly.

"Is it true that you destroyed Kamil's company so many times?" ask Mrs Tutik again. Clarifying question.

Sandi bowed in. "Yes, Ma"

"I hate it, Ma! He took everything from me! Rina, Mama's affection even to the Widjadja family's trust."

The look of Sandi who had been down changed. He looked at Madam Tutik angrily. The anger he directed at Kamil. Even though he was dead, his mother always defended him.

Madam Tutik sighed harshly. He shifted his eyes. Set his heartbeat that started to beat faster. He should calm down. His age had already forbidden him to let out too many emotions. His heart is no longer strong.

After the fall it decreases. His breathing began to be regular, Madam Tutik looked at Sandi.

"good. I'll tell you. Now you should know. It is not good for you to continue to instill hatred in people who love you very much. Kamil is dead too. He can't ban me anymore."

Madam Tutik was silent for a moment. Sandi looked at him in wonder. I was curious about what her mother had just said.

"Handword .... Actually ..., you're my adopted son. Kamil is my real son. You are Atmaja's son!"

The deg!

Like a big hammer hit him. Sandi staggered back. His eyes widened. Lips vibrate.

"A-a-what did Mama say just now ...? Sandi knew Mama loved Kamil very much because it was more everything than Sandi. But by distorting the facts, isn't that outrageous, Ma?"

Madam Tutik shook her head. He lifted his body. Reaching out to Sandi, wanting to grab her foster child's hand. However, Sandi withdrew her hand before Madam Tutik could reach her.

"You must be very disappointed. But that's the truth. The fact you first heard is true. Seeing you destroyed, Kamil couldn't stand it. He lied to you by saying that he was my adopted son. Although I was not willing to, but in order to fulfill his promise to my husband, I let everything go as he wanted."

Madam Tutik's heart was again filled with sadness. Eyes glazed.

"Even when angrily you asked her out of the house, even though I was devastated at the time. I keep letting you. Because Kamil asked me that way. And he was never sad about it. He kept smiling and said that eventually you would change. Your love for her will return as it was. And he said confidently that you wouldn't be able to be in a long time of enmity with him."

The clear circle was shed as well. Madam Tutik sobbed slowly.

"I love you, Sandy. I keep my trust in my husband not to distinguish the two of you. I also always kept my promise to Kamil not to tell you everything. I still hope what he says is true. I didn't expect ...."

Madam Tutik could not continue her words. He took a breath.

"I didn't expect you to even destroy her repeatedly until she lost her life ...."

Madam Tutik. "He's my son, Sandi. My only child. He is my heart that I have always missed. I held back my longing even to see my own granddaughter. But it turns out you destroyed everything. If I had known, fulfilling the mandate to my husband to the point of making me lose my own son, I would not have supported him first ...."

Password's breath feels cramped. All the truth told by the woman who had been very dear to him. What she thought as her birth mother, she really did not suspect. Unknowingly her tears came.

"Ja-so who's my real mother..., Ma?" tanya Sandi lirih's. Staring at Madam Tutik with tremendous pain that struck her heart.

"Sonya. You are the son of Atmaja. He was my husband's right hand man. Atmaja died from being shot by someone who wanted my husband's life. Atmaja. Before he died, Atmaja made a request that my husband raise you as a child and treat you like his own son."

"Aunt Sonya ...."

Madam Tutik rubbed her tears. Sandi covered her face. Regretting no matter.

It was only fitting that Aunt Sonya seemed to love him all along. It turns out she was the real birth mother.

A question flashed across Sandi's mind. His heart trembled violently. "Will you regret loving me? Do you regret having made me your son?"

He asked the question that was raging in his head. Although half of his heart asked that the question not be spoken but he wanted to listen to honesty. Fear of the harsh reality that could have afflicted him, he ignored.

"No!" Madam Tutik stared at Sandi firmly.

"I love you, Sandi. To me, you're a filial son. Nor do I regret at all having accepted my husband's decision to lift you up."

"I'm just sorry I've done so much to keep the truth from you. Plus, I regret having agreed to Kamil's request for that."

"I just don't want you guys to be ruined .... I want my son, Sandi. I want Kamil .... Huhu .... Why did you destroy him ..., even he died ...."

Hit it!

That's what happened to Sandi's heart. Face pias. Shaking Sandi down from the bed. He knelt beside the bed. He ventured to hold the hand of Madam Tutik.

"I'm sorry Password, Ma. Forgive Password. Just kill Sandi, Ma. If indeed it can treat the heart of Mama ..," he said with tears.

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O Allah Kiraan.... Papa Lu's life how tragic is so sihh?! Misek-misek ane nulis. huhhu...

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This part is like this first, sayong-sayong me. Please be born and inner, author overnight off.

Enjoying the weekend with a sweet.

Don't be angry, let alone disappointed. His face grew older (hihihiiii...😁)

Especially until the emoticon is crying. Please don't make me sad...

May we all be healthy. Avoided and protected from all disasters and distress... Aamiins.

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