Captured by the Past
Chapter 91: Press Conference 3

Cameras have been installed in every corner of the green yard with a variety of ornamental plants that can spoil all the eyes of people who are gathered there, in front of the table with several chairs that have been lined up, slowly it has been filled by Rian, Rini, Ressa, Miranda and Anneu, while Manda and Ajun sit on the end-to-end seats.

After a few minutes Everyone sat in their seats, Royyan and Almira came out of the glass door to the yard which was neatly arranged in such a way. The tall, well-built man clasped his wife's hand tightly, he pulled Almira to the table gently. Both are sitting in the middle of their parents, in-laws and friends.

The roar of the camera that photographed the arrival of Almira and Royyan to the middle of their crowded divorce, this couple had taken all the camera eyes that had been silent to be fixed on him.

Royyan pulled his wife's waist to stay close to him, but his burly hands did not release his hold on Almira's waist, he hung there anyway. He painted his face with a sharp gaze that he usually cast on everyone who was not close to him, even Elshara also felt the cruelty of Royyan's gaze.

"Okay, we're starting. Please ask, I will answer honestly, my parents, my in-laws and also my friends as witnesses that my words are the truth," Royyan said long, his body tilted towards Almira as one hand remained in the waist circle of the wife.

The firm nod of the reporters in front of him immediately poked, even dozens of cameras had prepared to record whatever was going to happen there, he said, some of them are preparing small notebooks and laptops respectively, while others are getting ready to throw a variety of questions.

"Is it true that Mr and Ms. Ra have a special relationship" asked one of the reporters who seemed to have excitedly wanted to throw Royyan with his questions.

"Yes, I did it in a conscious, sane and healthy state" replied Royyan pulling Almira's hand from the bottom to the table, making Almira tensely lean on the husband.

The hand that was in the grasp of her husband continued to move unsettled, her heart felt something was wrong with Royyan's actions, essentially the girl was not used to all the sweet treatment of the man especially in public.

Silent. Royyan's unequivocal answer kept reporters busy with his laptop and stationery, they still could not have expected that Almira and Royyan's relationship was more than just a cousin, some of them even nudged while typing a few sentences on his laptop and some chose to write in his little notebook.

"What relationship do you have with Miss Ra, isn't your lover Miss Rala?"chirp one of the reporters who apparently still assumed heresy.

Royyan quickly closed his mouth with the head of the mic, his eyes were thrown at the reporter sharply, while grasping the mic in front of him he confirmed the lines on his face to tighten.

"Rala was just a friend in high school, and there was nothing to do but work."Royyan's answer is getting sharp.

"Why should you be close to Miss Rala if you have a special relationship with Miss Ra?"ask the other reporters.

A sigh of Royyan jutted out violently, his energy began to drain because it answered various questions from journalists, which he thought it was not necessary to know by anyone, he said, because this is his personal life.

"As many people know, if Rala is Elshara Daniar, the daughter of one of the famous fashion entrepreneurs who had disappeared due to a plane accident a few years ago. He came to me because he wanted to tell me, Ajun," Royyan's long beber pointed to Ajun who was on his left end, "and Dirta, that he survived. The four of us are best friends."

The reporters nodded, some fragments of his curiosity slowly starting to assemble into a clear field with the blazing sun that became increasingly fierce.

"Have you ever been close to Miss Rala before in the sense of feeling fond of Miss Rala? When you were with him in High School."

"No!"firmly Royyan lazy, questions journalists began to deviate to things that should not be questioned in the press conference. "When my High School had met Ra and I had fallen in love with him by then" he continued, pointing his gaze at Almira who was beside him, gently stroking his wife's cheek.

Degh's!

The golden-brown woman he turned her head to the husband, her eyeballs staring pusher, she did not expect at that time the husband had put his heart on her, during this time, especially before the husband expressed his feelings, the girl always assumed that this marriage did not have love.

Royyan repeatedly said that the love was present before the wedding, but the little girl never believed the husband's words, but this time Almira began to believe all the words of Royyan who had long settled and ignored by him.

"So what kind of relationship do you have with Miss Ra?"ask another journalist.

The little lips revealed an understated smile, apparently the reporters did not know or pretended not to know who Almira was for Royyan, the face in front of him seemed very impatient waiting for a response from Royyan.

Holding Almira's wrist gently, she pulled it into the air along with her other hand where the wedding ring was coiled, manifestly showing herself to everyone.

"This ring has explained no, Almira Miara Tisya or Ra is my wife and mami Miranda and papi Ressa are my parents as well" Royyan said in a loud voice.

The eyes of the journalist and cameraman in front of him were stifled, they were all shocked by Royyan's words, not a few were stunned by it, so that some cameramen stopped his work and some other journalists pegged for a moment, not a few also the neutrals twirled to meet each other.

However, some time later the atmosphere of silence that had struck earlier immediately melted away, the reporters immediately averted his shock and continued his work as the sunlight slowly loosened as the wandering mega-creates his trail across a patch of sky.

"My wife and I were never in a relationship, because we separated before we were close, and when I found my wife, that's when I married her."

One of them catapulted one hand, "since Mr. Royyan's axe and Miss Ra got married?"he asked, his eyes focused on Royyan and Almira.

The burly hand quickly picked up a mic that was already standing in front of him to get closer to him, the look in his eyes fell onto the table for a moment, then floated back into the air to catch the woman who asked him a question.

"Just one year and four months from today, on May 15 last year," Royyan replied quickly.

"How can you carry out this closed marriage, while both Mr. Royyan and Ms. Almira are both famous people in this country" asked another woman in front.

Royyan brought his thin lips back to the head of the mic, "we agreed to hold a wedding ceremony in a closed manner, and the marriage took place."

The male reporter who was on the right in the third seat from the front floated one hand, "the reason you hid this marriage is because what? Is there anything that bothers you?"

"It's a personal matter, I can't explain it to all of you, the point .. I'm hiding this marriage because I want to protect my wife."Royyan moved his idle hand on the table to Almira's shoulder, he pulled it to stick with her. "Because I had personal problems in the past, and those problems are over, so I'm revealing my marriage" Royyan added.

Suddenly, Rian stood up and took the mic with him, "this marriage was originally a matchmaking, I formed a partnership with the Remira fashion company, and it's a coincidence that my son loves the daughter of Ressa and Miranda, therefore I fully bless this relationship and no one can replace my beautiful daughter Ra as a daughter-in-law" Rian explained.

"True, we will not accept any woman to be our daughter-in-law" she said.

"Nobody deserves to be my sister's best friend but Ra,"timpal Anneu did not want to lose to her parents.

As soon as the reporters were silent and even frozen, everything there fell silent like a lifeless statue, only an inanimate object that was pierced by the eyes. The press conference became very quiet.

El ... You have to realize, you have no chance to enter to be part of the Alzaro family, aunt Rini and om Rian even sister Anneu has explained if they really like Ra.

The Inner Ajun. His eyes dimmed at Almira, he recalled some of the words that were thrown when Elshara met him in the courthouse parking lot, then a strand of his breath was blown out, spewing a strand of fatigue.

Royyan and Almira stood up from their seats, and all those near them stood up, including journalists and cameramen, as they prepared to end the news conference.

"Rain corporation, rain corporation daboz and Remira fashion are in one shade of Rain group and the leader of Rain group is my son Royyan D'caprio Alzaro, we have developed the company to be as big as it is now, my son already has more than seven subsidiaries running in the field of property and fashion, we will meet again at the inauguration of the new hotel in Bali, thank you, "long hush Rian.

Assertive suppositions flow from journalists who are still busy typing in a series of words for them to make articles that they will post on the website or in the newspaper, he said, while this press conference has already been broadcast directly through online even there is a television that broadcasts this press conference event directly, not to forget on every billboard throughout the country.

Quickly the press conference held by Royyan and his family spread to the ears of Dirta who was in his family restaurant in the city of Tangerang, her little eyeballs darted into the huge television fiber that was inside her kitchen.

The man fell silent as he folded his hands in front, his focus was robbed by the television, making Dirta reluctant to get out of the big television.

Sorry Yan .. Because of me, you have to be in a relationship secretly, I promise you myself, I will not disturb your happy life as your wife, your wife, I can see how much you love your wife, this is the first time I see her shining eyes from you, all this time your gaze is always sharp and dim. But this time I saw that love in your eyeballs.

Dirta's face dimmed and loosened down, her gaze thrown at the sleeping ceramics below, her guilt further creeping into the shreds of her weak soul. He realized rightly that what he did a few years ago was a big mistake, in fact he got nothing.

The wavy-haired, wavy-haired man brushed his face violently, his long fingers slipping into the thousands of undulating strands of his hair, his mind muddled.

His regret again tore his focus to pieces, he threw the white hat that protected his hair everywhere.

Then he turned to the exit of the noisy kitchen with a variety of work chefs who were preparing various types of food for customers, namely, the man waved out of the kitchen even when he came out of the restaurant and took off his white chef clothes, he clutched the white shirt and he threw it in his private car.

"Ajun knew everything, but he kept his mouth shut." His smile turned as he turned his eyeballs in the other direction in the parking lot, "Ajun is a good friend, he keeps everything looking fine, I have to learn to be a good friend of him" continued Dirta with a dimmed gaze.

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