CEO Rescue Me!

CEO Rescue Me!
CHAPTER 174 – MORNING TORN MORNING NEWS


Finally Adinda was able to fall asleep after her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Agung still survives falling asleep while sitting next to Adinda's bed.


Towards dawn, Father woke Agung to prayer.


“Kak... dawn first.” whispered Dad while patting Agung's back slowly.


After the morning prayers’ah in the VIP floor lobby mosque, they returned to the room again. Mother is folding her face.


“Adinda successfully woken?” ask Dad.


Agung nodded while making tea.


"Called by the name of Adinda, did not react. Nih.” Agung thrust his right arm which contained the nail Adinda.


“That's why? How did it get there?” ask Daddy astonished.


“Kakak doesn't know either. His hand flailing around was like looking for a grip. Not wanting to be removed, even tighter. Can only be removed after Brother calls his old name, Princess.”


Mother and Father seemed interested.


“New can be awakened after Brother whispers his nickname when his toddler, Puput.”


“Kok Kak can be thought of calling her by her ball name?” ask Dad.


Agung shook his head, “Entah Yah. Everything all suddenly.”


“Sick Brother hands?” ask Mommy.


“It's not so felt, Bun.”


Agung shoved a cup of tea on Father and Mother.


“Bun, please guide Adinda to memorize al Mulk. Last night Brother asked Adinda to muroja’ah to Mommy or Adek.”


“Insyaa Allah.” Mother smiled.


"Silver asks Father and Mother for help to guide Adinda as a private santri, as a provision to become the first madrasah for our children, the grandchildren of Father and Mother.”


Father and Mother looked at each other. Then a big smile looked at Agung.


“Mashaa Allah.” I hugged my sister with full of hariu.


“Mother is proud of Sister.” Mommy sees Adinda who has since stood behind her curtain, “Sini, Dinda.”


Great was surprised and looked behind him. Adinda walked towards Mother. Glancing at Agung for a while with blushing cheeks and ducking then into the arms of Mother who has since widened her hands.


“Capital wife Sister.. Always sholeha yes Nak.”


My sister felt her eyes hot. Misty eyes. His heart was warmed by the overflow of affection from the Gumilar Family. A family he had not known for long.


“Awaken from earlier?” ask the Great with a tingled heart.


It felt like there were fine hairs tickling his chest.


[How long has Adinda been standing behind the curtain? Did he hear all of my words? Huh...!]


Adinda nodded, not daring to look at Agung.


“Mau dawn prayer first.” Adinda's voice sounds slow.


“Ya.. hurry up Nak.” says Mother.


After the death of Adinda, Agung explained his plan to Father and Mother.


“About that, Brother has decided to take the boarding only.”


“For Adinda?” asked Dad, frowning.


Agung.


“Create Brother Well. Brother is more calm if Adinda lives in our house. In the care of Father and Mother.”


Father and Mother nodded their heads.


“Mother is not sure Adinda will be able to stay at home alone with so many tragedies in it.”


Dad nodded in agreement.


“Adek has also given his room to Adinda.”


“Adek already know?” ask Mommy.


“Abang Bram is also. He suggested staying in an apartment near the office. But Brother has not decided.”


“Kakak want to stay in which area?”


“That's not far from home and not far from the office, Dad. Mid region. So that Sister can still eat Mother's cooking.” Great chuckles.


Mother also chuckled while taking the TV remote. The morning news show aired CCTV scenes and footage from Anton's laptop camera of the incident in hotel lounge X.


Hans and Anton are said to have helped in the police ambush. Even the scene of Hans dropping Bryan was repeated several times in slow motion.


Also when Anton blocked up to slam Syarifudin's body to the floor and the Flower kick on the Stepmother was also repeated. As something epic.


The Police Public Relations Division would like to thank Hans, Anton and Bunga for assisting in the ambush for the case of female trafficking under the guise of an overseas scholarship involving embassy personnel.


The faces of the suspects are displayed in front of the camera. Minus Bryan because of his diplomatic immunity and also because he has been repatriated to his country.


The actual victim of female trafficking is only mentioned by initials. The victim is the stepson of the female suspect. In addition to being traded, it is said that the female suspect also drained the victim's inheritance. Some of the assets have been changed into his name.


Police are also investigating allegations of mafia presence in agencies dealing with land over illegal transfer.


Police also said the woman and the male suspect had a special relationship and that they were suspected of carrying out a premeditated murder of the woman's husband by poisoning the coffee he drank with cyanide. Inspired by a case that went viral a few years ago.


The suspect tricked his stepson and his soldiers about the sudden death of his husband, Mr. Adang Rahmat, as a result of a heart attack.


The investigation will be conducted separately because it must perform an autopsy on the body of the victim. The autopsy must be done with the permission of the victim's family. The only family owned by the victim is his only child, initialed APR, who is currently being treated in hospital for abuse, abuse and shock at the events that have befallen him.


Adinda walked over to the lit TV screen. His steps were slow and hesitant. Father, Mother and Great were very surprised.


Dad grabbed the remote to turn off the TV. TV screen off. She turned her body to face them.


Empty look. Hand vibrates.


“So therefore I am here? Why can I forget such a big event?! Why?!” Adinda held her head while ducking.


The searing pain ruthlessly tore all her happiness this morning. Memories of the early morning incident quickly came to change.


The scene when his stepmother's Man's Friend tore his shirt off. Chasing him into the room. Touched the roughness of his body.


The scene when Stepmother loudly admitted to poisoning her Papa. The scene when his Papa is stiffened in a shroud.


The most stifling is the scene when his Papa grasps Adinda's fingers on the living room sofa. Looking at Adinda with tears. Conversation a month ago.


“Ma’afkan Papa.. Papa married a woman who is not good to be a mother, Adinda continued. Ma’afkan Papa has brought a snake into our house.”.


The younger sister who was leaning on her Papa's arm was shocked. She wiped the tears from her Papa's cheek.


“No.. Papa is not wrong. Our destiny is like that, Pa. We must live what God has destined. He married her with good intentions. Dinda has no problem with Papa remarrying.”


His father hugged Adinda tightly.


“If Papa is no longer able to guide Mom to be a good wife, just let go, Pa.”


Papa nodded.


“Iya. insyaa Allah after Dinda graduated. Papa sure, it is not an easy thing to get the woman out of this house also from our family card.”


Adinda chuckled a little while wiping her tears.


“Whatever Papa does, Dinda will always support Papa.”


Her father hugged tightly. The memories of Papa's close embrace threw him back into the real world.


Now he's alone. No one will hold her tight anymore. Will not let alone laugh with Papa or just walk hand in hand down the streets of the house complex.


He's alone now. The only one who connected blood ties with her had already been left in such a cruel manner by her stepmother. Adinda screamed loudly.


Why does everything feel unfair to him? The father of a good man does not necessarily end in such a didholimi manner.


Adinda blaring. Not accepting what happened.


“Papa!” Adisti sobbing hard.


“Dinda.” Mother tried to get closer to grab Adinda in her arms.


Adinda refused. He's backing away. His eyes stared at the bitch. Angrily.


“That woman! Women don't know themselves! Take me to see him!” Adinda looked at Father and Agung alternately with anger.


Jemari Adinda stretched stiff. Body bent.


“Mata replied with eyes. Life is returned with life! I will kill that woman!!”


Grandi came forward, looking anxiously at Adinda.


“Dad and Mother, retreat. Let Brother handle it.”


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Dinda...😥


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