Charm of Former Wives Who Were Hurt
Ch.157 (S2) Hidden Plans of Aglian
Aglian seemed to be busy observing the numbers listed on his computer screen. Then his fingers began to play by typing numbers by numbers and letter by letter. He seemed very concentrated at the time. He was indeed a workaholic man, but once he never forgot his duties as both a child and husband.
The sound of the door being knocked down dissipated the Aglian concentration. Then he called for a voice to come in until the person who knocked on the door entered the room. It turned out that it was Robi who had just completed the task that Aglian had given her.
"This is the host of files containing information about the Indomarco Coal TBK company" Robi said, handing over a stack of documents to Aglian.
Aglian received the files and read them carefully.
Before long a thin grin rose on his thin lips. His brain started thinking about things only he knew.
Robi is still standing in his place because he has not received the order to leave the room or stay in place. He did not dare to speak when his superior was busy with his own thoughts, so he preferred to stay in place.
"Generic ..." Robi cleared his throat to make Aglian realize he was still standing there.
Aglian frowned then flashed a sharp look at his personal assistant.
"Don't be noisy! Stay on the spot." Aglian said.
'Haish the boss is always me. My mannequin was told to stand where he could not speak and go anywhere. Fortunately that's the boss, if I'm the boss, I fired you!' Robi seemed to grunt in his heart until a ballpoint landed right above his head making his daydream scatter instantly.
Cfetc ...
"Awww sshhh ..." Robi grimaced rubbing his head that was hit by a ballpoint pen. 'Damn the boss sir.' he swore in his heart. Robi also glanced at Aglian, but when his eyes rubbed with a sharp look of Aglian, he suddenly lowered his head.
"Done swearing it?" aglian smirked.
Robi was shocked when she heard Aglian's question.
"Me .... swearing? Who's cursing, sir?" kilah Robi does not want to admit. 'Campus, how can the boss know anyway? Is he not a descendant of a psychic?' robi Inner.
"I asked you one more time, have you finished cursing?" firmly Aglian with eyes increasingly sharpened.
"Already sir. Oops ..." Robi immediately covered her mouth with both hands.
"The next month's bonus is scorched" said Aglian relaxed but able to make Robi kicep. "Get out there." he said, then Robi nodded her head and passed from the room.
After Robi came out and the door closed perfectly, Aglian immediately pulled out his phone and dialed one of the numbers he had in contact with.
"Hello .." replied someone from across the street.
"Ed, can you help me?" ask Aglian to someone across the phone.
"Of course, just say nothing." replied someone named Edward that made Aglian smile widely.
Edward is a German national hacker who lives in Indonesia. He was his best friend when he received his master's education abroad. He will use Edward's services in important moments like the one he is experiencing right now. All for the safety and security of Luna, and avenge the actions of Derian on Luna's parents and take back what should belong to his wife. If Derian had no evil intentions on his wife, of course he would be happy to give up a company that even profits only 10% from Angkasa Group.
Aglian already knew well the plan of Luna's step-uncle. For he has succeeded in inserting his men in their headquarters. Derian turns out to be asking for the help of an illegal bodyguard. They are able to act anarchically and brutally without thinking about the risks. That's why he has to be extra careful.
"Hmm .. okay. Well, I always knew what you wanted. Remember, we are best friend, right!" sahut Edward was sure.
"That's true. We are best friend. I hope you can help me." Aglian said before his call closed.
Aglian smirked after hanging up his phone. "Be careful if you hurt my wife even if it's just a fingernail! If that happens, then I won't hesitate to destroy you." he said with a smirk full of anger.
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In a flower shop, a beautiful girl with her long hair unraveling was busy arranging some flowers into a beautiful unit.
It seems like this job is his new hobby. A job that not only makes him produce rupiah coffers, but also makes him calm and happy. The fragrant aroma of various flowers is able to provide peace for the soul and body that is restless. At least, here too he could find people who were sincerely considerate and affectionate to him, unlike in his home. Home, but controlled by others. He wanted to expel those people, but later, his body was not currently supportive of doing so. He will definitely lose. Luckily, the land and house letters have been secured so the budenya will not be able to take over let alone sell it.
While she was busy arranging flowers, the cry of a middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful in her old age made Jelita concentration collapse instantly. A smile she gave to the woman who had so kindly given her attention, affection, and help. Even he was treated like his own child, he was always escorted home by a driver to make his heart thirsty for parental affection feel warm.
"Lita ..." exclaimed Ratna.
"Yes Aunty." said Jelita with a sweet smile printed clearly on her face.
"Have you had lunch, baby?" ratna asked as she gently rubbed her hair.
Jelita smiled warmly because she was happy to be given this much attention.
"Alhamdulillah is Aunt. Lita had lunch together with Weni" Jelita said.
"Thank God. Oh yes, aunt went to the supermarket and saw there was pregnant mother's milk which was promo so aunty bought it for you. Because auntie does not know what flavor variants you like, so buy 3 flavors available, there are chocolate, vanilla, and strawberries. Hope you like it." said Ratna while handing over a large bag of milk that each box weighs 900 grams. In the bag there are 3 boxes with 3 different flavor variants make Jelita grimace because it feels troublesome Ratna who is not even a nobody herself.
"Goddess Aunty, Auntie doesn't have to bother like this, Tan. This is also mostly. Thanks, Tan. Next time no longer need to Tan, Lita does not want to take advantage of Auntie." said Jelita felt bad with teary eyes.
"You don't have to thank me, baby. Aunty already thinks you're her own son." 'and because you're pregnant with Auntie's granddaughter, baby.' "Yes, Aunt to Aunt's room first, yes. Don't be tired. Remember, there is a child that you must take care of." keep in mind Ratna and Jelita nodded enthusiastically.
"Definitely Aunt. Again, thank you." said Jelita sincerely and Ratna nodded then passed from before Jelita.
While Jelita was overwhelmed with happiness because of Ratna's attention to her, behind bars, Kentaro seemed to be roaring to call out the names of his mother, brother, and also Jelita. The guards who knew who Kentaro was could only put their pity on him without doing anything. Moreover, Kentaro's physical condition is getting weaker due to vomiting that does not go away.
"Mrs ... Kenta wants to talk ma, please come here, Ma. "he roared in a weak tone. "Bang, please bang, meet Kenta with Jeje, bang. Kenta's gonna apologize, Bang. Kenta wants to take responsibility for Kenta's actions, bang. Don't marry Jeje, bang! Kenta please, bang." roared again. "Je, I beg Je, I'm sorry Je, don't hate me, Je. Je, don't marry my brother, Je. Wherever it is my son, Je, our son. He needs me, his father. Please, Je, I'm sorry.
Kentaro's appearance was now completely messy. No more Kentaro who always looks neat, cool, and hair drizzle. There's only Kentaro who's fucked up. Her normally smooth jaw looked rough as the fine hairs that began to grow filled around her jaw and over her lips
Actually Azam was there listening to Kentaro's every talk, but he just kept quiet. It was necessary for him to give a deterrent effect to his sister. In addition, he wanted to see the extent of his sister's struggle to get Jelita. After all, everything Kentaro did was still ordinary. Not worth the suffering Jelita experienced.
"Take punishment. I hope, after this, you really change and realize your true feelings." muttered Azam from behind the door.
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