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52. Sheena's Threat.

𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐃𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬...

I don't know what demon possessed Haris so blindly that everyone covered his ears even stroked his chest as he let out his voice which made people shudder in horror.

“Where is the son of the devil, that?! ” Shouted Haris.

“Rara pah, he's your son not the son of the devil you said it was!?”

“Ahgh... just watch out later if he returns home.” The threat, he was so very emotional.

Rea only fell silent in silence as her husband continued to put out words that were heartbreaking.

Inwardly, he was also worried about the whereabouts of his son where he was now.

“Where are you, son? ” Inner Rea, she always prayed in her heart that her son would be fine no matter where he was.

“You right? you helped him escape? ” Accuse Haris to Rea, Rea looks at her husband's face with a very sick heart.

“Enough ya mas!!! From yesterday I kept quiet and obeyed your will. yesterday all day I was in the room.Where might I help her, fool!? ” Shouted Rea not Accept.

She was so out of patience, she had to endure the emotion of seeing her husband who was in awe.

Haris stood up and immediately slapped Rea's cheek in full force.His white cheeks were crimson with the scar of Haris's slap, Rea's eyes heated up to let out tears of her hatred.

Since the events of that day, Haris' behavior has completely changed drastically. No more love as usual. Days should hear swearing and insults from his mouth.

“Starting today, you must not leave the house and use the facilities as usual.all I confiscated and you have to do homework starting today. ” Said Haris, Mata Rea glared as her husband wanted to unplug the facilities he owned.

“Can't! what's the point of a maid? she works to take care of the house why should I?! ” Rea refused with Haris' decision.

“Today too, all the helpers I fired and now you have to take care of everything. ” After saying that Haris went to leave Rea sitting limp in bed.

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“ You do not go anywhere first, wait for the situation has improved you can come out as you like. ” Say Bastian.

“ Alright, Oh yes? after finishing work you go home right?!” Ask Rara gently.

Bastian nodded in understanding what this lover was feeling. “ Today is not too busy, it will probably go home quickly. . .

“Alright then I go first, take care of yourself as long as I work. ”

Their hot kiss had been immortalized by someone without them knowing.he smiled cynically upon seeing the scene on the balcony of the house.

“this is just the beginning, I haven't started it yet but you guys are already like this. ” Sheena smiled wickedly when she saw the photo she captured.

Seeing that Bastian has left his rental home. Sheena got out of the car and now she is standing at the door of Rara's house.

Sheena pressed the bell button a few times, Rara who was inside was curious as to who came.

Rara's heart was so racing, she was so frightened by who had come to see her.

“You want what you came here for? and why know I live here, Huh?!” Ask Rara with a little fear.

“It turns out the son of a rich man like this? I'm here just reminding you. Don't mess with me for now. I could have destroyed you easily.”

Sheena said seriously.

“You destroyed me earlier, I don't know you! but, you have ruined me by ruining my wedding day with Brother Barra!! ”Shouted Rara loudly.

Sheena smiled cynically, at first she was unwilling to deal with anyone but, seeing who her opponent was she changed her mind.

“Only time can answer it! you'll know who I am and why I am. You? just prepare that mental and your body to stay standing!? ”Sheena said, after that she left the house that Rara currently lives in.

Rara just kept silent, “What does that mean? what did that woman say? I don't get it!? ”that's what Rara had in mind at the moment.

Rara thought hard, there's no way that woman would do this for no reason. But, he also did not know what mistake made the woman continue to threaten him.

Rara sits in front of the tv she keeps to mind with every word that comes out of Sheena's mouth, is there a past that she doesn't know?

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