FORCED CHEATING
210PURPOSE LOVE

Two nights Mirza and Via stayed at Bu Een's house, although actually Via wanted to go home from yesterday but because he saw the wound of Bu Een who was still not healed Via also so heartless when the mother-in-law was whining to her husband to stay one night any more. And today before returning home Mirza plans to take her mother to the clinic doctor Burhan. Via can actually guess what will happen, and sure enough, the drama begins.

“No need to take your mother for treatment, Za. I've been treated with you.” Refuse, that's what Miss Een did.

“Let the wound of the mother dry quickly, later if you are treated will be given medicine to drink.” Mirza is very patient with her mother.

“Iya Ma'am, let mom get well quickly.” Tymphal Via's.

“Alah, just say you guys don't want to nemenin mom here anymore right? No need to use alesan whole mom treat everything!” Miss Een threw away her face. “Malang true my fate, have children one does not love and attention. I am sick like this again. He only loves and cares for his wife, does not care about me at all, huhuhu..” sad fashion with crocodile tears immediately tuned on the face of the old woman who is almost full of wrinkles.

Via didn't want to see his mother-in-law cry. “Not so Bu, mean Mas Mirza ...”

“Shut up!” Roughly, Bu Een brushed off the hand of Via who was about to touch him. “Surely you were the one who told Mirza to take me for treatment? And you're the one who's gonna make sure Mirza comes home, aren't you? Don't you feel at home here? Go home by yourself if you don't want to be here!” Accuse Bu Een bertubi-tubi and then turn to his son. “Za, quickly get your wife home!”

Mirza sighed still trying to be patient.

“Bu, I told you, I can't possibly leave Via alone at home, she's pregnant. And Via's womb is weak, I don't want anything to happen with Via and our baby. I don't want to regret losing my future son again, Mom.” Mirza tries to give understanding.

But in fact Mirza's explanation was still denied by the mother. “It must be just your wife's wits, pretending her content is weak so you pay more attention to her than to the same mother! Basic wife good at drama!”

“Bu ..”.

“Accusations of unwarranted mother!” Via immediately cut off her husband's sentence, unable to bear him being accused arbitrarily by his mother-in-law. “Do I make up stories about my birth? Mas Mirza knew the doctor himself told me about my gynecological condition. I don't even need drama to get Mas Mirza's attention, Mom! Because he is a good husband and father-to-be. He also showed his affection and concern for mother, maybe the mother who was never grateful for all the goodness of Mas Mirza!”

“How dare you say that to me? I am the mother of your husband!” Hardik Bu Een who felt cornered.

“Not because mom is a parent so mommy must always be right. She always didn't take me and Mas Mirza's attention. Mother seemed to lack the affection of children and daughters-in-law, even though the mother herself who never thought we existed, especially with my existence! Mother never saw me at all, even when I was pregnant like this, it was the mother who did not care about me! Though it is clear this is the flesh and blood of Mas Mirza, the future grandson of his own mother!” Spilling everything, tears Via broke because he could not control the pile of feelings that had erupted in his heart.

Bu Een was struck by all the words of the son-in-law, but it was not Bu Een's name if he wanted to admit his mistake. She squeezed her fingers in anger when she saw Mirza showing her affection for Via who seemed to still cry so much.

“Darling, don't cry. Mas know you are a good wife and daughter-in-law.” Mirza grabbed Via's shoulder and wiped the tears on both of his wife's cheeks. “You've been very patient for 8 years, and it's not easy. I'm sure if you weren't the one, you might not have been able to last that long. Your heart is so sincere, Mas lucky to have a wife like you.”

“But still everything I do is meaningless in the eyes of my mother, Mas. My mom always hated me! Mom doesn't even care if I'm pregnant again, since my first pregnancy I never paid attention. Though who always menginyirin I because can not get pregnant after so long married with you, Mas? Mom, Mas! Mama! Your mother is the one who always brings me!” Via even more roared, he looked at Bu Een who was flat on the corner of the sofa without a sound.

Mirza hugged his wife tightly. Her pregnancy makes Via explosive, Mirza realized that this may be the effect of pregnancy hormones. If not, it's all natural. Who can be wronged continuously for 8 years to become a son-in-law. Ms. Een was getting irritated at the romantic scene. His eyes stared dislikefully envyingly. She is jealous of Mirza's concern for Via. Silly indeed, a mother-in-law was jealous of her daughter-in-law!

“Yes if you want to go home, go home! I also don't want to squirm you here, I don't need you! You can do it all yourself!” The mainstay of Bu Een came out, not trying to cover his own guilt.

Ms. Een got up from her seat, walking somewhat limping towards her room. He had a glimpse at the child and his daughter-in-law who stretched out hugs and stared at each other in silence.

Bu Een was satisfied, for sure now Mirza and Via were feeling guilty. It's good that I was wrong, I should have cried and got Mirza's attention. Why even be the cry-crying Via that is not clear? You drama-sock son-in-law! Ms. Een never stopped grumbling in her heart while heading to the bathroom in her room. Not long ago, though,

CROSATIAN

BRUISES!

“Mirza ...!”

Ms. Een howled after her butt hit the bathroom floor perfectly. Immediately Mirza and Via ran towards him.

“Astaghfirullah, Mom..!” Panicked Mirza who found her mother fell with a condition sitting on the bathroom floor.

“Yes Allah…! Mas, quickly lift mom Mas!” Via is no less panicked.

Mirza immediately carried her mother's body onto the mattress, Ms. Een could not open her eyes because she felt pain at the end of the tailbone aka her brutu.

“Mas, let's take mom to the clinic now Mas. I'm afraid mom why-napa.” Usul Via's.

“Iya, Darling.”

Bu Een shook his head, still stubborn as well as him.

“Bu, why the hell is Mom? Don't be stubborn, if you don't want to be taken for treatment, it could be that the sick mother is not cured.” Mirza's a little upset.

Bu Een shook his head again while grimacing his butt.

“Or we call Dr. Burhan here, he'll want to. Mommy might be in more pain if we take the car there Mas, the impact on the mother's spine is quite hard like.”

“You're right, Honey. I'll try to call Burhan.” Mirza's out looking for her phone.

“Bu, patient mother yes ..., soon doctor Burhan here.” Via forgot about his recently exploded anger, changing deagan a sense of sympathy that greatly saw his mother-in-law endure the pain still with her eyes closed in front of him. She went out of the room to see her husband talking on the phone.

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This dinner time will take place early because Mr. Alatas invited some of his business colleagues to join dinner at his house. Various dishes are served on the dining table. Mr. Alatas arrived first in the living room, he did not want his guests to wait so that when they came Mr. Alatas would immediately welcome him himself.

“Where, Ram? Why hasn't he come down yet?” Ask Mr. Alatas to the butler.

“A minute, Sir. Maybe Mr. Ram is getting ready.”

Mr. Alatas curled a thin smile. “He does have to look perfect, because there will be special guests for him.”

Gerald couldn't hold back his soul. “Did you also invite Miss Jane?”

Mr. Alatas glanced at the butler standing beside him.Gerald quickly lowered his head, his gaze straight at the marble tile he was treading. Soon he regretted that he did not know himself, too dare to ask things that were not his business. But his guilt changed in wonder when he heard the crisp voice of his great master.

“I've got better women for Ram.” His word.

Gerald again raised his face, it turns out that Great Lord Alatas was consistent in wanting to keep his son separated from his wife. Proven tirelessly he sought some surrogate women for his only child.

“Omong-by the way, how is the ja**ng son of Husein's? Has she given birth?” Mr. Alatas changed the subject.

“It should be if according to calculations it has not. From the reports of your confidants, the last time he visited the hospital was about two weeks ago. However it is not for pregnancy check, but rather for her deteriorating health consultation.” Papar Gerald who always gets updated reports from some espionage spread by his Grand Master.

A cynical smile rose on Mr. Alatas' face. “Moreover what Ram expected of him? He was sickly like that, he was no longer entitled to hold the title Alatas behind his name.”

Gerald just nodded in listening.

“Where is he now?”

Gerald was a little stuttered. “Mrs Sof-, she ... I mean her.., last time her car GPS was in the second.” car showroom

“What do you mean?” All of a sudden, Mr. Alatas opened his eyes. “You mean he sold his car? Why didn't you tell me?”

“M-sorry Sir, they are still looking for his whereabouts, because he was not at his parents' residence.”

“Stupid! Obviously he's not going to be there! His parents don't even care!” Furious Mr. Alatas. “I don't want to know, quickly get information about it! Don't let me miss if he has given birth, I have to take his son because he is the son of Ramzi, the future successor to the business empire Alatas.”

“So Papa is planning to take my son?” Ramzi who had heard the conversation of his father and the butler stared in a haunted manner.

“Ram, have arrived you apparently.”

“Don't avoid me, Pa.” Ramzi approaching. “Say, is it true that Papa would take my son from Sofia? Papa Tega separated an innocent little baby from his mother?” Ramzi stared intently demanding an answer.

“Don't overdo Ram, the baby is also Papa's grandson.” Elak Mr. Alatas.

“But she needs her mother, she needs Sofia as her birth mother. No need for Papa! Do you want to breastfeed a newborn baby?”

At once Gerald almost laughed at Ramzi's question, but he immediately silenced his mouth.

“Don't teach you, Ram!” Hardik Mr. Alatas.

“I do not agree with Papa's plan, good bad Sofia is to remain the biological mother of my son, and I will invite her to come back to me.”

“We'll see, if Papa stays with the plan it means Papa will face me directly!” Challenge Ramzi seriously.

“Ram! It's all for your own good, for the good of our family. Women like your wife don't deserve to fight, there are dozens of women who are much better than the ja**ng!”

“Don't Papa call Sofia like that again Pa! do you know I don't like it?” Firmly Ramzi then turned his steps leaving the middle room.

“Ram, wait!” Excited Mr. Alatas. “You have to come to dinner, there's someone you want to introduce.”

“Forget it, I won't open my heart to anyone.” Ramzi said without turning his head, his steps swayed steadily up the stairs back to his room.

“That kid, really can't be controlled anymore.” Mr. Alatas squeezed the arm of the sofa beside him. “Gerald, they have to find the woman faster. I don't want Ramzi back at her.”

“Good, Sir. Soon I will command them to find him.”

“Take her to a place that Ram won't be able to find, make sure she gives birth to her baby there. I don't want her to run away again, the baby has to be mine.” Both Mr. Alatas's netra shined sharply forward as if he was ready to pounce on the invisible prey before him.

“Create, Mr.” Gerald immediately retreated slowly as he reached into his gawai from his pocket.

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Berliners, berlin,

Mr. Bughman stared at his screen with an unblinking look.

“Verdampt! Ich muss damit aufhoen!” (Damn! I have to stop him!) Bail Mr. Bughmann. “Those protesters why not just be shot dead! Always messing around everywhere!” Mr. Bughman twitched his temple which suddenly throbbed painfully.

Hanson had his backpack on his shoulder, looking at the grim papa in his study. “Guten Morgen, Papa.” (Good morning, Papa). Hanson landed his ass in the front seat of his father's desk.

Stare straight at the child. “Where are you going?”

“Sesui plan, today I will return to Jakarta.”

“Nein!” (no) Mr. Bughman leaned his body forward. “You have to help Papa. The protesters demanded an end to the use of coal. Our company will lose if the government approves.”

“What can we do?” Hanson shrugged his shoulders indifferently. “Leave it! Moreover, the use of coal is indeed very detrimental to the environment.”

“Dumm!” (Stupid!). “Did your brain move to the buttocks? We can fall poor because of that!”

Hanson heard his father's curse. “At the very least we will not be poorer than the padlocks on the streets. We still have a canning business in Hamburg and Bremerhaven, Pa. Just relax.”

THE PLAQUE!

Mr. Bughman blaked Hanson's head. Can't stand him hearing the babble of the boy who was the njeplak waton.

“Put your bag back, and come with Papa to see Mrs. Barbara Hendricks.” Decide Mr. Bughman leaned back on his soft chair.

“Do you want Papa to take me to meet with the Minister of Environment?” Hanson's forehead frowned in wonder. “I want to get married in the Office of Religious Affairs Pa, not in the office of the Ministry of the Environment!”

It's almost Mr. Bughman landed his hand back on Hanson's head if Hanson was no more nimble to avoid it.

“Hanson Dietrich Bughman! Put your bag back and come with Papa now!” Mr. Bughman glared at his eyes not wanting to be refuted.

“Nein, Papa!” Hanson shook his head firmly. “I will return to Jakarta because my love is waiting for me!”

“Gottverdammt! Kannst du es wagen, mit deinem vater zu streiten?” (Learnest! How dare you deny your father's orders?" Mr. Bughman growled holding back his almost overflowing anger.

Hanson rose to shuffle his hair in frustration.

“Come, Pa …. We better just give up. Didn't I help Papa the best I could? But what is it? All parties will ultimately agree to the termination of the use of coal as fuel. The issue of global warming has been raised for decades. There's no point Papa working.” Hanson's papar trying to tear Mr. Bughman was still coldly silent on his throne.

“Do you know our country has agreed to the Paris Agreement some years ago, that the earth's temperature should not rise above 2 degrees, or better yet 1.5 degrees? That means the use of coal as the largest contributor of carbon gas must indeed be stopped!” Hanson, who saw his father, was still silent. “So let the demo go everywhere because they do demand kindness for the survival of nature!”

“Why have you become a smart ass since living in Indonesia? Who has brainwashed you?” Cynical Mr. Buhgmans.

“Ck, I just think logically Pa, rather than wasting time.” Hanson clucked resentfully at the sling of his bag that was slightly sagging from his shoulder.

“BJ. Habibie just moved to our country because his intelligence is not considered in Indonesia, why did you choose to stop there?” Mr Sarkas. Bughmann.

“Who to wear **. Habibie everything? Papa has been wandering everywhere.” Hanson was getting upset. “Already, I have to go now. My plane leaves in two hours, I don't want to be late because my love is waiting for me in Jakarta.” Hanson turned around after glancing at the watch on his right wrist.

“Hanson Dietrich Boughman!” Again, Mr. Bougman called out loudly to his beloved son. “Dare you step out of this room, Papa will freeze all the cards..”.

“Es ist mir egal, Papa.” (I don't care, Papa.) Cut Hanson turned around quickly. “You freeze or you confiscate all debit cards, credit cards, resident cards, please Papa. It won't dampen my steps to get back to Jakata. Because in the end only I can Papa rely on to take care of papa.”'s old days Hanson said with conviction.

“You will regret it, Hanson.” Mr. Bughman approached the son. “You forgot, why can you travel freely, frolicking as you please, traveling to various corners of the earth? it's all thanks to your papa! And now when your papa needs you, you'll just leave?”

Hanson could see a glittering rage in both of his father's eyes, but he was undaunted. He was determined not to delay his departure this time.

“Papa, I beg your understanding." Hanson softens. "Right now I have to fight for my love, I want to put an end to all my past folly because I've found someone to be married.”

“Did I not hear wrong? You're talking about being married?” Suddenly a wry smile curved across Mr.'s thin lips. Boughmans.

“Your hearing is still working fine, Papa. Now please let me go, you would want your son to have a wife and offspring to carry on the Bughman family right? I'm gonna make it happen, Pa. I promise, after this I will return to Berlin to take care of all our business.”Hanson said full of heart.

“Kann ich dir vertrauen?” (Can I trust you?)

“Sure.”

“Ok. Bring your future wife here, let Papa judge her.”

Hanson smiled faintly. “I can't believe it will be this easy to melt you.”

“This time you doubt your papa?” Mr. Bougman punched Hanson in the right arm.

“He em, little. As long as you still intend to see Mrs. Hendricks I don't fully trust. Who knows papa also kept a hidden plan to thwart my marriage later.” Hanson chuckled at the end of his sentence.

“Basic brat.” Mr. Boughman was laughing. “At least let me try, at most my business will get compensation from the government if I really have to close it.”

“Opportunist basis capitalist!”

The separation of both father and son did not last as dramatically as expected. They are both aware of each other's wishes.

Let's just wait if Hanson will manage to bring Rumi to Berlin?

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Which from yesterday has been missed by the Babang bule Hanson, hopefully treated huh? even if it's just a little. 😄

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