Forced to Marry My Brother's Prospective Husband

Forced to Marry My Brother's Prospective Husband
chapter 120


In front of the door of the Rose room, Mahendra stood by putting on his lethargic look.


"Is this how my son behaves to me? Even Rose did not want to admit I was in front of all my employees, she would rather be known as his wife Abymana than be known as my son even though I was not completely bankrupt, I am still the owner of the company even though the shares I have are only a few," said Mahendra.


Unacknowledged by the Rose makes Mahendra feel offended and hurt without him realizing he had done the same to the daughter he had long thrown away.


"Sir Mahendra why, so sad to get out of the room Miss Roses?" said an employee who saw Mahendra.


"Maybe scolded by Mrs Rose" said another employee.


"No way, Miss Roses don't make fun of that."


"Sokay know you."


"So by accident Miss Rose hit me when I hit her again I thought she'd be angry but it turns out she's sorry and told me to rest if I got hurt," said one of the janitors who was hit by a rose.


"What are you really?"


"Yes, Mum Rose had fallen and her clothes were dirty because of the dust I was sweeping but she was not angry at all. Miss Rose is different from Ms. Marisa and Orange."


"If that is forever Mr. Mahendra does not need to be our boss again it is better that Mrs Rose who leads this company if Bu Mawar is the leader here, we certainly won't get scorn from Miss Marisa and Orange."


"Yes, let's hope they don't happen to us at all."


Mahendra cleared his throat when he heard the talk of his employees who complained about the attitude of his wife and son who never treated them well.


Instantly the employees fell silent while bowing their heads.


"Don't gossip during business hours. Go back to your respective workplaces" Mahendra said.


They all disbanded from that place for fear of getting angry with Mr. Mahendra!


**********


In a mental hospital.


Michelle and Randy were standing next to the room where Mitha was being treated, they were staring at Mitha from the window glass attached to the wall of the room.


"He's the guy Roger introduced me to. Her name is Bu Mitha, she said she is my real mother" Michelle said as she continued to stare at Mitha.


"Mitha," muttered Randy.


"Do you know that woman?" ask Michelle.


"She won Roger's mother but I didn't know she was your mother either" Randy said.


Can I meet him?" ask Randy.


"of course. Let's follow me, " Michelle said as she walked into the room!


"Good day, Ma" said Michelle as she grabbed Mitha's hand and kissed her back.


"Assalamu'alaikum, Mitha. What happened until you were in this place?" randy said as he stared at the black netra of his best friend's wife.


"Buy Mas ... Mas Randy," Mitha said with a slight murmur.


"Yes, I'm Randy. Do you remember me? Mitha looked at me, you remember me?" randy said again.


"Mas Randy." Suddenly Mitha shed tears as she looked at Randy.


Michelle who knew nothing just kept silent while looking at the two of them.


"I miss Mas Arman, I want to see him" Mitha said.


As if like a normal person, Mitha said that she was missing her husband's old figure.


Saay Arman died Mitha was often daydreaming and often acted strange maybe because his longing was too big on the husband to make Mitha become like that, making Mitha required to stay in that mental hospital.


"I see, you must miss him, I miss him too. You're healing fast so we can go on a pilgrimage to your husband's grave."


"I'm not crazy, Mom. I'm not crazy." Mitha clasped Randy's hand while shaking her head several times.


"Michelle, please calm your mother I'll call the Doctor" Randy said.


"Ma, Mama calm down." Michelle hugged Mitha lovingly so that the aging woman could calm down while Randy ran outside the room to call the Doctor who handled Mitha.


**********


In Randy's office.


"Tumben Papa left didn't say. Where's he going about?" said Aby.


"There may be business outside the office. I saw him go with Michelle" said Dirga.


"Lately I've noticed that Michelle has been seeing Papa a lot, actually Michelle is working on what Papa can't possibly save Papa," Aby said.


Dirga looked at Aby with a look of dislike, Aby's words too lead to slander and no longer prejudice on them.


"That's not true. Mr. Randy is not that kind of person and Michelle is not the kind of girl that Mr. Muda accuses of" Dirga said.


Aby looked at Dirga who was upset, a mysterious smile was engraved on Aby's lips.


"I also could not have slandered my Papa that quickly," said Aby.


"But just now."


"That's kidding. There is no way Michelle would want to be with Papa, even though Papa is handsome but when compared to you, it must be a handsome you everywhere as you are young, still virgin again, still virgin again, different with Papa who is old and already has two children" said Aby with a small laugh after he finished talking.


Dirga looked at Aby again, "serious curtain" he said.


"Oh yes Dirga, I want to go to the Rose office first, you take care of the work here first as long as Papa has not returned to his place" said Aby.


"Well, I will do it as best I can" said Dirga.


Aby smiles and leaves Dirga without saying anything more!


Dirga looked at Aby's departure, in his heart he remembered Aby's words thinking that Michelle was his boss' mistress.


Dirga shuddered, there is no way that the woman he likes has bad qualities as thought by Aby.


After Aby is out of sight, Dirga grabs her phone from her pants pocket and calls Michelle.


He called Michelle many times, but she didn't get any calls from him.


"What is Michelle doing with Mr. Randy? Until my phone was not picked up by her, not usually Michelle like this," Dirga's mind while staring at her phone.


Hearing Aby's words made him feel worried and afraid, afraid that what Aby said was true even though his mouth continued to say impossible but undeniably his heart was afraid.


"No way, that can't happen. Mr. Randy is an honorable person and Michelle is also the last girl even though she lives in an orphanage" Dirga murmured trying to shake off all her bad prejudices.


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