Grudge from Paralyzed Husband
Chapter 11

I kept staring at the picture of Mama on the wall of the middle room. My heart is back. I don't know why I'm still not sincere and accept everything that has happened with the chest.

Feelings of sadness, disappointment and guilt mixed into one. It's a burden to my mentality right now.

"Den, there's Mr. Fendi in front." Mbok Asih's voice is troubling me.

I looked at Mbok Asih, then gestured him to push my wheelchair.

"Azwar, this is Mr. Heri. He is Mr. Robi's subordinate and the right hand of your Papa Alamarhum." Uncle Fendi brought a big tall man before me.

"Greetings, sir. I'm Azwar." I introduced myself while shaking his hand.

There was a strange feeling that lingered as I looked at this man's bead in front of me. His face looked calm and calm, but for some reason, his lightning eyes looked sharp and sadistic.

"I know. You are the only child of the late Mr. Bagas and Almarhumah Madam Puspa, right." Heri smiled at me. An impressed smile was forced.

"I am also saddened to hear of the accident that hit Almarhumah Madame Puspa. But, all is the will of God. No matter how hard we try to resist, if it's time to leave, it will definitely go."

I just responded to Mr. Heri with a smile. Hearing the name of Mama called, my heart ached again.

"I'm sure a lot, sir," I said softly.

"Did Herman ever come here, after your Mama's funeral?" Uncle Fendi asked slowly.

I'm shaking. "Maybe he's busy."

"She is always busy, so busy she doesn't even have time to find a companion." Uncle Fendi sighed softly.

I did hear from Mama, if Doctor Herman is still single until now. Even until he stepped on the head of 5, there was no sign that he was going to end his bachelor.

Though not a few beautiful and well-established women who approached him. But somehow, none of them managed to attract the attention and heart of Doctor Herman. That's the story I heard from my mom.

"Azwar, my goal to bring Mr. Heri here, is to replace Mr. Robi. He will help you take care of everything related to your Mama's house business." Uncle Fendi explained.

"Because now that Puspa is dead, automatically all his assets and wealth will fall to you as his only child."

"About that, can't you just wait? I still want to focus on finding Mr. Robi. I'm pretty sure he's alive." I looked at Uncle Fendi calmly.

"alright. Then, let Mr. Heri take care and arrange everything. You just need to give a power of attorney that gives Mr. Heri full rights." Uncle Fendi thrust a stamped paper at me, a power of attorney.

I looked at the power of attorney. "I'll handle it later, Uncle. But now I have to go, there is something I have to take care of first ..," I said.

"Faster is better, Azwar. We can't let all the business your Mama left behind be stuck without clarity. Someone has to take everything." Uncle Fendi looked at me seriously.

*****

"What are we doing here?"

"Waiting for someone." The girl looked around, even repeatedly her head was turned towards the narrow alley at the end of the road.

"Who?"

"Later, Azwar also knew who we wanted to meet."

A woman was seen coming out of the alley, just after Saints finished speaking. Her appearance looks fashionable and glamorous, but looks so tacky and kampungan.

"That's it." The saint pointed his chin towards the woman.

"Who is he?"

"Nandar's legal wife, Sarah's mother." The saint stared at the woman who was walking closer and closer.

"Who is this guy? Your new Sugar Daddy?" The look full of ridicule of the woman was directed at me.

Is a man with circumstances and conditions like me at this time is always viewed one eye by some people?

Or is it just arrogant and arrogant people who always look at me with ridicule?

Saints are silent, do not answer or respond to the questions of women in front of us.

"So what's important you want to tell me? Hurry up, I don't have much time." The woman named Sarah looked at the lazy Saint.

"Sit down, we'll talk relaxed." The saint responded to Sarah's arrogant style with a calm demeanor.

"sitting down? In this place? Huh, that's ridiculous. Do you think I'm going to dirty my expensive clothes with dust on this chair?" Sarah stood up, her hands folded in front of her chest.

"Why do you blame dust, it is true that it is the place there. If you want to sit quietly and your expensive clothes are clean, try a little to expose the dust." Suci spoke without looking at Sarah, who was still standing still in the original place.

"Did you really not want to know what I was going to say?" Saints smile.

"Don't play me, Holy! Tell me what you want to say!" Sarah's voice was high.

"Okay, okay." Saints took out a brown envelope, then gave it to Sarah.

The woman flinched after removing the contents inside the brown envelope and looking at it. Sarah's face flushed red and both her eyes glared sharply. His chest looked down and up, while his breath was heard hunting.

"Bad! Where'd you get this! Say it!" Sarah grabs and squeezes the collar of the Holy-worn shirt.

I pulled Sarah's hand and tried to let her go.

"Don't interfere!" Sarah yelled at me, then pushed my body sitting in a wheelchair, almost falling.

"Sir Azwar!" Sacred reflex stood up to help me, but her body was pulled back by Sarah.

"Say where did you get this?!" Sarah's sharp gaze rained.

The saint chuckled softly. There was no fear in the face of the girl.

"Why? You don't think your beloved husband would do that?"

"Who is that woman? And where does he live now?" Sarah seemed to be holding back anger.

"All the info about your husband's affair, is behind the photo," explained Suci lirih.

Sarah released her hand grip on the collar of the Holy shirt, then flipped over the photo she was holding.

"Bad you guys! Wait, I'll pay you back for me." Sarah sizzled quietly.

The woman then turned around, and without a word she walked away from me and Saints.

"Remember, Ma'am, don't bring my name in front of your husband and always later! The saint shouted out loud.

"Fuck you!" Sarah turned around, then shouted. Before finally disappearing behind the narrow alley wall at the end of the road.

Saints smile at me. I admit, this girl in front of me is indeed clever and cunning. He deliberately used the anger of Nandar's wife, to teach Rahma a lesson.

"Come brother, we should also go. I don't want to miss the free spectacle ..., and laugh at Mbak Rahma and Nandar ..." A cynical smile grew in a thin lips Sacred ...

I was also, impatiently wanting to see the surprised reaction of Rahma and Nandar, when Sarah came to them later  ...

Epic first step of revenge ...