Grudge from Paralyzed Husband
Chapter 12

PoV 3 (Pow Autor)

"How's it?"

"As you may have guessed, Madam. They immediately transfer all your assets and property to Mr. Azwar." The man gave a large envelope to the woman in front of him.

"Have you investigated, who was behind the accident that happened to my secretary?" Madam Puspa asked a question, while flipping some paper from inside the envelope earlier.

"It has. But it hasn't come to fruition."

Mrs Puspa sighed softly, having previously placed the envelope on the table in front of her.

He massaged his temple gently, then leaned his head against the back of the sofa he was sitting on.

"I never thought things would get so complicated, Robi. The initial intention to teach a lesson to those who have tortured and insulted Azwar, it makes me uncover a big secret that I have never known," said Mrs Puspa.

"Actually, I have long been suspicious. It's just that I haven't been able to get any concrete evidence on the matter, Madam."

"Who do you suspect, Robi? My brain can't think straight for now." Madam Puspa seemed to close her eyes.

"Mr Fendi, Madam. I suspect, he is the mastermind behind the accident that hit Mr. Bagas 10 years ago. Also ...,"

"The accident that took my secretary's life yesterday!" Strictly, the woman said.

Mr. Robi stood still. The man continued to stare at his Boss with a sad look. Ten years ago, she lost her beloved husband in an accident. Who would have thought, the accident turned out to be intentional and arranged in such a way, by the closest person to Mrs Puspa himself.

"Huh ..." Madam Puspa sighed softly.

"Then, what now, ma'am? Are we going to keep hiding like this?"

"Maybe for a while be better. I wanted to calm down, as well as wait for their weak points and gather evidence." Mrs Puspa is still closed.

"But ...," Madame Puspa opened her eyes slowly. " I'm worried about Azwar's situation."

"I have word, if now Mr. Azwar can speak."

Mrs Puspa glared, then straightened up and looked at Mr. Robi. "really?"

Mr. Robi nodded.

"Ashir ..." Both of Mrs Puspa's netra were glazed. There was a worry wrapped in longing on the look on the face of the middle-aged woman.

"Have your men keep an eye on Azwar, Robi. Make sure my son is okay. But don't let him know if I'm alive."

"Let the sense of loss, teach it to be stronger" whispered Mrs Puspa, then back to leaning her head and closing her two neutrals.

*****

"B4jing4n you, Mas! How dare you play with fire behind my back! Feel ink, feel it!" The woman named Sarah continued to direct the fist towards the husband.

Many times she threw punches and kicks at her husband, Nandar.

"Absolutely, Ma! Forgive me! You've misunderstood. I .., I have nothing to do with Rahma. She just asked me to help get rid of her paralyzed husband, that's all," Nandar's voice sounded clear.

"Don't lie to you, Mum! You think I'm b0d0h, huh! I've been investigating everything before I came here. So don't try to tickle again!" Sarah shouted out loud.

"I'm not lying, Ma. I was just helping Rahma."

"Yes, help satisfy her every night, right!" Sarah's gaze was so sharp, leading to Nandar.

"It's not so, Ma. I ...,"

"I what? I've been enjoying a hot relationship with Rahma, haven't I? Or, I've been addicted to the wild woman bin4l, is that it? Say, Mas. Let's say it quickly!"

Bugh ...!

Again, a kick about the exact origin of**************Nandar.

"Akkhh ...!! Ma ..., how must you ... Destroyed is my future" said Nandar slowly, then collapsed and fainted.

"Now it's time to teach the actor a lesson" whispered Sarah softly.

*****

"There's good news, brother." Saints rushed to Azwar, after hearing the news of the persecution that Sarah had done to Nandar.

"What?" Azwar who was sitting facing the park, then turned his wheelchair.

"See this." The girl with the shoulder-length hair showed Azwar a videotape.

Azwar looked at the video tensely. Perhaps Azwar was horrified, seeing how furious a woman, whose heart had been torn from betrayal.

"Is this really the woman we met yesterday?" Azwar looked at Sacred fixedly.

The girl nodded a few times, looking a faint smile blooming over her lips.

"Sarah's mom is a fight guy. Hence, Nandar was afraid of him."

Azwar nodded, a sign of understanding. So this is the plan of the Saints, making Nandar not wart in Sarah's hands. That way it would be easier for them to take revenge if they were divided.

Clever and cunning. It turned out that Azwar had already misjudged this girl before him.

Initially Azwar had doubts, whether the actions the Saints did would work. In fact, everything went beyond Azwar's expectations.

"Then, what's our next plan?" Azwar asked curiously.

"Now it's Papa's turn ..." Sacred smiled cunningly.

*****

"What's up, Robi?" Madam Puspa asked impatiently when she saw Robi back in their hiding place.

"Mistress, 45% of the company's shares moved to Heri," replied Mr. Robi hesitated.

"How can you?"

"He got those shares, through a board meeting. Some shareholders are willing to give up power to Heri to manage the company."

"really disaster. Companies can be destroyed if leadership moves in their hands." Madam Puspa clenched both hands.

"The good news is, Mr. Azwar has not signed a power of attorney granting Heri full rights to manage all assets and businesses belonging to Mrs." Mr. Robi looked at Madam Puspa calmly.

"Don't let Azwar sign the power of attorney,"

"I'm sure that won't happen, ma'am. I've ordered and paid someone to always be by Mr. Azwar's side. He'll protect and help Mr. Azwar, as long as we hide."

"Who is that guy? Is he trustworthy?" Madam Puspa narrowed his eyes.

"Miss ... Sacred."

"What?" Madam Puspa looked at Mr. Robi with doubt.

"Are you not wrong, Robi? What if that girl betrayed us?" The middle-aged woman looked worried. He was dissatisfied with the actions of his confidants.

"He can betray Papa and his brother. It's not impossible if he can also betray us later,"

"I assure you, if Holy Miss is the only person we can trust for now, other than Doctor Herman."

"How can you be so sure, Robi? Have you known that girl for a long time?"

"I don't need to know him for long, to know someone's character. And I'm sure, the Holy Miss is the right person. After all, he has the same goal as us" explained Mr. Robi.

Madam Puspa looked at Mr. Robi fixedly. The middle-aged woman tried to look for seriousness on the face of the confidant.

"One thing you must remember, madam, if the enemy of our enemy, is a friend ..." Mr. Robi looked at Mrs Puspa with a faint smile ....