His Purpose
152. The Lost Thing

Abhimanyu sighed. She had to meet Sandra again at the same meeting. For an hour he tried to ignore the woman. Abhi was uncomfortable because from then on Sandra did not stop looking at him with a seductive grin.

Demon lady.

Again and again Abhi cursed inwardly.

Finally Abhi was able to sigh in relief when the meeting ended. He hurriedly came out followed by Jo, his assistant.

But when he was about to enter the car, someone pulled his arm around. Sandra with her haughty face made Abhi sick.

"What's wrong?" asked Abhi coldly.

The corner of Sandra's lips lifted up. "Easy, Honey. Do you have to be that rude to an ex-wife?"

Abhi threw away his face for a while, clucked and let out a faint breath. "We don't have any business, so there's no time to chat for long."

"You're wrong, I have something I want to show you."

Abhi turned his head, he was silent for a while while thinking. The Netra they met, and Sandra looked at him meaningfully.

A moment Abhi turned to her assistant. Jo who understood finally nodded and went home first with the driver.

"If you need anything, please contact us" he said before leaving.

Abhi just nodded and let his luxurious Lexus waltz out of the hotel courtyard. He looked back at Sandra. Either Abhi was just hallucinating or indeed the woman looked aghast earlier.

Sandra invites Abhi to enter her car which is also parked there. During the journey they were silent to each other. Abhi who was staring out the window, Sandra who seemed busy herself with her tablet.

The road is quite jammed. Most of the crowded is a motorist with green clothes typical of the agency of a company.

It took them some time to get there. An apartment building loomed as soon as Abhi came down the door opened. He murmured thanks to the young man who had driven the car before.

Abhi follows Sandra who walks into the lobby. They entered the elevator only two of them. Making Abhi uncomfortable because Sandra used the opportunity to tease him.

"Enough," he said, removing Sandra's stained fingers from his shoulders. "You don't want to fool me, do you?" asked Abhi suspiciously.

Sandra smile. "It turns out you've always been this stupid, huh? Not changed at all."

Abhi's forehead wrinkled deep.

"If it's true that I'm someone else, maybe you're dead by now."

"Your reckless nature, throw it away" continued Sandra. "Don't trust people too much."

"Especially you," chimpal cynical Abhi.

Actually not without reason Abhi just want to follow Sandra. Besides having to keep an eye on the woman, Abhi also wanted to make sure of something, although it was less likely to be found there.

They reached the top floor of the building which was a penthouse. The elevator they climbed was a special elevator for the owner because it has direct access. So open the appearance of a luxurious Sandra house filled Abhi's attention.

He walked to the center of the room where the crystal lamp hung on it. While Sandra climbed up the circular staircase out of nowhere.

Abhi approaches a large window that displays a beautiful view of Jakarta. No wonder all the apartments in this building are priced at fantastic prices, the view offered is promising.

Sandra came down with something. He approached Abhi and stood beside the man. A small box stretched out to him. Abhi turned his head to leave the scene in front to then switch then lowered his head with a frown.

He looked up slowly while gulping. "I-This .. can you explain?"

If his conjecture is correct, Abhi does not know what to do.

The corner of Sandra's lips lifted, her head turned to snatch the dark photo sheet from Abhi's hand. He watched her while grunting. Then sniff. "The poor baby."

Unknowingly Abhi's breath began to tremble. "Where is the boy?"

Sandra raised an eyebrow returning Abhi's gaze. "Dead," he said lightly. Sandra shrugged her shoulders. "I'm lazy to take care of it, so I'll just drop it. I already have Gibran."

The woman looked so relaxed, in contrast to Abhi who was almost tremored to hear the statement.

Not without reason, last before they divorced Abhi still had time to hook Sandra. This was what had made him curious. Unexpectedly, Sandra herself answered the curiosity without being asked.

But, Abhi certainly did not want to believe just like that. It could be a trap that Sandra deliberately made to fool him.

With a choking voice Abhi asked. "Whose son? Tell me this isn't my son! You're in touch with another man. Right, you must be doing a free *** there. Aye, right?" Abhi laughed softly. "Yes, this is not my son. It's not my son." Abhi kept shaking.

He tried hard to throw away his assumption, but Sandra's sentence actually collapsed all Abhi's efforts. "Your son."

Abhi's jaw tightened immediately, especially seeing Sandra's face which was not the slightest bit filled with guilt. "Buck," he hissed angry.

It could be likened to Abhi's eyes already burning red at this moment. He shouted sweeping through all the items on the table beside the window.

And prang!!!

"Aarrgghh!!!"

"Fucking woman! Fucking devil! You bastard Sandra Willis!!!" Abhi grabs Sandra's body and throws her into a big glass.

Sandra grimaced slightly feeling her back. Abhi's pillow is pretty hard. Damnit.

Abhi gripped Sandra's chin violently. His teeth were grinding withstanding emotions. Sandra frowned at Abhi's pressure which started to make her hard to swallow. He did not expect Abhimanyu to be this angry.

"A-Brand ..." Sandra tried to remove Abhi's grip.

Uhuk!

"Damn. You're really fucking. Not enough have you destroyed my children, you have to kill them without mercy?" abhi whispered with a trembling voice. "I shouldn't have fallen in love with you just yet!!!"

Abhi's tears were flowing. "Why? Why, Sandra? Why did you turn this cruel? Why do you have to follow your father?"

Sandra's face was already red, her blood as if gathered on the head. He stared back at Abhi flat. The highlight is empty, full of mystery.

Abhi took off the giggle and distanced her body with a breath of breath. While Sandra immediately coughed holding her chin and neck that hurt Abhi's grip.

Abhi rested his hands on the table. His shoulders were thundered with his back bent over staring at the floor. His breath is still shaking. Cold sweat condenses on the temples. Abhi's eyes were closed with a deep frown.

She turned to Sandra behind her before entering the elevator, leaving the woman, unbeknownst to Abhi, on the floor.

His eyes were empty without direction. His body trembled every time he took a breath. Before how long Sandra's tears came out, she gulped with a sharp and hollow look.

At first glance he glanced at the photo USG lying horribly on the floor. Long enough, I don't know how long he sat there until noon turned twilight.