Husband And Sister-in-law
Chapter 84

Rey broke her coarse hair, she was pacing around in the apartment room she had lived in while in the country. She doesn't want to stay with her Oma. Because he didn't bring his wife, his Oma would always ask when your wife would come here.

Rey can't afford to lie to her Oma many times. Until finally Rey on the grounds of being busy in the office he will be a lot in the office and may just sleep there. His oma is very angry, but because Rey's work is really a lot. He allowed Rey to do it by force.

But that's not the emergency now. He was still in shock with last night. Especially when he woke up earlier, he found himself naked without a thread with a woman who was not his wife.

"Dam. Shit." As Rey was upset, she was confused as to what to do. He felt guilty for betraying his wife.

Ting

His phone's voice clinks the sign of incoming messages. Rey immediately grabbed him doubtful, afraid that his wife sent a message.

"Yes?" Rey contacted the person who sent the message after reading the message.

"Flight your plane in two hours, sir, are you ready?" Bernard asked across the phone. Rey was silent, she just remembered going back to the homeland today. He glanced at the apartment wall clock showing at nine in the morning but Rey's body condition was very messy. As different as usual, very neat.

"okay." Rey replied briefly and went to clean herself up.

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"All is ready, sir." Bernard said as they reached the airport.

"Oh... Thanks." Thanks." Rey replied like a fool. She daydreams a lot in the car on the way to the airport. Bernard just stared intensely at his boss.

"Are you okay, sir?" Bernard's question felt that Rey was not focused on just staring at the screen of her phone that was not on the screen at all. Just stared at so closely since.

"Yes?"

"It looks like you're not okay." Bernard's words left from there made Rey speechless staring at Bernard flat then back busy with his phone.

"Please sir!" Bernard hands Rey an isotonic bottled drink in hopes of alleviating her condition.

"Oh... Thanks." Thanks." Rey answered the drink and sipped it briefly.

"Do I have to ask him?" Rey's voice suddenly made Bernard turn to look at Rey.

"That's better. You didn't misunderstand yourself because you got the answer to your curiosity." Bernard behaves like a friend.

"What if I make a mistake too?" Bernard was silent looking closely at Rey, Rey who was busy with her cellphone looked at Bernard flat but a sad look was also there.

"Is your mistake so great?" Bernard looked at Rey seriously.

"..." - ".Rey lowered her head not daring to answer choosing to throw her gaze in any direction.

"It looks like you guys should talk to each other." Bernard's advice finally and the sound of calls from the plane to his homeland began to be called, Bernard helped Rey carry her belongings to the trunk.

Rey fell silent before entering the plane door and turned to look at Bernard who was also fixedly staring at her. But Rey finally turned back and stepped into the plane without saying anything. Bernard just silently frowned but then let out a long sigh.

"May all be well."

Sret

A woman crosses in with a wide hat covering part of her face, a scarf that was bright red wrapped around his neck as the branded bag swirled in his right arm into the plane past Bernard who was turning in the opposite direction to the woman who passed earlier. Bernard left the airport.

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"Mrs, let me drop you off!" Tawar Aldi sees Karina stepping out of Rey's study.

"I've got to stop by first."

"I'll take you!" Firmly Aldi made Karina exhale violently.

"All right." Answer Karina resigned.

Aldi drove his car at a moderate speed, Karina just fell silent and said nothing. He just stared out the car window at the building he was passing by. The look in his eyes was empty, the more dominant the sense of sadness encompassed him. Karina actually still wants to rest in the apartment waiting for her husband to come home and wants to ask what his mistake was until her husband avoids her.

Karina realized her husband was avoiding her but she was also anxious at the same time. So he chose to 'escape' without his assistant who usually never absent a day. Yesterday I received a message from a foreign number. Karina's heart was broken, crushed. Though she had started to open her heart wide to her husband and forget about her former lover.

Karina desperately contacted hackers to convince herself that her husband would never betray her but that it was so easily broken by the hacker's remark that the photo was genuine.

Karina's broken heart is getting broken. If only he was out of his brain maybe he would have chosen to kill himself right then and there. But Karina's brain is sane, the feeling of love that has been opened is now closed tightly again. He'll keep it closed forever. He will choose not to live with love. Bullshit about love. Moreover, he was just an orphanage child whose origins were unclear.

As if Karina was justifying Ambar's words, Bryan's mother used to. If an orphanage child whose origins are not clear, it should not be in their environment.

"Mrs went to the supermarket?" Tanya Aldi breaks Karina's daydream.

"Below the apartment." Answer Karina flat.

"Good mistress."

Aldi's car stopped at the supermarket door. Karina came down to shop.

"You can go, I'll ask security for help to bring it up." Karina's words sounded like an order that Aldi spontaneously answered.

Karina started picking up trolleys and going around the supermarket to shop for her needs. He tried to throw his mind off for a while by switching shopping.

When all was enough Karina queued in front of the cashier. When she finished, she brought her groceries back to the apartment.

"Miss Karina!" Calling someone not far from where she was standing right now made Karina turn her head feeling familiar with her voice.

"Mr Bastian."

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"You've been cured?" Bastian asked pleasantries after the two had long been silent.

Now they sit in a cafe not far from the supermarket. Karina complies with Bastian's desire to talk to him for a while, whether for any business. Though his business cooperation is not Karina who takes care of it.

"Ah... I accidentally heard that Mr. Reynaldi was busy taking care of his ailing secretary. I don't know why I'm guessing you're the one." Obviously Bastian smiled widely making Karina speechless for some reason she always felt comfortable with the middle-aged man.

"Thank you for asking. I've been cured." Answer Karina with some courtesy.

"Oh.. Thank goodness." Bastian replied in a tone completely relieved to hear Karina was healed.

"You didn't meet me for this, did you?" Karina asked directly as they had been silent ever since. Bastian himself was also confused to want to talk and start from where.

"Oh no, of course not. It's just, I'm confused as to where to start talking from." Bastian replied in silence again making Karina look at Bastian fixed.

"Don't misunderstand me! I really want to say something important. It's just, I'm afraid you don't believe." Bastian again hesitated. He also took something out of the pocket of the shirt that was still in his work coat.

Bastian shifted the paper after staring at it for a long time and showed Karina to look at it.

"W-what..." Karina's voice stopped when she recognized Bastian's photo.

"It-it's... Where did you get my mother's photo."

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Bastian looked at Karina fixedly hearing an unexpected answer that would appear on Karina's lips.

"What... Her name is Mira?"

"Yes? This... Excuse me... Are you spying on me..." Again Karina's voice was not so pronounced when she saw the man next to her mother's photo. And they look like lovers or husband and wife? Karina stared at the photo and turned to look at Bastian many times to make sure that his guess was wrong.

"Cannot be. Don't tell..." Karina shut her mouth in disbelief. If the photo of the man who was with his mother when he was young was very similar to this middle-aged man in front of him.

"Yes, you're right. I'm the man in the picture." Karina shook her head in disbelief at Bastian's words while covering her mouth in surprise.

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TB