
At about seven in the evening Frans came home from his office activities. Frans' face looked tired and worn due to his work. Not only that, precisely Frans' emotions seemed unstable since the incident this morning with Jenny and Arjuna.
Frans entered his luxurious home without saying his greetings first, then threw his bag and car keys on the living room sofa.
Frans steps down into the living room looking for the figure of his wife Alea, he wants to ask Alea to make a cup of coffee for him because the coffee made by Alea tastes very fitting on Frans' tongue. Since Alea served as secretary the first thing Alea liked was the concoction of coffee from her hands.
Frans had just reached the entrance of the TV room, Frans' steps suddenly stopped after seeing Alea who was calling someone. Frans had no idea who Alea was talking to? Alea's clear tone sounded whispered, making Frans a little suspicious of Alea. It was not usual for Alea to act like this.
Is there something you're hiding from me Alea?
Inner Frans asked so.
Frans kept listening and watching Alea's suspicious movements, he didn't want Alea to know where she was.
"Don't come to this house! Let's meet outside."
That was all Frans could hear from Alea's lips.
Why does Alea look like she's scared? Something must be wrong.
Frans wondered again.
Alea immediately disconnected the phone, he again kept his cellphone in his pants pocket, then his steps towards the second floor while running fast, unaware of Frans' presence.
About five minutes Alea came back down the stairs with a maroon red handbag, it seemed like Alea would go out without Frans' permission.
Frans decides to sneak behind the TV sideboard to avoid being noticed by Alea, his determination this time will follow where Alea goes.
Frans turned towards the living room looking for the car keys that he had thrown on the sofa. It just so happened that Frans' car was parked in the back garage, so Frans' return was not realized by Alea.
After Alea drove her car out of the gate of Frans' house, Frans immediately followed Alea's car.
"What are you hiding from me Alea?"
Frans said after he started the engine of his car.
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Frans's tiredness did not concern him, because Frans' curiosity was greater than anything.
About a half-hour drive Alea's car was parked in the caffe yard. Alea got down from the car with probing eyes around her steps.
Frans got out of the car, following Alea who started to enter the caffe area.
Hard Frans believes, it turns out Alea came to visit the cafe to meet a man who is quite handsome but his style is a little urgency. The man was wearing a black t-shirt and ripped jeans.
"How are you honey? Long time no see."
Inner Frans grew increasingly jumped when he heard the man calling Alea with a honey call.
The man thrust out his right hand, inviting Alea to shake hands. But Alea paid no heed, he immediately pulled out an empty chair and sat there.
"Don't see me again Bagas!"
Threaten Alea.
Bagas's? Who's Bagas? Alea never told me about the name.
Frans is curious. Now he sat on the cafe, chose a table located in the corner of the cafe, and covered his face with a food menu book that was available at the table.
"Three years have passed Alea. Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Frans immediately pressed the record button on his phone screen. The quiet atmosphere in the cafe did not want Frans to waste it.
Said Alea who looked furious at Bagas. He felt squeezed by Bagas.
"It's not worth the wealth that Frans has Alea."
Bagas again intimidated Alea.
"You want to blackmail me?!"
Alea was getting furious.
"Not blackmailing Alea dear. I'm just demanding what's rightfully mine."
What rights?
Frans is difficult to understand the discussion between Alea and Bagas.
"Already Bagas I am tired of being terrorized continue with you. How much are you asking? You have disappeared from my life."
Bagas only smiled smirk in front of Alea.
"It looks like you've forgotten our plans, baby."
Alea actually remembered very well his initial plan with Bagas. It's just that Alea now feels more comfortable being Frans's mistress.
"Forget Bagas! Let me live with my husband Frans."
Alea got up from her seat, trying to leave Bagas just like that. But Bagas' burly hand immediately pulled Alea's arm.
"Remember our promise Alea, you will leave Frans after successfully controlling all Frans' assets. We'll live together again, baby. Forget Frans, your fake husband."
Bagas increasingly asked Alea to come back with him. Alea was Bagas' lover before Alea had an affair with Frans, she was Alea's lover first.
"That was our plan first Bagas. The reality is that I am really in love with my husband now, let alone that he has legally married me. I'm his wife, no other woman. You better forget about me from today."
"What about Poppy?"
It was Serge Bagas who made Alea a little flutter.
"What if Frans finds out that Poppy is not his flesh and blood? He's my son, my seed was planted first, before you started the crazy thing with your boss."
The words that Bagas spoke deeply struck Alea in the heart, cornering Alea to the point of being unable to speak anymore.
"Are you sure Frans will still love you if he finds out about all this?"
Bagas is getting more and more into Alea. The woman was just pensive, unable to imagine what would happen if Frans found out that Poppy was not her flesh and blood.
"Basic brash! How dare you threaten me."
Alea cursed Bagas, he was unable to chim in Bagas' words anymore. Then Alea rushed to leave Bagas alone at one of the caffe tables.
Frans who had heard the conversation between Bagas and Alea made his hands clench very tightly, like holding a grudge and also deep disappointment.
It turned out that Alea had lied to her so far, releasing Jenny just like that. Ironically Alea had long intended to take control of the entire Wicaksana Saputra family fortune, but Frans was never aware.
Frans' heart was increasingly overwhelmed with guilt towards Jenny, imagined already when she separated from Jenny. While anger was immeasurably drawn towards Alea, Frans also did not want to be careless in acting.
Frans will investigate further if Poppy is actually whose child?
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