Loosely Paid, CEO Beautiful
Mastermind

Amman is now lying weakly in the hospital, no one accompanying him but Vera. Yes, the woman was just told by one of the maids who worked at Amman's house. When he tried to call the man's number, to talk about his desire to stop working.

Vera could not figure out why this shaking could happen, in a housing complex that was even heavily guarded for 24 hours.

Indeed, this housing complex is so vast, there are many houses abandoned by their owners. Because the owner has a lot of duty outside the city, or has a house elsewhere.

Even the homes of Amman's right and left neighbors, none of them inhabited. Across his house is just a wall that stands solidly along the territory.

Because he chose to buy in the edge block, which only has one line. Not like the houses on the other block. Until when there was a fight and the gouging, practically no one saw.

But is it true that everyone can easily access the place?. The answer is no, but yes too. Because someone allowed him to come in.

Who else if not Rachel. When the security of the housing gate tells if anyone wants to come, Rachel asks who the person is. Security said her name and Rachel agreed.

Not without reason, all done because Rachel knows Amman's past affairs with Citra. And again she already knew if Vera was currently pregnant with her husband's child.

He also wanted Amman dead, before the old man could leave anything to all his children. Including the child now conceived Vera.

Rachel was the one who busied the helpers, so as not to concentrate towards the front. Until when Amman arrived, no one opened the gate. Then Aston came.

While Aaron himself has friends who also live in the housing complex, so he is easier to reason on security. And again he had made a pact with his friend to meet, so Aaron took advantage of the opportunity.

***

"Lo don't visit your men?" ask one of Rachel's friends. They are now somewhere relaxing.

"Make what?" Rachel asked back in a cold tone

His friend sighed, not knowing what else to say.

"I used to think he loved me. So far, he is willing to leave his wife and son alone. But it turns out he was just benefiting me, because at that time I had many useful relationships for him."

"And in the end I also use him for the benefit of social status, property and money. I was young and still enjoying it all. But now that I'm old, I'm tired of him. And what disgusts me the most is that he cheated on me behind my back. Until she got pregnant."

"But you know that she also has children other than Amanda. That Rani-Rani."

Rachel nodded.

"At least it happened before she met me, but this Vera is her new affair. Maybe a year or two ago. And now I know that she has another child, from the woman she loved in the past."

His friend looked at Rachel.

"She's depraved, but at least she's got a child. I have nothing, so I want him dead. Because I know he hasn't bequeathed anything, hasn't written a single will for his children. Even if I don't have children, I can't be poor. I don't want to get old and die alone in a rickety hut. I want to lie on a treasure and a soft bed. Because I have nothing, I have no children to help me. In my last moments."

Rachel gave up her gaze as far as possible, despite her limited vision due to aging.

***

A few days before this.

Rachel follows Amman, who goes somewhere. She tried to send a short message to Amman and asked him where her husband was.

Amman said he was in a region. But it is not the place where he is now, even though Rachel is near him. Rachel followed her husband's steps.

Amman managed to block the arm of Vera who was passing, Vera himself was very surprised by the presence of Amman.

"Take me off" said Vera trying to rebel.

"What's the connection between you and Ryan?. You're her whore now?. Huh uh?"

Amman showered the pregnant woman with a question that pitched quite rough.

"Enough!. Don't ever snap at me again!. I can't stand all this, let me and this kid calm down."

"This is my son." said Amman.

"This is my son too."

From behind the hideout, Rachel shut her mouth in shock. It turns out that his suspicions have been true all along. Amman continues to fight with Vera.

Rachel was disappointed, she felt so devastated. Because he himself could not give a child to Amman. Plus a few days after that, he heard the news about Amman who had another child. With the woman he loved in the past.

Rachel learned of this from her confidant, who had spied on Amman many times.

Rachel was getting crushed, even she shed tears. Without realizing if what he felt this, is the fruit of the results of his actions that once hurt the legitimate wife of Amman, the mother of Amanda.

Sooner or later, consciously or not. Karma will come.

***

"Amanda, you've been horrified, haven't you?"

The arcs burst into the penthouse, shortly after he got home from work. He had just heard about Amman from Vera.

"Yes, I'm a koq" Amanda said as she prepared a meal for her and her husband. The woman had also just returned home from the office, moments before Arka arrived.

"You going there?" ask Arka later.

"No idea, Ka. Do what."

Amanda was still busy putting food on the dining table and began to arrange dishes, spoons, and glasses.

"You yourself said it first. As bad as parents are, it's still our parents. We can't hate too much."

"I don't hate him too much. I just feel like there's no point in me going there. You see for yourself every time you see him, he always looks for us because we fight. I'm tired, Ka. Tired of fighting with my own parents."

Amanda shifts the chair, so does Arka. She poured cold water into a glass and gave it to her husband.

"Try you to come, just once. If he fights, don't answer. You just live, the important thing is that you carry out your duties as a child. Show that you are not a child who abandoned parents, wrong parents themselves if you do not want to be taken care of."

Amanda sighed and then nodded.

"Yes, I'll be there." he said later.

Arka smilingly looked at his wife, while the one being stared at was silent. The woman then took a glass of water and drank it several times.