Married a Friend's Husband Because He Was Fuck
55: Covert Mission

Restu immediately greeted the father-in-law. “Healthy, Sir?” He intended to shake the old man's right hand, but with a strong refusal, he got it.

Mr. Iman pulled his right hand which had been touched by Restu. He looked at the man full of hatred.

“This grandfather is old but not polite!” pissed Devano. He immediately got a sharp look from Mr. Faith.

“Kak Vano, this is Mamah's papa. Mbahs. This is Brother's Mother, her name is Mbah Iman.” Restu tried to give the son understanding.

When Devano continued to respond cynically and was already dislike the sir of Faith, another with the sir of Faith who responded that was full of distrust. The chest of a sir Iman instantly numb as the man's breath was also instantly congested.

“This boy is his son Nita?” Both hands of Mr. Faith were instantly trembling, trying to frame Devano's face. But as fast as lightning, the smooth-skinned white boy instantly brushed him aside in a vicious manner. No less vile, the gaze of the boy that Restu called Big Brother also seemed to be clearly judging him.

“Kakak, you can't do that, not polite. Kan already said, this grandfather mbahnya Brother.” Restu tried to give the son some understanding. Though deep in his heart, he instead said, “Let the Father see how the attitude of the Father to us from what Vano did to Mr.”

“This grandfather is not polite first, Pah.” Devano still dislikes his grandfather.

“Pah, already not taken care of. Already, you guys go in, later there, you guys even get sick!” from the porch of the house, Arnita deliberately shouted. In his right hand, he deliberately carried a chopped knife. “If Juan really still rese, I slashed all three people using chopped knives!” inner Arnita.

Instead of finding Juan, Arnita was immediately stunned because of the figure who was with her husband and son, even the father. Arnita reflexes backwards as clear granules flow from both corners of her eyes. His right leg was almost hit by a chopped knife if Ade did not immediately catch the handle of his knife. Arnita was completely shocked by that fact. Through the smile that he forced to attend, he thanked bi Ade who was so loyal to Restu and his family including him.

There's not a minute, Restu's already next to Arnita. He took Devano down, let him be taken care of by Lukman. Restu ensured Arnita's condition, clutching her tightly to give the woman peace. Because the wound of Mr. Iman has incised a deep trauma for his wife.

“Cock suddenly this sick, well, Mas?” arnita's tears with her eyes are very free.

Restu who initially gave a hard code to Lukman sir to bring Devano in, gradually nodded his head. The son who was so affectionate towards his mother, seemed obviously suspicious. Devano did not want to be separated from the mama, but Mr. Lukman seems to have been reliable to be the boy's handler. Mr. Lukman was able to convince Devano, although not completely.

“Nothing, I'm here. The reason I brought you and Vano here is also, wanting to settle our affairs that have not been spread out in the past. Including the reason I brought your father here, I want to show you how happy we are.” Restu whispered convincingly.

“Come, from now on we have revenge. We take revenge in the most elegant way. We make our happiness a weapon. You know what I mean, right?” restu was still whispering.

Mr. Iman who was a little drenched, still staring in disbelief at the woman who was his son. The present Arnita is much different from the old Arnita. Arnita skin until smooth white like city people who are accustomed to treatment. Including his face that still has makeup or lipstick polish even though thin. Real pretty. Very different from the old Arnita, which is just for school fees let alone beauty treatments, must all scavenge for its own sustenance.

“How are you, Sir?” greet Arnita, really stiff. Restu just ended his decapitation.

Although a bit lazy and already hurt especially until this moment the father did not apologize at all or just ask the news, Arnita still greeted the man's right hand with reverence. Only to the extent of it was because next, he deliberately left in a hurry.

“Masuk Sir. I stayed because I happened to cook for dinner again,” Arnita said as she hurriedly stepped away. Clear details were still flowing from both ends of his eyes, enduring the sudden wrath of the past.

Restu deliberately smiled and made it as warm as possible. “Pangling, yeah, Sir? Five years no see, so similar artists so.” He found the father-in-law who even looked confused. “Arnita has been a successful designer in Jakarta, sir. Until tivi, he. His clothes are selling well and until worn by the artist! Come on in, sir. I'll show you the same photo video.” Restu to embrace the father-in-law. Not to forget, he also asked his driver to ground the motorcycle owned by Mr. Iman.

“I will make, Sita and her mama lost sir Iman. Both also I make sure no one can inherit a dime let them know the taste!” inner Restu. He really would do all that.

“Pak, whose name was Devano. Our first child. Now we again program again, .. please pray, yes.” Restu is still being sweet. He guided the still confused Mr. Faith to sit on the sofa of the family room. The room that of course can be Restu make sure it feels very luxurious for the man.

“Do not sit here, later dirty let alone the body of the Father, wet!” said Mr. Iman sunggan.

Sired. The call was immediately obtained Restu, which is automatic, Mr. Iman already considers him a son-in-law.

A moment later, Restu guided the in-laws to the guest room next to the living room. He quibbled, from now on, how good it would be for Mr. Iman to stay there.

“This is a change of clothes for Father. This is Nita, sir. Nice-good, huh?” Restu deliberately gave a large bag of clothes that Arnita and himself had prepared for Mr. Iman.

Mr. Iman was flabbergasted to see that. “This is really made by Nita?” lirih sir Iman. Because just talking, he was only able to do it softly. Different from the first who always berated Arnita let alone Restu loudly.

“Whose shirt is the same pants, sir. Which underwear equals what belt his hat is, isn't it. Oh yes, Nita also bought the same bag of sandals for Father. It's in the closet here. Because we deliberately prepared this room for Mr.” Restu immediately opened the two-door sturdy wooden wardrobe in front of him. There are already decorated bags and shoes in question. There are blankets, towels, and pillow stock also there.

Mr. Faith until trembling. The man whose head was filled with gray hair was increasingly difficult to believe that the princess he had thrown away and until he scratched from the family card, instead gave him luxury. Though he had not forgotten, a while ago, Sita was so sure, Arnita who suddenly had no news like being swallowed by the earth, had instead become a pellacurr.