Mr. Dev (CEO of Seoul)
Mr. Andhito's plan

"Agghtt."

Brakkk

Items that were originally neatly arranged on the workbench now fell scattered on the floor, ceramic flower vases did not escape Dev's anger. The man rubbed his face, pulled his hair back violently, he didn't know what to do now, everything was going so fast, he did not know Alenaa and his parents would do this slick plan and he never anticipated it.

"Damn you Alenaaa." again Dev yelled again while crashing the table, his face reddened by the burning fire that was ready to burn anyone.

"Dev." a familiar voice in Dev's hearing made the man turn to the door of his study that was not closed.

"What are you doing here?" yelling Dev when he saw his papa moving closer to him, it looks very clear his jaw is hardened, it feels like he wants to kill his papa who also contributed to the chaos in the public this morning.

"Papa wants to talk to you, son."

"Speaking? What else for? Everything is very clear. You're a selfish, stubborn man, you haven't changed."

"Papa had to do all this. Papa understands how you feel."

"What do you know about the feeling ha?!" cetus Dev with an unfriendly look, his anger getting out of control, "It's not necessary that I believe in your attitude last night, you're really a chameleon, you managed to fool me with your friendly attitude."

"Dev, listen to papa first."

"What's Pa for?! Everything has happened, nothing needs to be explained, my heart is hurting Pa. Today I'm just going to tell the public about Agya, I want the public to know that Agya is my wife, my woman, the only woman I love in this world. But what happened this morning? Alenaa preceded me, and Papa was the first to support her. I'm really disappointed in Papa."

Dev sighed while gnashing his eyes, trying to flush out the clear liquid that was about to fall from both of his eye sinks. His heart really hurts, so what about Agya? The woman would definitely be much sicker if she learned of the bad news about Alenaa successfully changing her position.

Oh maybe now Agya doesn't know what happened this morning because the woman didn't hold her phone, but what if she sees this bad news through other media?

"Mr Alden threatened Papa, he had CCTV footage of your Mammu's violence against Alenaa while in the hospital."

Glug.

The violence? What violence? Oh my God, Dev remembers it now, he's made another fatal mistake. CCTV footage in front of his Papa's ward was never removed.

"Mr Alden threatened Papa would sue your mother and imprison her if you didn't return to Alenaa. Papa has no other choice, son, if Papa does not comply with Mr. Alden's wishes, your mother will be in prison and Papa will still need Mr. Alden for your election as president."

"Just keep? I don't need that position, Pa, I don't want to be a president if my life is always interrupted! I want to live comfortably with my wife, making her happy with the presence of my children. I want to feel that happiness Pa, but everything is just my imagination, my life is always disturbed because of Papa's selfishness. Why should I pa? Papa still has another child, he's Papa's eldest son. Isn't he the one who should have changed Papa's position?"

"Daven? He's not Papa's biological son, he's the little boy you took from the orphanage."

Jamb.

Dev was stunned, his attention focused towards his papa now.

"Papa raised him lovingly, papa never even differentiated with you. Give him luxurious facilities for his life, but what reply do you receive? He destroyed the Wilantara Group that Papa and your grandfather built with great difficulty. He prefers that woman over Papa. And now? Unashamedly, he accepted your uncle's offer to be president of Wilantara Group." Mr. Andhito smiled slantingly, he was sure Kim and Daven were trying to take over Wilantara Group from his hands.

Dev was silent with his mouth gaping wide, he was very surprised by this truth.

"We have no other choice, son, we have to sacrifice some people I mean Agya to keep you as a presidential candidate and to save your Mammu."

"Is papa crazy? Agya my wife, why should she be the one to be the victim in your dirty politics?!"

"You're still too innocent son." Andhito's master confirmed Dev's suit and patted both of his sons' shoulders.

"Just do what you plan. Everything will go well, you and Agya will live happily after you are appointed president."

"What does papa mean?"

"Meet papa at home after your office work is done. There are so many spies here, no one can be trusted but yourself." said Mr. Andhito back pat Dev on the shoulder before then he left the workspace of his youngest child.

"What is papa planning?"

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A few hours passed, the day looked so dark, some dim light tamara lights had filled the sidewalk to watch the speed of the car that was being driven by Dev at high speed towards his apartment. The man was seen massaging his head with his left hand, his mind was completely muddled, he felt his papa was a heartless man. How could he have made such a bad plan? Tell him to leave Agya even for a while? Doesn't his papa know how crazy Dev would be without his woman. Does his father not know if he can not be far from Agya even for a second? And now, his father told him to leave Agya and forbade him from meeting for the next few months until he was appointed president of Wilantara Group.

"Shit." Dev hits his driver and pulls the car over on the side of the road. What other hard trials is he facing now? He and Agya have just felt real love but they have to separate due to circumstances.

Really Dev can not do anything, his body as if paralyzed even his brain that he feels does not function properly. He's running out of ideas to solve this problem, and maybe he'll follow his papa plan? I don't know, he doesn't want to think about that right now.

Dev drives his car back, he wants to go home and hug his wife all night. What is that woman doing now? Has he seen the trending news today? Was she crying on the bed with her body covered in blankets from seeing the bad news?

"Find out about the CCTV footage that is in Mr. Alden's hands" Dev said as his phone call was connected to a secretarial Kim.

"CCTV recordings?"

"Yes, CCTV footage of my mom strangling Alenaa in the hospital a while ago."

"I deleted it that day, sir."

"Damn it, did anyone take the CCTV footage before I deleted it?" inner secretary Kim.

"Okay, my master will find out the CCTV footage."

"What about Agya? Did you drive him home well? Has he seen the news about me today?"

"I think Miss Agya already knows sir, she seemed silent all the way as I drove her home."

"Shitt. Are you sure secretary Kim? What does my wife do now?

"Remain sir. Um, Miss Agya hasn't been out of the room since morning" secretary Kim said, watching the computer showing CCTV footage in front of her master's room.

"Not out of the room?"

Tut. tut's..

Dev immediately disconnected his phone, very excited he came out of his car that had been parked in the basement since a few minutes ago.

Upon arrival in the elevator, Dev immediately presses the 22 button to arrive at his apartment unit. His heart was pounding, he was afraid to find Agya crying in there, really he could not bear to see Agya crying again because of it. Or the woman may have fallen unconscious from a day of crying? Nah! Dev removes his bad thoughts, he immediately steps into his apartment when the elevator door connected directly to his apartment opens. The elevator was rarely used other than in an emergency.

Dev was about to step towards his room but the noise coming from the kitchen distracted the man.

"Dear you've come home." Dev was fixated, his face looked dumbfounded. His wife greeted him with a cheerful face? It's beyond a doubt.

"Ehm, as you can see" he said smiling, before he put his coat on the dinner table and walked up to Agya and clasped his little wife's body tightly.

"Are you sad or angry?"

"angry? What's for?"

"You must have seen the news about me today."

"Eum yeah, I've seen it."

"And you're not angry?" Agya shook her head, "I have no right to be angry, I trust you Dev. I'm sure all this happened outside of your plan, I just couldn't stop thinking about Alenaa's cunning attitude and her antics."

"You saw fot-."

"Yes, I've seen it. He kissed your lips, I'm actually very jealous." Agya's face immediately flexed, her hands movingly rubbed her husband's thin lips.

"I've cleaned my lips."

"You sure? I don't think it's entirely clean yet." Agya again rubbed Dev's lips before then he tiptoed and buried his lips on Dev's lips. * her husband's lips so possessively, erasing the imprint of that shameless woman's kiss.

While Dev, he looks surprised by the sudden attack Agya gives him. However, he let his lips be crushed by his wife. Oh how adorable this little lady is, she turned into a starving fox from burning flames of jealousy.

"Agyaa. Your cooking."

"Gosh my god." Agya took off her lip link, now the scorching aroma sourced from the stove was gushing in her sense of smell.

"Ahhh, hirst. All this because of you, if only you hadn't teased me." the grunts immediately turned off the stove and stared at the seaweed soup which was already very dry and blackened.

"So I was wrong?" Dev smiled faintly as he walked closer to Agya and hugged his wife from behind. He pecked the niche of his neck and buried his head there.

"I love you." he murmured softly.

"Yes, I know. But those words will not fill us. I made your favorite seaweed soup, but it's so charred like this." Agya turned her body, now they were facing each other.

"Why are you sad hm? We'll order food from outside. You don't have to spend a lot of time cooking like this, you just have to spend all your time on me." After saying that sentence, Dev was instantly speechless, suddenly his chest felt tight, recalling his papa plan.

"Ehm, okay. I don't mind, I'll spend all my time on you." said Agya curling a smile on his lips, a smile that made Dev even more claustrophobic.

"I want to hug you again."

"Come here." Agya spread out her arms again and welcomed Dev into her arms. She knew her husband was facing a very big problem, giving him a warm hug like this might be able to calm him down. Hope so.

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