My son is mine
Chapter 62

Triya threw a glance at each other with her husband.

Evita looked at the two with a disappointed feeling. He was sure what he was currently thinking about must be what his son's family was experiencing.

"For what? You don't have any dependents, why owe?" cecar Evita with a soft but firm speech.

Triya looked down deeper, she was afraid of being blamed by her husband. What he needs right now is Evita's attitude as it used to be, immediately alert to help without asking much.

"For this time we can't help—" explained Evita weakly.

Triya gasped in disbelief, what she never thought would finally happen, where the words of her mother-in-law like this were what she feared the most.

Evita was getting sad when she saw the look on her face. He chose to behave like that. All the good that he often gives is in fact like the fruit of simalakama.

He had hoped that, with financial help from him, his son's family would be able to save for their future.

In fact, now he must swallow disappointment when his son actually chose to squander the money.

Therefore Evita suddenly had the idea to educate her son to be independent.

I'm sorry, sir.

"I mean mother?" triya answered nervously.

"If you have a debt, pay it. Mother and father can not help this time," replied Evita flat.

"But ma'am, the debt is not much. Triya promised this time to Ma'am, please," whined Triya shamelessly.

Evita shook her head firmly, now she can guess if the son-in-law must have a debt.

"Mom, please, if you need to sell one of the assets of ibu—"

"TRIA!" snapped the wrathful general.

"You owe me, don't involve my parents!" says annoyed.

"But gold, the money from which we pay!" lamented Triya upset.

"Who told you to owe me! Anyway I don't want to know, tomorrow I'll bring your car for sale" break up General firmly.

Evita chose to quietly listen to the debate of the two. There was actually a hint of pity in the heart when he saw the child and his daughter-in-law in this kind of distress.

But until when the two always depend on her life. As much as any of his relics would run out, if they were to always behave like this.

"Mom, just because you're arrears of thirty million, you have to sell my car," Triya still whined again, hoping that the in-laws would come back down.

"Sorry Tri, I really can't help you. Money and assets have been released for the treatment of the father," Evita lie forced.

Triya leaned her body limp, the mother-in-law she hoped could help, in fact had even lost some of her property.

"Then what should we do?" ask her husband.

"Mother rest, tomorrow I'll drive you to the hospital" the general answered his wife's question.

Evita was raised by the General who was also tired of the attitude of his wife.

He blames himself who can never be firm with Triya so that the wife can act arbitrarily. You can even say that you don't respect him as a husband.

"Mas don't sell my car. Car mas aja, the old car mas car," whine Triya.

"It is precisely because the old car is so cheap. I have to sell you Tri's car. Because I want to pay it all off" explained the general.

Triya was sitting down. She could no longer persuade her husband. Though all the efforts that usually can melt the heart of the husband he has done, but all is nil.

In a different place, Fitria herself was still thinking about Sri's words to her.

He still does not understand why Afnan's mother seems to know the behavior of his future son-in-law.

Is there something Sri's mother wants? All I know is that Sri's mother is ambitious.

"Why you?" ask the young man who has the thin sideburn.

"No papa sir. Do I have anything to help you with, sir?" tawar Fitria's.

"This please you hand over to Mr. Afnan yes," Judis asked as she handed the map to her secretary.

Fitria who was given the task to go to Afnan certainly felt happy.

Without asking much more, the blue hijab woman immediately stepped foot to the floor of the room of her future superior.

Fitria knocked with passion. After being invited in by Afnan, he rushed to open the door and approached his superior's desk.

His heart melos when he saw there are photos of the togetherness of Afnan and Salimah and their children.

"What's Fit?" tanya Afnan broke the freezing of Fitria.

"This sir, there is a file from Mr. Judis, he said to ask the father to check," replied Fitria lethargic.

Fitria's eyes were still fixed on the portrait of the family togetherness of his superior.

Afnan who was aware of Fitria's gaze then put the file that he had been holding since.

"I still love Salimah very much" Afnan said suddenly explaining what he was guessing from Fitria's gaze.

Fitria's heart was like a bomb that exploded in shock hearing the sudden confession of her superior.

"Am I wrong to love someone's wife?" his monologue.

Fitria knew maybe the question was for Afnan himself. But for Fitria, such as asserting that no one can shift the position of Salimah in the heart of his superiors.

Although he knew the boss still loved his foster brother, but as much as possible he always dodged and believed that one day the boss would realize his feelings.

"What makes you unable to forget Salimah?" ask Fitria at last.

Afnan took a deep breath, he could not describe his feelings. Love, that's all he had in mind without needing to figure out what the reason was.

"You know? I told people to investigate Salimah. One of the news brought by my man said, if indeed Salimah was married and made a second wife. I don't know why he could think that way" Afnan replied weakly.

Afnan until now did not know that Salimah was divorced. Getting married under his hands certainly makes the spy in his lease feel deadlocked.

Moreover, Salimah and the General closed their marriage and divorce.

"If you know Salimah is someone's wife, why do you keep chasing after her? Even if it's the second wife, Salimah might be happy sir."

Fitria also did not want to be honest with Afnan if his adoptive brother had held the status of widow again. He who is heartbroken chooses to destroy Afnan's hope.

He's really not ready to let Afnan get back to Salimah.

Afnan leaned his body. He didn't deny what Fitria said had a point. But he could not easily forget his love for Salimah.

"Try to open your heart" said Fitria lirih.

Afnan breathed a heavy sigh. "I love Salimah Fit. It's not that easy to forget him—"

"I like you too" cut Fitria boldly.

Maybe his current self-esteem is very down in Afnan's eyes, but he doesn't care. He chose to do Salimah's advice to express his feelings to the boss.

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Tbc