My Son Is My Strength
Your Feet Why?!

"Ohh... so the son of h****m that you were born with was this big?!" Said the mother smiling condescendingly, raising her voice to be heard by the others, looking at Arini and Arumi alternately. The people who were watching them started whispering to each other.

Arumi rounded her eyes, also looking shocked looking at the mother. He only realized that this mother in front of him was a person they knew in the past.

"Rahma's Mother!" Arumi muttered, remembering the six mothers who knew and provoked the other mothers to drive them out of contract.

"Hmmm. You've remembered me, and now it's my turn to remember you." Rahma's mother raised one corner of her lips, smiling cynically. It seems, he got a new toy here, putting aside his busy life earlier.

"If I'm not mistaken.. You're Arumi right? That black, filthy, poor girl isn't it...?!" Rahma's mother said raising her one eyebrow, lowering her, irritating smile never came off. "Ops..now not black, not dirty, and not poor anymore." Said Rahma Mother again, increasingly annoying with her style that pretended to shut up.

"Did you sell your body like your brother did?" He asked in Arumi's ears in an innocent pretentious tone. Arumi scooped the air heavily, then exhaled it violently. His anger began to radiate, he clenched his hands firmly, trying to hold back his anger so as not to be rude to these spicy-mouthed mothers in front of the crowd.

"Hm." Rahma's mother smiled happily at Arumi who was starting to get inflamed because of her words. He turned his head, and looked back at Arini who was calming his son.

"And you...." Show it to Arini. "I remember you so much. You were willing to sell your body for money and pretentious to make halal money by selling cakes disrupted my business!" Said Rahma's mother loudly, people who watch began to sneer at Arini like the incident six years ago. Some are silent, do not sneer, for fear that his mouth will become sharp like a knife that can stab himself.

"His face looks plain, but the real thing is!"

"It's cheap to sell his body for money."

"Yes, cuihh."

Screams of insults and insults were heard filling the floor, Azzam's body trembled with fear, Arini quickly closed his son's ears so as not to hear all the insults and insults.

Arumi's breathing went up and down, again hearing insults and insults for his family. He looked more and more at Rahma's mother who was now smiling widely, then spread his eyes to look at one by one the people who insulted her brother.

"All those insults and insults you deserve....!" Rahma's mother smiled with satisfaction. "Because it's the truth, isn't it?! You are just a cheap woman covered by your innocent face, a cheap woman who is willing to sell her own body for rupiah sheets so as to produce the ha**m child that you carry." Furthermore Rahma's mother continued to throw harsh words at Arini, some of the people who watched nodded in agreement, when they did not know what really happened, and whether their nods were in accordance with reality. Just know to corner and judge people who are being cornered, it is really sad indeed. But that's what's going on on on the first floor of that big company.

Arini lowered her head to hear every hurl of insults and insults that were on her, her heart ached, of course. But not because of the insults or insults that make him feel like that, but because his son who was also dragged by the hurtful words they said. Especially now that his son's body was getting vibrating, and the heart-wrenching little pranks escaped his tiny lips.

"Oh yeah, I was wondering why you could be in such a respectable place." Rahma's mother frowned confused. "Are you looking for another victim? Looking for a man who is less caressed to get the money?!" Rahma's mother's words grew sassy, the whispering people confirmed.

"My advice is to look elsewhere, because this place is very honorable and inappropriate to be stepped on by you and become a playground by your ha**m child!" Rahma's mother was disgusted by looking at Arini and her son.

Arumi's eyes reddened, unable to bear the spicy and immoral mouth of Rahma's mother. He stepped up, intending to teach the immoral spicy mouth a lesson. But just one step, a cold voice full of suppressors as well as emotions halted his steps.

"ENOUGH! Your mouth is disgusting to a middle-aged woman like you!" The cold sound full of suppressors instantly made the atmosphere on the first floor of the company gripping. People lowered their heads in fear at the aura of anger that was ready to pounce on anyone emanated from the male figure of the famous businessman who owned Pratama Group.

Azzam immediately raised his head to hear the voice he knew so well, the voice that he had announced his name since. Arini also raised her head to see the source of the voice, her eyes were red in tears. Her defense collapsed no less hearing her husband's voice. Azzam rebelled wanting to get down from his mother's arms and approach his papa.

Rahma's mother frowned looking around, but didn't care much about it. Because he had to give a lesson first to someone who had dared to snap at him in the midst of this many people.

Rahma's mother turned to look at the figure who had dared to snap at her, and was ready to make her vow of absorption for that person. But what happened, his guts were no less than to meet the person who dared to snap at him. People who are so familiar because of his handsome face always decorate magazines and television shows as the most successful businessman.

"T-mister Bian is the owner of a large and famous company that always appears on television right?" Ask Rahma's mother not to believe her vision. He checked his eyes repeatedly afraid of seeing wrong.

"What dream did I have last night to get a chance to meet directly with this successful entrepreneur. I'm glad I had the chance to introduce my son so I could have a billionaire son-in-law like him." Inner mother Rahma fantasized while giggling, she did not know that Bian was looking at her full of anger wanted to pounce on her.

"Oh... You don't get me wrong with what I said, I just want to teach you a lesson to cheap women and children har--" Rahma's mother just remembered the words that had made her snapped by this successful ruler, but her words were held back not less Azzam shouted towards Bian.

"Papaa...." Azzam tried to run with his legs still sick due to falling on hit by Rahma's mother earlier, approaching his papa with a bulir tears flowing profusely on his cheeks.

"Why are your legs?!" Bian approached Azzam in a hurry, and immediately held his crying son.

"Pa-w." Repeat Rahma's mother what she had just heard, as well as the people who had not left the first floor. Their faces turned pale, cold sweat began to flood their bodies.

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