Not my Choice Husband
85. Regrets always come at the end
After traveling for about twenty-five minutes, finally the car that was boarded by Arka and Nira has arrived at the destination.
"Arka, wait!" prevent Nira when Arka wants to get out of the car. "Why are we here?" tanya Nira was confused.
Arka sits down and convinces Nira first. "You'll see." Arka explained, then came out and opened the door for Nira.
"But,,,"
"There's no buts. Comeondown!" Arka stretched out her hand and Nira grabbed it.
"I'm afraid." whined Nira who did not want to be invited in by Arka.
"Why should I be afraid? Trust me!" Arka convinces Nira and invites her to enter.
They are currently in a police station. Which makes Nira not calm, why did Arka take her to this place? Wh-wh-what for?
She thought her husband would take her somewhere romantic, eat together. It turns out the estimate went far. All they came to was the police station. And said Arka, will show an interesting totontan. Interesting from where? That's what's in Nira's head right now.
"Master, Miss." said Rey to welcome her master.
"Why are you here?" nira asked confused, why her husband's assistant was also here. Rey replied with a smile.
Rey first went to the police station with Ferdi to make a report related to the defamation of Arka Wiratama conducted by Miranda Olivia. After getting reports and evidence, the police immediately secured Mira.
Rey walks first and is followed by Arka and Nira. Rey whispered something to the police.
No matter how long it appears a woman who is very familiar Nira, wearing clothes that say 'prisoner'. They had just met this morning, but why was her brother already at the police station. More precisely behind bars. When he met her a few hours ago, she looked beautiful. But now, it looks alarming.
Mira was still standing, her eyes staring dislike at Nira who had thrown her into prison. That's what Mira thought. "Why see me like that? You satisfied now?" mira exclaimed in her high voice, as if blaming Nira for her current state.
"Get me talk!" arka's jolt that did not accept when his wife was yelled at, made Mira smile cynically.
"If you knew like this, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you, Nira! So you don't take away all my happiness!" Mira screams hysterically.
"Before that happens, I'll make sure you rot in jail!" reply Arka no less fierce. "Don't try to throw all the blame at Nira. Look at yourself!"
Mira then sat down on the chair while looking intently at Nira who was standing beside Arka while hugging the man's arm tightly.
"I'll wait outside." whispered Nira in Arka's ear. However, Nira was unable to see her brother languishing in prison, let alone see his brother's current appearance. Even though her brother was evil to her, but there was still a brotherly bond in it. In addition, how did papa and his mother know later. Hopefully his brother can change for the better, that is his hope.
After giving his wife permission, Arka sat opposite Mira only the table became a barrier between the two. "That's why you dared to look for trouble with me! You engineered the video, as if I were in it. You think I can fool you?" urge Arka. "Now, feel the consequences of what you do. I used to choose silence. But now you've gone too far." said Arka.
Mira just kept quiet with her head down. Maybe he was wrong to have been looking for trouble with Arka which would lead to him languishing in prison. Arka is not like the man she was with. It is stupid and easy to be deceived.
"I hope you'll retract your report. After all, I am the biological mother of Geo." lirih Mira, do not dare to meet face to face with Arka. That was the only hope, begging Arka to retract her report.
"Don't dream, Livia! I'm not like Nira who has a soft heart. Now, it's time for you to reap the fruits of what you've planted." Arka asserted and stood up leaving Mira who was unknowingly shedding tears.
Regretted? Maybe that's how Mira feels now. Storing deep hatred and resentment towards his sister just because of the envy in his heart. And as behind, now he is the one who gets the karma of all his own deeds.