Not the Perfect Wife
98. S2 - Emran's Anger.
"What do you mean he's a rich man's mistress?" the voice of a man who had just arrived made everyone turn to look at him.
"Sister," murmured Afrin. The one who came was Aydin. He delivered Afrin's food that was carried away by him. He wanted to give it to his sister. However, he was surprised to see what happened to the girl.
Aydin could not take their treatment of his sister for granted. In the family, nothing makes her sad let alone cry, but at school. Everyone was defaming and hurting him.
"Quick, say it again! What are you accusing my sister of?" aydin asked with a shout, he was furious at all of them.
"He is now a mistress of a rich man" Livy replied arrogantly.
"What makes you accuse him of being a rich man's mistress?"
"We all have proof." Livy opens the cell phone gallery and hands it to Aydin.
Aydin who saw it was surprised. It turned out that all this time they had been slandering his sister, just because of a photo. Aydin returned the phone to Livy.
The man immediately grabbed his own phone in his pocket and immediately searched for Emran's number. The call is connected and a voice is heard across.
"Hello."
"Hello, Pa ... Papa has to get to Afrin's school, now."
"Why should Papa go there? What's up?"
"Papa just come here, hurry!" Without waiting for an answer from Emran, Aydin immediately decided on a call.
"I'm surprised by all of you. Just because of a photograph, you consider my sister a mistress of a rich man and you, Father, Mother Teacher. How do you educate your students, so they can't keep their mouths."
"It's true, right? Just look, he got out of a fancy car, he looks like a freaked out man. She must be afraid that everyone knows that she's actually a rich man's mistress" Livy said in self-defense.
"You are free to go to school, in an elite school, but your mouth does not reflect the joy of exemplary students at all" Aydin said.
"Why can you be so sure that your sister is not a rich man's mistress? But there is evidence" asked Livy.
"You'll see, wait. Maybe in about 15 minutes, the owner of the car in the photo will come."
"Sir ...," interrupted Afrin.
"Why? It's time everyone knew who you were, so they wouldn't look you in the eye."
All the disciples there whispered to each other about Afrin. However, the girl just quietly lowered her head beside her brother. Not long after a car entered the school yard. True as Aydin said, the car was indeed the same as in the photo on the cell phone of all students of the school.
"True, that's the car in the photo!" yell out a student.
"Yes, right!" other students' advice.
Emran and Yasna get out of the car and approach their two children. Afrin immediately hugged her mother. He was crying in the arms of the woman. Guilt and shame become one. He didn't know what to say to his parents.
"Mafin Afrin, Mother. Sorry ...."
"Well, do you know? Yesterday papa was dropping off Afrin. There's someone who took a picture of Afrin getting out of the car and they're spreading the news if he's a rich man's mistress" Aydin said without answering Yasna's questions.
Emran and Yasna were both shocked. How could they think ill of her daughter and who would have spread such slander.
Emran walked in front of the teachers and students. "I'm sorry, Mother Teacher and all the students here. I am the Father of Afrin, you have slandered my son into the mistress of a rich man. I can even give him more than what he can get from a rich man so, please take care of your mouth, don't just talk. Just because a girl got off a fancy car, you guys made fake news in the past, what kind of future do you expect?"
Everyone was shocked to hear that Emran was Afrin's parent. Including his three best friends. They knew who the man was because Emran was also one of the biggest funders at the school. All the teachers were uneasy, they were afraid that Emran would withdraw his donation and worse the man would do something to the school.
"Pardon us, sir, who cannot properly educate the disciples here. We don't know if Afrin is Mr Emran's daughter" said a male teacher.
"Even though she's not my daughter, is it appropriate for you to treat a girl like that? You better learn how to respect others. All of you should apologize immediately otherwise, I will flatten this school." Emran is not just bluffing. He would actually do it because they had already deeply hurt his heart and his entire family.
"I'm sorry Mr. Emran. I am the principal of this school. Representing the teachers and all the students apologized to Mr. Emran and his family especially to Afrin. We didn't mean to do that. I myself just heard this news this morning and saw all the students were already on the school grounds with banners," the headmaster said.
"Does anyone know who's been spreading photos and slandering my son?" emran asked with a look towards all the disciples there.
"I know, Pa," said Aydin.
"Who?" emran asked, he looked towards his son with a frown.
"Livy Bagaskara, if I'm not mistaken, is Anton Bagaskara's daughter. Right, right?" ask Aydin while reading the name tag on Livy's shirt.
"Anton Bagaskara, the owner of a fast food restaurant?"
Aydin nodded with a sinister gaze towards Livy. The girl looked fearfully at Emran. She was sure that something would happen to her papa later, considering who the person in front of her was right now.
"You don't know, how do I play around with your family? We'll see" said Emran.
"Don't, Om. I didn't mean it that way. Please don't disturb my family, they built that restaurant with great difficulty." Livy switched to Afrin. "Afrin, please tell your father not to do anything to my papa's restaurant. The restaurant was the pride of my father. I don't want anything to happen to my dad and his restaurant. I beg you, Frin." Livy pleads with Afrin, who is still in Yasna's arms.
Yasna heard him ride on the apoplexy. He took off Afrin's embrace and said in a high tone. "How dare you beg my son! You have defamed him and now you want to apologize. You know, for these three days he was always sad, he locked himself in his room. I tried to ask him, but he tried to cover up your rot and now you can easily beg, without apologizing to him. Where is your conscience? Are you a woman too? How would you feel if you were slandered?"
Yasna has never been this angry with anyone. This time he was very angry, eager for him to spill his mistakes, but he knew this was just juvenile delinquency.
Emran and Aydin looked at each other. Just this time they saw Yasna so angry. Out of her entire family, she has more patience.
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