One Night Stand With Brother In Law
Chapters. 74 Scars

While in a luxurious house close to the cliff that leads to the sea, there is a pair of men and women who are in the room.

The woman was sticking powder on her skin, to cover the wrinkles on her face. While the man sat leaning on the bed while smoking a marijuana cigarette in his hand.

His body is full of tattoos. Only the face is not. Her hair is half long. Straight the bottom he cut thin. Usually he would wash it off if traveling.

"It's early in the morning and you're gone, don't want to go with me to eat" Samson said.

Ira stopped her movements, looking at the man from the mirror.

"I have to leave before my husband asks and my son looks for me" Ira said.

"I'm tired of hearing you reason that husband. Why don't you just kill him?" Samson. "So he's been paralyzed useless. Being healthy can only hurt you. But you remain faithful to him. I have been faithful with you all this time."

"It's not that easy, Fadil's treasure is still not in my hands completely. Everything is still ambiguous. Especially since the arrival of the boy, he's been spreading threats and fears."

Samson laughed at Ira's words. "You're afraid of your stepson?"

"You're kidding me, how could I be scared of him. Only, his presence was like a thorn in the flesh."

"Everything I have worked for Cantika will be in vain if she opens it all up, I don't want that to happen" Ira said with an angry face.

The woman turned her body towards Samson. "You have to help me."

"Help to finish off the old man, I will" said the man got up and took his pajamas.

"Not that, I want you to finish off that girl."

"It wasn't that you tried to kill him, but instead the person you told killed him helped him. Funny thing about this world. I know Hanafi's father because we used to be business partners."

"Yes, you who recommended the fool, are now turning away those who attacked me. Funny right, when they've eaten my money."

Samson then held Ira's chin.

"I'll help you but with this note one last time. After that, if you stay together with that disabled man, then I will open everything. I'm tired of all this play."

Ira let go of Samson's hand on his chin.

"After this, I will kill Fadil myself because I am tired and tired of being his nanny. He just screamed and ruled. I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. Only you can always make me smile again."

Ira kissed Samson's hand.

A call came into Ira's phone. The woman signaled that Samson would not make a sound.

"Fade!" Ira said in a whispering voice. He then pressed the green button.

Samson himself chose to leave the room. She is sick of seeing the woman she loves with another man, even if it is her husband.

"Darling, said Cantika you're not at her house?"

"I'm on my way home, wait a minute for me to arrive. It just so happened that the taxi I was riding on leaked tires but just got changed anyway."

"Oh. Okay, I'll wait for you at home,"

After that, Ira turned off the call. He got up and took a breath and walked out of the room. He approached Samson and kissed him on the cheek.

"I go first" Ira said.

Exactly 27 years ago, Samson who was a big drug dealer was caught by the police along with Hanafi's father. Hanafi's rebellious father did not want to be arrested so the police shot him dead on the spot. While he went to prison.

Ira herself is her lover. It's just that after finding out Samson was in prison he turned to marry Fadil. It is not that he is unfaithful that he needs a lot of money so that Samson's fate does not languish in prison. Because those who have money will be able to live in prison. Not a loser there.

He appreciates Ira's sacrifice because of that, even though he is now a big mafia boss, he only wants Ira to accompany him to death.

An hour later Ira was back at her house. Fadil himself was already waiting for him in front of the main door.

"You're here, honey. The air temperature this morning is still cold because it is cloudy, not good for your health. Your knee hurts if the air is like this." Ira seemed very attentive to her husband.

"You're finally home too" said Fadil. "Where have you been?"

"From Cantika's house, it's just that I went from there at dawn because remember you who must have needed me. However, in the middle of the taxiway I was riding his tires leaked."

"Why don't you just take the driver."

"It's still too early to wake up the driver, which is important I survived and returned home right?'' Ira said as she pushed her husband's wheelchair inside.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Where can I eat without you. It feels so bad to eat alone."

Ira smiled, then took her husband to the dining room. He ordered the waiter to bring them breakfast.

"How is Cantika? He must still be shaken after the incident at the Emperor's house."

Ira took her breath. His face looked sad and sad. Fadil looked at the change closely.

"What's wrong? Tell me."

"If you hear it, you'll be sadder."

"Tell me, don't worry me."

Ira put the spoon and knife in her hand onto the plate and lowered her face.

"I'm actually hesitant to say this, but you should know."

"What's that?" Fadil began to feel anxious.

"Your son, apparently came to our daughter in the company and threatened to take everything that should be hers."

"It's so rude of him. Lying to all of us, then destroying the Cantika family, is now asking for his right. Which right! His name has been cut off from our family and it is written dead. He's dead to me, too, so don't tell me he's my son!"

Ira hugged Fadil to calm him down. Behind the man he smiled faintly.

"Relax honey, you don't get emotional just yet. There's a way out."

Fadil then stretched his arms so he could see his wife's face. Ira then rubbed her eyes that were not wet.

"Not that I intend to be rude to you, it's just that Cantika's position is now difficult. Moreover, our daughter-in-law Emperor is now on his side. He automatically has the backing of strong and powerful people. He can do anything to a weak Cantika."

"Just explain it briefly" said Fadil impatiently.

"You made a transfer of wealth to your daughter Cantika. You know he's the only one who can take care of it. He was also a good boy who loved both of us. Not like your other."