One Night Stand With Brother In Law
Chapters. 93 Enemies or Friends

"You can book a hotel right away" replied Farida ketus.

"Mother, let Daddy stay here" Maulana persuaded.

"There's no room."

"I can sleep on the living room sofa," the Emperor quickly cut.

Farida stared intently at the man. "I don't think a sofa chair is worthy of an Emperor" he sneered.

"I just want to be the Emperor in your hearts" the Emperor said.

Farida pursed her lips. "Come on Maulana, we go to bed."

"What about Dad?"

Farida did not reply, only pulling Maulana's hand towards the room.

The emperor himself walked out, ordered his men to go find lodging by themselves and come when called upon only. Afterwards, he headed to the living room sofa. Take off the suit she was wearing and attach it to the top of the chair. He took off his shoes and began to lie down on the sofa. Stare sadly up at the ceiling. Think about everything that has happened in his life.

Slowly he began to close his eyes. Hopefully his life will go better tomorrow.

Farida herself felt uneasy in her room until midnight she could not close her eyes. He got up and picked up a blanket and pillow in the closet. Then walk out with a slack, without wearing sandals.

All the rooms had darkened, it seemed like the Emperor had killed him earlier. He peeked first into the living room, making sure the man was asleep or not.

He saw the man lying on his back. His head was on the couch. After making sure the man was sleeping, Farida walked over. It enveloped the man and placed a pillow on the Emperor's head gently, lest the man wake up.

"Hard-headed!" he said before leaving the place. However, his hand was suddenly pulled by the Emperor so it fell into the man's arms.

They stared at each other before a kiss landed on Farida's lips. Farida fell silent, neither replying nor refusing. It made the Emperor really channel his yearning.

The Emperor stopped the kiss. Swiping Farida's lips wet by their saliva. Farida immediately got up and walked away with her brain still empty and face flushed red, fortunately the dark atmosphere so that the Emperor could not see her.

"Good night, dream me in your sleep" said the man smiling.

Elsewhere, at Samson's house. Hanafi walked into a room that looked more like a bar.

"Please sit down, Mr. Hanafi, Mr. Samson is coming soon" said one of the men with tattoos that spread to cover his body and part of his face.

Hanafi sat down in the bar. The waiter offered a drink. Hanafi rejected it subtly. He looked through the whole room. A modern style house with all doors made of glass that leads directly to the sea. Very beautiful and cold. Comfortable resting house. It's just that this isn't an ordinary person's house. It is the home of the largest drug dealer in Southeast Asia. Many guards were seen going back and forth outside the room. Guard the place from enemy or police attacks.

Not long after, the sound of a car entering the house. The voices of women and men were speaking.

"Let Papa bring Alisa," said Samson.

"Have let her Grandfather take Alisa to the room" Ira said holding Cantika's hand.

Cantika then let Samson bring his son into the house. Looking at the man from behind. The man he recently knew as his real father. It was hard for him to accept this harsh reality, but he had to come to terms with reality. The fact that made him fall to the bottom of the abyss of sadness.

However a sense of disappointment and anger lodged in his chest for the woman. Even he was lazy to call her mother, but she was the only person supporting him at the moment. Give him the courage to rise again.

Cantika's footsteps stopped when she saw her mother scolding her father.

"Why did you call this guy here? He is the one who made me and my son suffer. He helped my enemy to bring me down!" Ira's toilet to Samson.

"Sstss, let me put this granddaughter into her room first, and then we'll talk!" samson was calm. He then went upstairs to bring Alisa to his room.

While Cantika saw the man appointed by his mother seemed to casually respond to everything. He sat on the bar stool while turning the chair around. No matter what Ira says and no fear of her father.

"Who is he, Mom?" whispered Cantika.

"He ... he ...." Ira was confused and confused to answer.

Hanafi got up and walked closer towards these two women. His body was tall and strong. His wavy and slightly long hair that fell covered a part of his face that was not too handsome just looks attractive. Like a gentleman, he also guessed the man in front of him was over thirty-eight years old. Mature man with a myriad of charisma that looks once staring.

Cantika could immediately guess if the man in front of this was very dangerous and she had to stay away from him. Especially when he heard the words of his mother who seemed to know this man well. However, why did his father even look calm seeing this.

Hanafi put his hands together in his chest. "Include my name Hanafi Purba. Maybe you don't know me yet but I already know you."

"He's Airlangga's accomplice," Ira's cut fierce.

Cantika let out a long breath. "Oh, is he a friend of the villain?"'

"To be more precise, I am the foster sister of Farida," Hanafi explained. "Destiny is funny, your mother wanted to kill Farida back then, but she saved me. Then I made her my sister" Hanafi explained politely.

Cantika's widened eyes looked towards her mother, her face instantly paled. She knew her mother was very, very cunning but did not think her mother was so cruel that she was ashamed to call Ira her mother.

Ira looks relaxed. "I'm the first person who wants to make sure you're happy and I'm willing to go to hell so that it can happen."

Cantika is speechless because she does not know the reality of what she has to accept about her mother and her crimes.

Samson was seen entering the room again. Closer towards the three people who were fighting each other in silence.

"You have spoken to each other" said the man, hugging Hanafi.

"You've been waiting a long time?" samson asked Hanafi.

"It hasn't been too long, Om," Hanafi replied smiling.

Ira opened her mouth wide. "Darling, you know if he's my enemy, then why are you?" tanyanya.

"Sometimes enemies are made friends when they need each other."

"What do you mean?"

Samson walked towards the bar, picked up a bottle of Vodka and poured it into two different glasses.