One Night Stand With Brother In Law
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What Samson says keeps Ira riveted. He couldn't believe what Samson was doing. Work with the enemy to bring him down.

"What do you mean?" ask Samson.

"It's a man's business" replied Samson casually handing one glass to Ira. Ira herself refused.

"Explain me!" shout Ira.

Samson looked towards Cantika.

"You've been keeping the truth about Cantika a secret to me for decades. I just want my son to come back to me, by any means because I'm his real father."

"Damn! I can't even trust the person I love" Ira's wrath throws a glass in front of her toward a row of liquor bottles in the bar closet. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking.

The servants began to arrive, but Samson stretched out his hand to stop them and told them to leave.

"I love you so much and our son so I'm doing this" Samson replied casually. "It's enough everything I've done for you, it's your turn to obey everything I want. Quite simple. Be a good partner and mother."

"I think you're tired of all these lies too, isn't that right, Cantika?"

Cantika was silent with no expression. He himself did not know what these three people were talking about. Everything felt confusing for him.

"Just finish your business, I'll go to the room and want to rest." Cantika stepped her foot away, but stopped in front of her mother for a moment.

"Mother, don't shout, I don't want Alisa to hear it. He was already quite tired of accepting all this bitterness at his very young age."

Cantika then went upstairs through the elevator.

Hanafi looked at it all while holding his breath. Actually seeing like this she pityes the woman too for being a victim of her mother's selfishness. However, remembering how evil she and her mother were to Farida makes her reluctant to sympathize.

"Why are you doing this?" Ira asked with tears.

"Because as a man I don't want to belong to anyone else."

Ira sat herself in the nearest chair. Crying out.

"Hanafi, forgive this mess. You should have met me at an ordinary place. But it's okay for all this truth to be revealed. I'm sick of constantly living lies and being lied to."

"It's okay Om, I'm glad I could help you this time. I also hope that after this, my sister can live quietly."

Ira glanced sharply at Hanafi.

"I'm just asking in the future my sister doesn't run into any dangerous problems on your part otherwise you know what I can do to you guys."

"Don't threaten me, '' said Samson.

"I'm not threatening to just say what a big brother should do" Hanafi said.

Samson smiled sweetly while still looking fierce. "That is the meaning of a real family. Will do anything as long as his family's fine."

"You're just like your father. Will do whatever the family's happy." Hanafi.

"I think the matter is over here. Thank you for making things easier. In the future, may our relationship remain as good as this."

Hanafi glanced cynically at Ira.

"Originally you can keep this woman from going off the path we agreed upon" Hanafi continued.

Hanafi then reached out to Samson and Samson received the helping hand.

"Stay in your path young man and hopefully you will find your happiness. Marry so you can be happy with your own family."

"I've got my own family and I'm happy to see them smile."

Hanafi walked out of the house to the ninja motorcycle he parked in front of the house. He stopped his steps when he saw a figure standing near the door. Looking towards the man with a bruised face and a cut on the cheek. He just raised both eyebrows and walked back.

Hanafi wears a black leather jacket that is draped over the motorbike. Want to turn the motor key when you see Cantika walking towards him.

"So you're Airlangga's foster brother?"

"I'm Farida's sister" Hanafi said.

"Ish, whatever it's called. Just the same, he's a man-captor."

Hanafi took his breath. "Be careful about talking about my sister, miss. He's just a victim of your selfishness and your mother's!"

"Victim? You certain? He's a monster who ruined my son's life! Tell him I won't let him live happily on my son's cries!"

Hanafi smiled mockingly, then his hand quickly held hard Cantika's chin. "Don't act stupid like your mother, you don't know who you're dealing with if you touch my sister!"

Cantika's face was then violently released.

"Bad you!" Cantika rubbed her sore pointy chin.

"Then get that thought out of your dirty brain. I could have kept your son alive by only knowing Farida as his mother" Hanafi tweeted.

"I'm not afraid of your bullshit because I have a father who will help me."

"Unfortunately I am not a Bagas who is subject to your words nor is the Emperor patient in dealing with your crazy behavior. I am Hanafi who will protect the people I love with all my soul so that I will never be afraid to face the world though. You know why? Because my family is my world, sweet lady."

"My advice, you don't bother with your revengeful intentions, just be happy with your little daughter. Look for a man who can make your evil thoughts clean. Don't be like your mother even if you're her flesh and blood."

Hanafi smiled eeriely and then turned back the key and drove his bike quickly away from the house.

"Br3ngs3k! I'll make sure you and your sister rot on the ground" cried Cantika annoyed as Hanafi passed away.

He turned his body around and was about to re-enter the house when he saw Samson and Ira standing staring at him from the door. Cantika walked past the two without a word.

"I'm going to the room, we need to talk" Ira told Samson before entering the house.

Samson could only push his shoulders.

"The ten years of being in the mafia world didn't make my life a mess, but a few days together with two women made my mind go mad and my heart goin' bad."

"Do you also have a Codet family?" samson asked the man in front of him.

"Nothing, I just lived alone after getting out of jail. They disappeared somewhere" Codet said.

"Don't have a family if you want to live a quiet life, but if you want to be happy then have a family. However, people like you if you have a family only burden them. They will be ashamed to have a dealer's father, ha .. ha. ..," said Samson, laughing loudly and walking into the house.

That's what he felt. The woman he loves is more proud to live with Fadil who incidentally is a rich businessman even though the wealth owned is not more than owned by Samson. His daughter was like that, he would be embarrassed to know his father was an ex-convict and a big city man. To this day, her daughter still gave her distance to get closer. Is he not worthy to be his father? Inner Samson.