Poison of Love Arsenio
Disengage

“Please don't lie to mama, Fabien. Speak honestly. Tell me where your brother is at this time?” insist Anggraini do not want to give up.

“Ma, I told you that Arsen is not here. Why would I lie?” Fabien, who felt unacceptable, immediately switched the voice call to a video call.

After Anggraini received it, Fabien aimed his phone screen at the entire corner of the messy room. Not only that, Fabien also showed other rooms in his luxury apartment which was no less messy. “Mama trust now?” fabien was satisfied.

“Gosh! You're a modern man what a caveman? Why is that so dirty? Can you live in such a chaotic house, Fabien? Nicht zu glauben (hard to believe)!” tegurAnggraini in German. He was half annoyed and did not believe in the attitude and habits of his youngest son. A moment later, Anggraini ended the call, without waiting for a response from Fabien.

For a while, Anggraini was silent in the car. His eyes glared through the windshield of the luxury vehicle he was riding in. The mother of two was shocked when her phone rang. Fabien's name was on the screen. Sighing a long sigh, Anggraini answered the phone call that was addressed to her. “What else, bad boy?” slowly decaknya.

“Have you been looking for Chand's sister's apartment? The last time I heard that Binar stayed there,” explained Fabien who immediately made the spirit of Anggraini grow back.

“Jeez, you're right too. Why not think about me. Thank you, Fabien. You are indeed a smart child,” praise the beautiful woman cheerfully.

“So mama called me a bad boy,” protested Fabien.

“Cut back my words. You smart brat,” reply Anggraini. Again, he disconnected his phone call without saying anything or saying goodbye. After that, Anggraini then patted the private driver on the shoulder. “Live to airport, Sir!” tell him with certainty. In the mind of Anggraini, already imagined a meeting with Arsenio in the apartment owned by Prajna.

A few hours later, Anggraini arrived in Jakarta. From the airport, he headed straight to the apartment belonging to Chand's sister. Anggraini until he could not bring souvenirs, so excited his desire to be able to meet the favorite son.

However, the imagined reality was not as beautiful as the expectations of the middle-aged woman. Many times he knocked on the door until his hands felt sore. But no one opened and welcomed his arrival. He even felt that the apartment was in an uninhabited condition.

Feeling desperate, Anggraini finally returned to the ground floor to meet with the manager of the building.

“Oh, they've moved on, ma'am. Her room key had also been returned to me,” the building guard explained as the graceful woman asked.

“Pi-moving? Move to where?” tanya Anggraini stammered with a look of disbelief.

“Then I don't know, Mom. What is clear, they handed over the key, then left while carrying some big bags,” replied the guard.

“Ya, Lord.” Anggraini sighed slowly. His mind is dead-end. I don't know who he should complain to. One thing is certainly not to Lievin, because the man himself has also forbidden the Anggraini to connect again with Arsenio.

In the aftermath, Chand's figure flashed through his mind. “Ah, yes, Chand!” Anggraini snapped her fingers, then hurriedly left the apartment building earlier. He told his driver to rush to Chand's office.

Anggraini has often come to the office of the handsome widower to discuss many things, and the lack of business problems. So to come to the room of the beautiful widower, Anggraini do not need a convoluted bureaucracy. After greeting the receptionist as necessary, one of Chand's employees escorted the woman to the boss's room on the top floor of the building.

The employee took Anggraini to Chand's private secretary. After that, then the private secretary drove him to the work room of the big boss. “It just so happens that now Mr. Chand's schedule is empty, Mom. For the past few days, he has been crazy about work. Yesterday Mr. Chand walked out of his room at ten o'clock in the evening,” said the secretary.

The secretary responded with a small laugh, then knocked on Chand's door quietly. “Log in,” vote from indoors.

“Please, Bu.” The beautiful secretary opened the door wide while directing the Anggraini to go inside. “Bu Anggraini, Sir,” he told Chand.

The warm smile on the lips of the handsome man instantly disappeared, as the secretary called the name Anggraini, the mother of someone she hated so much. Especially when the woman stood before him. “You?” hiss Chand.

“Nak Chand.” Anggraini immediately advanced while extending a hand. However, Chand seemed not interested in welcoming the helping hand.

“What do you need to come here?” tanyanya cold.

Anggraini's friendly face was now filled with a million question marks. Never once since he knew Chand has the man been so strict and disrespectful to him, as he is today. He had no idea that the man he thought was Arsenio's best friend had nearly shot his own son and daughter-in-law a few days ago.

“Is Chand busy? Did Auntie come at a bad time?” tanya Anggraini hesitated.

Chand did not answer. He just stared intently at the woman who had given birth to Arsenio. For a moment, Chand took a deep breath. However, it is not nice if he spills all hatred on Anggraini, a woman who does not know the depravity of her biological son.

“I'll be out in five minutes. Please sit down,” said the man finally. Chand reached out his hand to Anggraini and directed the woman to sit on the sofa. “What can I help you with?” His tone was not as cold and harsh as before.

“Nak Chand, please tell Auntie where Arsen is. Aunt please,” pinta Anggraini without further ado. The woman even cupped both hands in front of her chest.

Hearing that, Chand was a little stunned. “What's the matter, Aunt?” ask Chand carefully.

“Kata Fabien, Arsen and Binar are now living temporarily in Prajna's apartment. However, when Auntie went there the apartment was empty. The building guard said that they had moved,” Anggraini said.

Chand turned his gaze to the office window for a while, before returning to stare fixedly at Anggraini. “I don't know where they're going, and honestly I don't want to know anymore. I want to decide all things related to Arsenio, including you and Lievin,”.

“Ta-but why ...” The phrase Anggraini seems to float. “A-do it because ... because .. Arsen and Ghea ...” The beautiful woman stammered and seemed powerless to continue her words.

“So, Aunt already know? Good though. I no longer need to pretend. All this time I only maintain a good relationship with om and Aunt who I have considered as my own parents. But now I feel like I can no longer. It's all too painful. Hopefully someday that karma does not come to the offspring of om and Aunt,” concluded Chand. The man then stood up and returned to his desk.

However, he did not want to sit down, but just took his coat while stepping towards the door. “I have an appointment soon, Auntie. I have to go now.” A subtle swipe that Chand threw at Anggraini.

“Nak.” Anggraini eyes glazed. The figure of the dashing man standing in front of him was no one else. He was one of the closest people to the Rainier family. In fact, it was now Chand who stood before him, as if unattainable by the Anggraini. “Tante apologizes for all the behavior of Arsen,” he said later with trembling lips.

Chand was glued to the spot with an indecipherable look in his eyes for a while. “Goodbye, Aunt.” That was all he said before leaving Anggraini.