Regrets Come Too Late
Hidden messages

One week has passed, during which time the communication between Wilmar and Valerie is back as it was at the beginning of their marriage, Wilmar only contacts Valerie if it's time for baby Jenno to sleep and shower while Valerie does the same.

This morning as usual Wilmar accompanied his baby who was bathing in a mini bathtub that was installed in his room, all went as usual without a conversation between the two people.

Again the call was interrupted when baby Jenno was asleep in Valerie's arms, Wilmar pulled her hair back, she ruffled her hair, the sound of falling objects was heard there, paper was scattering on the floor filled with broken glass.

Wilmar walked out of the room without caring for the gaze of her subordinates who were staring at her astonished self, unusual face of their superiors was creepy like that, no matter what, this is the first time they see anger from the owner of the company they work for, even yesterday when he caught one of the managers who embezzled funds that led to languishing in the prison, their boss still looked calm despite the furious glint emanating on his face.

But this time ....

There may be something worse than this ....

But what is possible ....

Their whispers came to a halt as someone who was the right hand of the company owner cleared his throat behind them, everyone who had just gathered dispersed themselves, he said, some of them pretend to be busy with their work.

Fattah who did not know anything frowned, with the mannerisms of the employees there, he pointed at someone to get closer, her firm voice made the woman with the blue hijab look down afraid of her but the woman still approached her still with her head bowed.

"What's going on?"

"Sa-I don't know sir" she replied stammered as she was indeed completely ignorant of what was happening, indeed, earlier he was checking reports when the entire floor was excited by Wilmar who came out in shabby clothes and looked ferocious.

Fattah who did not want to waste his time passed from there to the wilmar private room, he opened his door and went inside.

"Twelve..."

Fattah rounded his eyes when he saw his foster brother's workspace like a broken ship, all scattering on the floor, all scattering on the floor, even the file that will be made into presentation material in half an hour is also wet.

She massaged the base of her nose looking at it all, she contacted someone to clean the room which was very unfit to call the office room.

Fattah who wanted to get out of there reached into his pants pocket when his phone rang, the number of one of his men was listed there.

"What's wrong?

"Where?"

"Don't let him get out of there, I'll be there soon!"

Fattah ran out of Wilmar's room, which was on his mind only Wilmar until he bumped into someone so frantic of his.

"Bright...."

Bruuks...

"I'm sorry I'm in a hurry, you're fine"

"Yes sir is fine, next time be careful"

Fattah who heard his nod, he immediately went to the place where Wilmar was, he drove his car without a second thought, the sound of the car horn was not he ignored, several times he also broke through a red light until he was chased by police who were on guard.

Feeling followed by a police vehicle, he contacted someone again to help him escape from the pursuit of the Scout clothes officer.

The car he was driving was parked carelessly in one of the fitness training places, Fattah came out of there greeted by his men who were in charge of guarding Wilmar.

He ran inside after finding out where Wilmar was, he approached Wilmar who was already full of sweat all over his body, some of his men were seen falling on the floor after fighting with Wilmar.

"Sister..."

"Go Fattah, before I crush your bones"

Ting.

"Sir this .... !"