REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 15.

"I want all your sales including the cart and you too, please calculate how much it costs."

Adam gasped and laughed, thinking the customer was joking with him.

"Hehe, ah sir could have. How much do you really want, sir? Fried rice? Packed or want to eat here?" re-adam friendly.

 The old man sighed, while Adam put on a fine ear to listen to the orders of his customers who looked like the rich man.

 The man opened his sunglasses and looked at Adam with teary eyes.

"Tu-Mr ...." Adam choked, his voice stuck in the throat. Their gazes locked onto each other as if they were diving into each other's minds.

 Adam's frail body limp helplessly he sat in a chair not far from the old man.

"Do as ordered!" tell the old man to the young man beside him who was standing straight from his place.

"Ready, carry it out, sir."

 The old man's eyes did not turn away from Adam, but now it was clear that the tears colored his brown eyes that looked so similar to Adam.

"Who? Who are you really?" adam's great-grandson was weak.

 The old man smiled bitterly.

*Flas back on

 Rainstorms with lightning struck visiting the city of J, making all residents would prefer to be behind their blankets rather than having to feel the cold and dense rain and strong winds that blew along it.

 But that did not apply to a couple who looked panicked carrying their car, behind them also seemed to motorcade some cars chasing them.

"How is this, Pa? Mama was afraid," said the wife, hugging their infant child with tears in her eyes.

 The people who are now chasing them are their business rivals who feel the presence of the husband's company is a threat that must be destroyed.

"Quiet, Ma. Just pray that this rain will keep them from chasing us. Pray that the Gusti of God will continue to protect us and our son" said the husband, watching his wife calm down. Although now it is not in his end if he also panicked.

 The wife began to pray, while the rain outside seemed to be getting heavier. It is unexpected that a large tree that grows on the roadside began to look good because it was not strong to withstand the exposure of the wind that continues to hit it.

 Seeing this and taking into account the distance with the pursuers, the husband with only capitalized bismillah pressing the gas pedal and sliding straight through the tree that had just fallen.

"Alhamdulillah, "godly after passing through the now completely fallen tree and leaving his pursuers behind.

"Are we still alive, Pa?" ask the wife who just dared to open her eyes after the husband said hamdalah.

"As you can see, Ma."

 The husband pressed the gas pedal again slowly, and the car drove slowly away from the fallen tree of their savior.

 After a few meters away an orphanage sign was seen by the husband, without a second thought he just turned and stopped his car in the courtyard of the orphanage.

"Lho, Pa? What are we doing here? Why don't we go straight home?" ask the confused wife.

 The husband sighed, heavy in taste in his heart. But they are pursued by time. No chance to think too long.

"We have to leave our son for a while, Ma. Business competition is too cruel. Papa's afraid that until they hurt our son, while they have never seen his face it's good that we hide him immediately. And will pick him up again after more conducive conditions."

 The husband shook his head while rubbing his wife's shoulder. "they already know us, it would be very dangerous at this time if our son were still with us. While time ... we secure him first, so as not to be involved in the competition of this cruel business world."

 The wife looked disappointed, but she knew that what her husband said was true. The business empire that both of their parents had built since was still zero, and it can be successful until their grandchildren certainly make many of their competitors envious and will use a variety of ways to seize it.

 It's too risky to tell, but that's how it is.

"Alright, but promise me that we'll get her back as soon as possible" the wife said, wiping away her tears.

"Of course."

 That is, finally the tiny baby aged approximately three months was to be willing to separate from both biological parents for his own safety.

 The owner of the home that had not had children for a long time welcomed him happily, and promised the couple would take care of the handsome baby boy wholeheartedly like their own child.

 And right, as promised by the owner of the parlor. They did take care of the child lovingly like their own. Growing well and lacking nothing. Moreover, the husband and wife still send a monthly ration for her son to make it very very very well managed.

 Until that day comes, the day when the debt does not meet the antidote. The day that the owner of the parlour forgot who the real identity of his son and consciously married him to pay off all the debts of the woman's parents.

*Flash back off.

"What?" adam's eyes were perfectly rounded, even he unconsciously kicked the table so surprised.

 The old man smiled. "Well, all of that is true. And now ... Papa came back to pick you up, my son."

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At Sarah's residence.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Dad?" greet Sarah when she picks up her father's phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, how are you, My sweetie?" sahut Mr. Bryan from a phone call, his voice sounded upset because he had just received news from his men that Sarah managed to carry out her plan smoothly.

"Alhamdulillah, Dad. Sarah good ... How's Momy and Dady?" sarah asked back.

 "Well, this is how we are. Like a couple who are just dating because our only daughter is still not coming home to play" said Mr. Bryan.

 Sarah was laughing. "Ohhh, Dad. Please don't start."

"How is your husband, ah do you mean your future ex-husband Dady?" mr. Bryan's real errata is already very reluctant to consider Bima as his son-in-law. It is quite hurt to hear and see all the behavior of Bima on her daughter that she got from the video footage that hacked her men from CCTV at Sarah's house.

 Sarah smiled as if she knew her father would never see. "Well, Dad. You tau? I almost laughed every time I saw her face."

"If you need help, don't hesitate to tell Dady okay? Dady will always be on standby for you, Honey."

 Sarah was moved to hear his father's words and unconsciously her eyes began to tear back. "Sure, Dad's. Of course ... Just pray your daughter is okay?"

 A moment of silence.

"Oh yeah, Sweetie?" said Mr. Bryan after a split second of silence.

"Yes, Dad? What's up?"

 Mr. Bryan cleared his throat for a moment before continuing his sentence. "Do you remember Uncle Andrew?"