REPLYING TO MY HUSBAND'S MISTRESS
Chapters 182.

 Aisle after aisle they explore, armed with a large flashlight in hand and the courage to uncover what is really behind all these events.

"Here yesterday Peter took Sarah, Pa." Axel pointed to a room whose door was open, but he remembered once yesterday when he left the place that the door had been closed again by one of the officers from the police who helped to arrest Peter.

"What is this place?" murmured Andrew as he set his foot on the dusty floor of the room, the only bright room with yellowish spotlights there. In addition, all other places are left dark without lighting.

 Axel followed the place, a damp room with the smell of soil filled all the places. Shelves lined there seemed to contain old books that looked outdated and very dusty.

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 I don't know where Axel took one of the books, opened it and looked at the contents. A book written in it has faded inedible age. But what caught his attention was a small photo in black and white between the sheets of the book.

"Whose picture is this?" muttered Axel as he stepped over to Andrew who was checking whether there was a wind hole in the place or not.

"Pa," call Axel.

"Yes? Did you find anything, Ax?" asked Andrew while shaking his hand which had just brushed off the cobwebs.

 Axel nodded then pulled out a piece of a photo measuring about 4r that he found in the book sheet.

 Andrew received it with a pounding, then watched carefully the face in the photo.

"This photo ... this ..."

"Well you know the guy in the picture?" guess Axel.

 Andrew glanced at him briefly, then again noticed the foro. With confidence his head moved up and down.

"Yes, Papa knows. This ... photo of Bryan with his parents. The biggest and most famous mobster of his time."

 Axel's forehead looked wrinkled, the scope of his association that had always been around only the children of the orphanage and his customers while still selling fried rice made him less understand what the father meant.

"The mobster? Is that Papa? What kind of businessman is Papa?"

 "Maha." Andrew chuckled, realizing how innocent his son was. "Well, you can say that kind of thing. It's just that the scope of their work is more complex and sometimes out of our reach, even in the case of Bryan's parents they were among those who were even feared by the president."

"What's? Even the president can be scared? How good are they, Pa?" axel began to be interested.

 Andrew mangosteen for a moment while again swinging his legs through the dim room, scanning the surroundings if there is something that can be hypothesized.

"Well, you could say .. is very great and .. very influential ."

 Axel's eyes sparkled in amazement, while juxtaposing his father's steps he continued to ask.

"Then, what else is so special about the mafia, Pa?"

 Andrew stopped, making Axel's footsteps instantly stop.

"Well, Papa can't go into more detail, Ax . Papa ... never interested in the dark world, especially Papa also does not want you to join a group like that."

 "But why is that Papa? Isn't it good to be strong and influential?"

 Andrew shakes. "Don't be fooled by the world, son. Didn't you teach Papa that the world is endless?"

 Sontak Axel nodded, the shadow of the various conveniences that will be obtained and the strict protection of all accomplices if he can become a powerful mafia for a moment makes him forget the nature of the world that has been in his belief.

"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah."

 Axel muttered softly while recovering his mind that had begun to be controlled by demonic whispers.

 "Yes, it's better now that we go back to checking this place out.".

The next room contained an old wooden box that contained nothing, neither Axel nor Andrew wanted to check further. And continuing forward, they found a ladder that led up.

"What's this?" andrew murmured softly, as if talking to himself.

 But Axel who heard it straight away said .

"It looks like this is the stairs leading up, Pa. Let me climb, and let's see where these stairs take us."

 Andrew nodded and stepped out from the front of the stairs, letting Axel climb onto it. Armed with a flashlight Axel head up the stairs with a heart of heart, but strangely the stairs felt slippery and clean, as if it has often been used unlike other parts of the room that almost everything is filled with dust.

Tuk

Tuk

At the end of the stairs, which was about three meters high, the axel stopped staring at a wooden door above which was round circular. A lever seemed to be on his side, it seemed like it was often used because the door also looked as clean as the wooden stairs below.

"Ax! What's up there?" andrew's voice echoed in the dark room, causing Axel to turn his head downward.

"There's a door here, Pa. Try to open it first."

"All right," said Andrew.

 Clamps

 Axel opened the round door easily, indicating the door hinge was still in care and often oiled.

Cretek

 The door opened, Axel pushed stronger and a gust of cold wind hit his face along with the rubble of small earth that also fell as he climbed higher and higher.

 Tap

 Axel's feet finally retraced on the ground, he twisted the surrounding scan body filled with weeds.

"Well, what is this? Why is there a door to come here?" asked Andrew who had apparently been climbing the stairs since then because he was very curious.

"Where is this, Pa?" Axel flicked a little grass in front of him to make it easier to see around.

"Come, but .. I think this place is safe enough for someone to sneak in without anyone looking."

 Axel and Andrew stepped forward, circling the place to find out where they were.

"Pa, look." Axel pointed in one direction where it was a high fence behind the housing complex in place, and a fence that restricted residential land with government land planted with acacia trees.

"Papa had guessed," murmured Andrew with a long sigh, the friction of the ground and grass seemed to imprint on his face and head as he climbed out of the hole earlier.

"What is that, pa?" ask Axel.

"Peter should have easy access to be around this place without being suspected. Because the company that papa entrusts to him is indeed engaged in security services. Everything makes sense now, how can he know the secret room that Papa feels was deliberately built by your in-laws," said Andrew at length.

"Then, actually for Papa my late father-in-law to build that secret room, Pa? There must be something behind it and of course there's a compelling reason why Peter would dare to do all this to our family after he's gone."

 Andrew nodded slowly. "It seems to have something to do with it."

"What does Papa mean?"

"The past feuds that made Peter a victim."