That Other Woman, My Mother
WIMPS 15

Nayra smiled when she heard the words of the workshop employee, three days after the search.

Counted already three days Aldo did not dare to appear in the workshop because the workshop officials said that sometimes there were still police who came.

"Go back to work .. Today the work seems to be overwhelming. Thank you for all your cooperation." Nayra let them disperse, and let herself do the work.

Nayra's breath is wasted slowly. The pain was still lodged, although he realized it was very unnecessary. Parasites like them deserve to be thrown away.

Nayra had just returned from the hospital and had no time to rest at all. His body was tired, but in any case, this workshop started from zero to what it is today. There was Aldo's interference, but Nayra himself felt that Aldo was just overseeing his operations. The capital remains his in full. Profit goes entirely into Aldo's pocket, and Nayra does not bother or inquire at all.

"I need a staff like that." Nayra's hands massaged her shoulders, then broke her head to the right and left to reduce fatigue.

Just as he dropped his body on the chair, someone came and greeted Nayra.

"Nay .. good morning." The gray-haired man reached out with a smile, making Nayra immediately stand back and put on a cheerful face. "Not seen for a long time, yeah."

Nayra slightly forgot who she was, but still she welcomed her warmly. "Please sit down, Sir .. sorry, I forgot a little bit or—"

"Last met when you were in High School, when your late Papa was alive." The man is menukas. "It's only natural that you forget, I don't live here, and every time you visit me, your mother never takes you with her."

Nayra tried to remember, it's been 13 years since High School, right? He did not find a single memory related to this man.

The man chuckled, putting his heavy leather bag onto Nayra's desk. He doesn't seem to want any more riddles. "I heard you're getting married, Nay .. so I'm here to deliver the message of your late Papa and birth mother, Arya and Nastiti."

Nayra's eyes widened, her eyebrows rising spontaneously. "Faith?"

"Yes ... I am old and want to retire. You're getting married now ...." The man took out a map and thrust forward Nayra. "This is your entire inheritance after it was used for your educational purposes."

Nayra was a little surprised. "The "heritage? But...?"

"I contacted Ms. Meriana a few days ago, but got no answer. Usually, I discuss with him if I want to make a decision about you. A few months ago, your deposit was liquid, and it was taken by Ms. Meriana, she said to pay your wedding vendor Aldo. Even Aldo came there at that time— said you were busy." The man explained, making Nayra completely shocked.

"So it's only natural, I'm giving up your rights now. It's all written here, and you can ask anything you don't understand" he added.

Nayra trembled to open the map. Papa's handwriting instantly filled Nayra's dewy eyes. As if she was hearing her Papa speak, Nayra was silent with regular eye movements.

He threw out his heavy, tense breath a few minutes later, then looked up at the man who was none other than Arya's confidant lawyer.

"So I inherited my Papa's inheritance this much? But Mama said, Papa's legacy is up for the cost of treatment Mama and Papa, until Mama Ana works so I can go to college." Nayra tried to clarify things. He was certain that this lawyer named Syahali Tahir was on his side.

"It's completely untrue, Nayra ... Ms. Meriana works for herself. He also got a share of the legacy he has managed since the month of the departure of Mr. Arya. I handed it in directly. And for your school until you work, it is borne entirely by Mr. Arya and we leave it to Ms. Meriana as your guardian." This is like a robot. He does not accuse, does not defend, is impartial, just straight according to the work procedures he has pegged. Nayra concluded herself eventually.

"I'll call my officer first." Tahir stood up and contacted his employees without hesitation.

Nayra tapped on the table with her finger. In her heart she recalled how much Ana had been suppressing her all this time. Life is frugal, hard work, but he is rich without having to run around looking for additional work to pay for home installments, cars, and costs Mama Ana who always pretends to be exhausted every time she goes home.

You mean tired of making love to her stepboy lover, is that it? Nayra snorted cynically.

Nayra had worked in three places before receiving specialist education at Ana's insistence. Nayra banged her bones to repay Ana's kindness, which she thought was the heart of an angel. Even Nayra cheerfully gave monthly money to Ana. Giving jewelry on birthdays and more, as if the world given will not be enough to avenge Ana's glory.

But, the reality wasn't like that, and Nayra was furious now.

Tahir returned to the table after a few minutes of contacting his employees.

"I sent to your email, yes .. check well, yes. And I hope, the matter of you and Ms. Meriana is over soon. She's a good woman, it's just that she's not very good at managing finances." Tahir smiled warmly. His hand was immediately active on his smartphone screen and before long he hinted that he had finished sending.

"Thank you, yes, sir for the information. I will learn everything first. If anything is awkward or I don't understand, I'll discuss it with you." Nayra replied that smile was no less sweet. Tahir can't know where Ana is for now. He's not safe until all the milliknya back in hand.

"From now on, you call me directly, yes, Mr ... My mother is in her hometown. Visiting a grieving relative." Nayra. Tahir still did not know Ana's rot, so he did not want to take the slightest risk.

"Well, Nay .. I won't bother your Mama just because of this problem, which she herself knew a long time ago, even she proposed."

Tahir smiled as Nayra let out a smile that was actually full of annoyance. But Tahir misunderstood.

"Oh, so that's your plan, Ana? You're bothering Aldo so I don't get married and this legacy you can enjoy alone. Sneaky of you, Ana!" inner Nayra while clenching her hands.

Nayra could no longer contain the anger after Tahir's departure. He squeezed the paper in front of him, until it was formless. "Take a look at you, Ana!"

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Sorry, new update ya🙏 hopefully can catch up with the update after Om Nuga🙏 has not been mentioned because not yet contract🤭 hopefully can be as soon as the contract and speed pretty🤭

Abis this is Om Nuga again. Who does not know Om Nuga si Dukol, kepoin Married Hot Duda by Misshel only on Noveltoon 😍😍😍

Wwkkw, even the next promo🤭 that Granny Ana wants to get mental, staytune tomorrow yes, hopefully can be started2 days🙏

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