The Boy for the Widow
Widow status

Lyra looked quietly at Sakul, wanting to hear firsthand what the mature man wanted.

Sakul let out a long sigh, "What if you become my second wife, Madam ....? I'll give you all the facilities above Nela, as long as you want to conceive my child ...!" his words suddenly made Lyra break the table because she felt insulted for the umpteenth time.

Sakul who initially seemed relaxed was a little surprised and increasingly curious about the woman who had officially held the status of the young widow.

Lyra stared intently at Sakul, "Don't underestimate me ....! Despite the status of a widow, I would never change my personal happiness to become a second wife. It's polite to talk to a woman, Mr ....!"

Sakul chuckles at Lyra's very funny voice, "Hey .... Madam, if you wish for a handsome man who would be a companion for life, that will never happen. Rather than marry a widow, it's better to marry a girl" he said.

Instantly the insults were heard very clearly from the outside of the Lyra workspace .... Zul very gallantly brushed off Sakul's words that sounded insulting to his future wife.

"I'm going to marry the widow sitting in front of you, Mr ....!" zul firmly, approaching Lyra who was looking at him.

"Zul ....!" lyra whispered a happy smile.

How not, her pride as a woman who was being trampled by a striped-nose man, became even more flattered in the eyes of a young man like Zul.

Zul hugs the slender body of his future wife in front of Sakul who increasingly looks wrong, because he has dared to say it to a woman who is the head of the financial department at this time.

Zul turned to Sakul, "Who are you, Mr ....? What do you need here ....? If you're here to insult a woman, you better leave this room, and never come back here again. I reiterate once, never come to this room ...!" emphatically.

Sakul who thinks Zul is a young man who does not know anything, he just laughs lightly staring at the young man.

"Don't interfere young people ....! Because you don't know what our problem is. You came just to protect your lover. Turns out your taste old leaves ....! Too bad with your age, who should be able to get a younger woman and still be in the seal ....! Just begging to a widow," Sakul laughed grinning as if Zul did not deserve to be Lyra's companion.

Zul smiled sweetly, snapping his finger to let Iqbal into the room carrying two aides at once.

"Om ... clean him up! I'll take Lyra to jail to vouch for my lover's ex-husband. Do everything according to our conversation. 500 Million in cash so that his wife does not languish in prison" explained Zul arrogantly.

Hearing Zul's words, Sakul shuddered in horror. How could he possibly have to cash out 500 million in such a short period of time. Just to cover up his wife's depraved behavior.

Iqbal who is a reliable lawyer, who has a high flight hours, never afraid of the rank and even the position of a Sakul who according to him, only a striped man with the use of official clothes, get him to do his job as per Zul's orders before they arrive at Lyra's office.

Zul takes Lyra by the hand, but before leaving the room, the young man asks Sakul for a signature to drop all charges they placed on Dony Lyra's ex-husband.

"Listen, sir, I appreciate you as a commander. In fact, your attitude does not reflect the personality of a commander. I hope, once you give my lawyer some cash, we'll never meet again. Good day ....!" Zul pulled the newly signed paper Sakul, with a haughty and cold face.

The young man glanced at Lyra, "Relax dear, because his wife who harmed our beloved daughter, he had to pay for all the care Kesy had to pay, if you do not want his wife languished in a prodeo hotel for up to 10 years," he said.

Lyra approached Iqbal, whispering a little just reminding him to close his room, not wanting to be heard by his co-workers.

Iqbal nodded in understanding, he obeyed all the orders Lyra had passed leaving his room with Zul.

Lyra who was a little uncomfortable, because in her room there was a third party without her, send a message to Lela. After all, he was just an employee on the grounds of wanting to pick Kesy up for school.

Lela nodded in understanding, willing to help her best friend as long as she could.

While in the room was still sitting Iqbal and Sakul, accompanied by two aides to witness their conversation.

The debate is long, Sakul's rejection sounds very clear because it is a blackmail for him.

However, Iqbal showed all the evidence he had on Sakul. If brought under the law, then Nela will spend the rest of her life in prison.

Sakul was speechless, his face looked crimson, willing to refuse was impossible. If continued on the demands and resolved kinship, would be burdensome for him as a husband.

Sakul immersed his body in the sofa room Lyra that feels cool, but hot in his body. Massaging his temple occasionally glanced at Iqbal who was busy reading out a peace treaty for both sides.

"Is there anything you will ask again ....? Before we proceed to dilute the funds," Iqbal asserted, offering their agreement, and the pen was inked black.

Sakul rubbed his face many times, his cold sweat coming out, imagining how his assets in the future due to the carelessness of a Nela. A wife who is never grateful and is always rude to her.

"Hm .... Can't I pay in installments ....? Because you know for yourself how a force. I know it was a fatal mistake and it affected my career. Give me time to find the rest. Because my savings are not up to that number, "please Sakul on Iqbal and his two aides.

Of course this is a victory for Iqbal, but reluctant to negotiate, "Sorry Master, I am not selling let alone this is about the safety of the soul of a daughter who is the daughter of my own best friend."

Sakul was silent, staring at the ceiling of the room, thinking hard to avoid the payment.

If time can be turned back, of course he does not want to spend his personal funds just to free Nela. But whatever the power, he prefers to save the good name of his family, for the sake of a career that is skyrocketing.

"Good ... we go to the Bank now ....! But I'll send this money directly to Ms. Lyra's account. It is not the unclear kerekening of the young man," said Sakul gave an order to immediately leave the office of the beautiful woman.

"Ready ....!" replied Iqbal smiling sumringah showing victory.

But Sakul continued to grumble, "I'll take the woman."