The Forbidden Desire of the CEO
Hypocritical woman

Of course as a mother, Erina was not hearty to see her son hurt. During this time, he loved his only son because he could not get pregnant again after experiencing problems in his womb.

During her 25 years as a mother, she devoted her love to her son in a very exaggerated way and always gave whatever Zafer asked for.

In addition, he never forbade his son if he wanted to have fun and all that was regretted when he understood that his son liked to play women and drink hard.

At the same time, Tsamara's voice echoed the words of her in-laws, causing everyone to turn to look at her.

"Don't hurt your son for his innocence. Mr. Zafer is right, it's all my fault."

Just remember Tsamara's words made a mocking smile rise on Zafer's face "Based on a hypocritical woman. You must be acting in defense of me, in order to get support from them, right?"

Tsamara did not care at all about the humiliation of the man who was her husband. He felt sorry to see a father beating his son. He knows that in this world, no one likes to punish offspring.

So, he sensed that the middle-aged man was much more hurt feelings than Zafer.

He could see the middle-aged man who had hit the husband and also the voice of a plea from the woman who begged not to hit her son.

Tsamara did not want to make the atmosphere more heated and chaotic, so it had issued a sound to stop the rudeness of her in-laws.

Adam and Erina turned to look at the figure of her daughter-in-law who was already standing near them.

"Don't defend your husband's bad behavior by enduring the wounds of grief, Tsamara because Papa knows that you're currently injured and acting fine" Adam Dirgantara said with a look of annoyance.

"I'm not defending at all, Mr. Zafer, but I just want to protect Papa's feelings. Isn't Papa deeply hurt at the moment to hurt his own son? If my presence makes you quarrel, I'd better go."

Tsamara felt that his sin was too much and did not want to add any more, so thought that if the quarrel happened there would not be without his presence.

Erina reflexively walked over to her son-in-law who was already crying sobbing with those tears. As a mother, of course, she felt sad to see her daughter-in-law who she considered her own daughter was crying as she pleased.

"Tsamara, don't cry. Forgive us for bringing you into this family."

Erina tightly hugged the body of the son-in-law who looked to be shaking violently due to the crying effect.

Meanwhile, Tsamara now shook her head. "No, Ma. It's not your fault, but it's purely my fault. So don't blame yourself. Please, let me go."

"You must not go to Tsamara because now it is our responsibility" said Adam Dirgantara who had approached his son-in-law.

"I don't want your parents who haven't blamed us for so long because you're like this Zafer's fault. So, you have to stay here. If you leave, Zafer will have to leave because he is your husband."

Suddenly Zafer felt very angry because he was indirectly expelled only because of the woman he considered very insignificant and troublesome.

"Is Papa crazy? He wants to leave, why should I take responsibility for him by getting out of this house? Sucks," Zafer's circus grumbled.

"Geez, I'm really going crazy" Zafer shouted as he ruffled his hair in frustration.

Meanwhile, Tsamara felt very confused because she was not allowed to go by her in-laws, so she did the last way to get her in-laws to leave the grand palace that only brought suffering for her.

He had even sobbed in front of the middle-aged man who was already next to him.

With the position of the fused hands, he began to look up at the face of the middle-aged man who was very surprised by his actions.

"Please, let us go. I can't stay here when Mr. Zafer hates me."

"What are you doing, honey? Don't cry" said Erina, who tried to get her daughter-in-law up.

However, his efforts were only in vain because seeing the answer from the woman wearing the blue hijab immediately shook her head.

"You really think we're nothing? Papa just wants you to be able to bring a favor in this house. Especially to bring kindness to the lost bastard," said Adam Dirgantara who had pointed his index finger at his son.

Not stopping there, he went back to doing the same thing a moment ago in front of the gate. His hands seemed to be fused together and directed a gaze full of supplication.

"So, Papa begs you. Don't leave here. Bring your kindness to my son. Zafer needs a woman like you, don't go. We beg of you."

"Yes, Tsamara. Mama beg you not to leave us." Erina did the same thing her husband did.

For the umpteenth time, Tsamara really felt very surprised and never thought at all that a famous businessman who is a conglomerate had repeatedly pleaded with him.

'Oh my God, what should I do? On the one hand, my husband was very happy I left, but on the other, my in-laws begged me to stay. Why are you faced with this very difficult choice?' inner Tsamara is confused to make a decision.

Tsamara looked pityfully at her in-laws face which looked full of sincerity as she pleaded with him. Even he who felt very bad, was confused to make a decision.

As she was worried, a touch of her in-laws soft fingers landed on her face to remove the clear hairs on her cheeks.

"Tsamara, Mama beg you, don't leave us. Keep being our daughter-in-law, baby, because it would be very sinful if you went and divorced from Zafer."

The middle-aged woman turned to look at her beloved son who seemed to be standing up not far from her.

"Zafer, Mama beg of you. Treat your wife well. Tsamara is your wife, don't hurt her because if you hurt her, it's the same way you hurt Mama. Do you know that? Apologize to your wife!"

Zafer, who had no interest in obeying the orders of the woman who had given birth to him, remained silent and did not move from his place. He was too lazy to even let out his voice.

'Crazy, this woman really has a bad influence on my parents. I had to find a way to make my parents hate him. If I can't get him out of here, I'll get my parents to drive this hypocritical woman away, ' Zafer said in his heart.

To be continued...