The Handsome CEO's Revenge
Chapters 11. Silence does not mean stupid!
Raka struggled with the many reports. His phone rings again. Seeing who was contacting, he only glanced at a glance with his flat look.
"Lunch?"
The newly-appeared woman's warm smile distracts her mind from the caller. Sighs. Raka got up from her big chair. Towards the sofa in the middle of the room pulled a suit draped on the head of the sofa.
"Where do you eat?"
"What do you want to eat?"
"Pasta?"
"Maybe, after that I'd like to go straight to Miss Colton's. You go there, too, right? This inget is Sisil's birthday,"
He took his breath back. "Thank you for ingetin." Raka stretched out her hand and stroked the woman's hair.
Raka's company was under Isak's Levi's company. But they are still on the same line.
Along the corridor many servants saluted Raka. Padma walks next to Raka. They're the idol couple in this company.
Very harmonious. Beautiful and handsome. Smart, smart, complementary to each other, the employees wait for this idol to continue to the next level.
"So what about Isak's parents who caught us?" Padma pulled the sealbelt.
"They won't pick up on such a problem" Raka replied.
"But you hear how they're warning you so subtly at the party yesterday?"
"You calm down, everything goes as you wish, don't worry" Raka pulled the gear and turned the wheel he got out of the parking lot and slid to their destination's dining.
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"Thank you for the treaties, often" Yosi, Rena's office friend. "Yours!" Peter, Ibrahim's assistant.
"Thank you Pete, you were amazing" Rena said.
"You are if the problem is treated just so sweet" Peter upset. This waving and kind-hearted man is indeed very royal.if it has a lot of money. His bonus money has been liquidated.
Do not ask if the end of the month and his coffers are thinning. Don't expect you to enjoy a free meal like this. Cut a little bread he'll go berserk like a reog.
They're done having lunch. And with the look of sultan jejadian Peter extended his hand with a card in his hand at the cashier. Yosi sneered at Peter's behavior while Rena just chuckled.
The kling!
"Welcome, with how many people?"
"Two people in the name of Raka Delino"
Hearing her husband's name is called by a voice that is quite soft as the eyes of Rena look up. She found her husband in front of her, who until now had not told her.
And find here, a pasta restaurant with her secretary. Both eyes looked. Not long. Rena threw her gaze at her two friends who called out to her.
Both of them had been outside the restaurant, had passed Raka and her secretary. Yosi stared confusedly at Rena who never came out. While Peter looked towards Rena's previous gaze. Rabbet.
Like a man, he went back in and pulled Rena's hand that was hard to move. Too surprised. Thanks to Peter. Rena's legs can be moved again. Rena looked at Peter's back. Heedless of the Raka he passed by.
Greb!
Raka clutched Rena's arm. Rena looked at Raka with a cold face.
"Follow me!" Raka pulls Rena but who is pulled unmoved. Raka looked at Rena who no longer looked at her. Rena clutched Peter's hand.
"Please Rena's hand!" Peter spoke in a loud tone. Raka quickly turned to Peter.
"You're the one who got away!" With one move. Peter's hand was released from Rena's. Without any more drama. Raka drags Rena out of the restaurant.
"Padma can you take a taxi?" Before leaving the restaurant, Raka approached Padma. The woman nodded. He saw Rena's sharp gaze on him.
"Deliver!"
Rena stroked her reddened hand due to the grip of Rak's hand that was too strong. Rena grimacing. Pain.
Raka drove her car. "Wear your seat belt!" Speak with a high tone.
Why is he angry!
Rena looks cloudy. Anger, annoyance, sadness and suspicion gnawed at Rena's mind.
Rena did not hear Raka's orders. Roughly the man sidestepped his car.
Bruk!
"Aark .. " Rena is strangled. His body hit the door pretty hard.
"You why the hell! Wanna kill me!" Screaming rough Rena. Sick elbow. He looked at Raka.
"Eathey listen to me! I told you to wear a seatbelt. I don't want to be ticketed!" Raka's cold words.
Rena's gaze could not be separated from Raka. Who exactly is this husband. Why so changed. Where is the Raka he used to know, warm, humorous and very loving.
Has he been lied to all this time? But for what?
"Quickly" heed impatiently. The man pulled roughly on Rena's seat belt strap and locked it.
They returned to driving in silence. Rena silent. Brain whirring. With so many questions. He felt this awkwardness from the beginning of the marriage.
But Rena doesn't care much. Rena thinks Raka is tired of her company. So now what he found was Raka's cold and arrogant attitude.
"Where have you been? No word, can't be reached, apparently having lunch with his secretary"
"Busy" answered Raka.
"How busy you can't take a minute to tell me"
Silent.
"I'm stupid, I shouldn't have agreed to your proposal so quickly, the promise you have is fake!" A snort sounded from Raka's lips.
"Then did you freely have lunch with another man?" Reply Raka.
Of course Rena doesn't accept. The woman's face shriveled.
"Aren't you the same? Is he your secretary or your angel? You married me to cover up some sort of relationship with your secretary!"
"SILENCE!" Bentak Raka's.
Rena gasps. He stared at Raka in disbelief. Eyes dewy.
Don't cry Rena.
"What exactly did you ask me to marry, hey, Mr. Raka Delino! Why don't you just marry that ja langmu!"
Rena took out a brown envelope by scattering the contents. They've been in Raka's apartment parking lot.
"I'm quiet not not not not knowing, but I'm just giving us a chance, but I'm wrong."
Rena opened the door of Raka's car. He rushed out and headed outside the apartment. He's going back to his apartment
Raka in the car grabbed one scattering paper. A picture of him and Padma. Their togetherness. Get out of the hotel. Mesrah. Eat both. Come to the party with a. Danced.
Raka squeezed the photo into shapelessness. Jaw hardens. He's wrathful. Who sent Rena the photos.
"HAIRY!" Shouts in the car. He kicked the wheel several times until his car rang loudly in the parking lot of the apartment.
"You can't escape me Rena!" Raka's hiss is dangerous.
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