The Handsome CEO's Revenge
Chapter 29. Riled

"Here" the invitation was received directly from Isak. "Come" he said.

The invitation is maroon with golden lines there. "Wwwohoo you finally want to get married" said Raka embrace Isak.

"Hmn … "

"Who's the guy?"

"I go first yes, there's still a lot I have to take care of," Isak's cell phone rang out.

"Yes Bun?" Isak walked away.

"This is Rena, do not want to model her clothes, so you also have to change, if Rena also change" said Nami who sounded out Isak's phone left with long steps. Samar Raka heard it.

For a moment Raka was stunned in place. He was digesting what he had just heard. "Rena is with Mother? Clothes?" Raka's hand shook, she grabbed Isak's invitation.

Heart's busted. Breath restrained. Oxygen kept him away. There with the gold ink there are names Rena and Isak, how is it possible? He is not divorced, lawyer Rena had he kicked out without getting anything.

"Sir Raka!" Pekik Padma who does not know what makes Raka's doom. He was chasing his boss. But he lost track. His high heel shoes hindered his pursuit.

Raka darted wanting to chase after Isak, without caring for anyone, other than Isak, he searched around his company. He ran towards his car. He threw the invitation into the passenger seat. And drove the car fast.

Ibrahim's company's goal, that man must be there. Raka dialed her phone. Isak's number is connected and he's dead. When he returned he called again. It's not active.

"Siaal! Bren gsek, you're Isaac!"

Raka slammed her phone into the seat beside her. Arriving at the lobby Raka stepped wide towards Isak's room. His breath hunts, there is anger from every whim he breathes. Raka violently opened Isak's door. Empty, then without a word he headed for Ibrahim's room.

"Sorry Mr. Raka, Mr. Ibrahim is in a meeting! You can't go in"

He sees a secretary Ibrahim who wants to stop Raka, but cannot.

Brak!

Raka's nyalang eyes are looking for Isak's whereabouts. He walked through Ibrahim's room. The secretary felt guilty about not being able to hold Raka.

Ibrahim casually, tidied up his online meeting equipment. Just stared at Raka for a moment.

"Sorry sir, Mr. Raka barged in" said Rena's replacement secretary.

"It's okay, I'm done. You can get Sally out"

"Good Sir"

"Please make two cups of chamomile yes"

"Good"

Raka was still circling Ibrahim's room. Ibrahim himself looked at the furious and wrathful Raka.

"Sir Ibrahim where is your son?" His words are not friendly. He was still staring at the middle-aged man.

"Sit down first" bargained Ibrahim who went to the sofa in front of him.

"Where is he, tell me?" Voice's up. With a firm step towards the sofa.

"Maybe on his way to fetch his future" Ibrahim smiled obliquely. Looking relaxed, he leaned his body against the back of the sofa. And raise one leg. His hands are folded on his chest.

The knocking of the door sounded. Before long Sally entered with a tray containing two cups of clear water. Delicious aroma and inquiring.

"Thank you Sally" Ibrahim said. Then the middle-aged man pulled out a cup and gave a box of mini-sized white blocks into an ornate cup of flower threads. It must be Nami who chose him.

"Drink" back Ibrahim unaffected with Amrah Raka. He sipped water in that cup. A sweet mixed taste surrounded his mouth. A soothing aroma such as being sucked in the nose and spreading to the brain. Relaxes him.

"Where?" He pointed at Ibrahim, he was still in his position. Stand proud. The executioner is ready to slash anyone.

"Sit down, if you want to know where Isak is?"

"Your son wants to take my wife!" Snapped Raka, dumping her body onto the front sofa of Ibrahim. They're facing each other.

"Captured? Since when did Rena become yours? I thought she was a free woman even though you married her" Ibrahim said calmly. Noticing the change in Raka's face that was getting flushed. Wrathful.

"Since he was, I've been a wife! since then she's mine, Raka Delino's!" Said loudly.

"Rena belongs to herself, why have a husband who does not care if there is something outside that can make her happy!" Tempta Ibrahim again inhaled the scent of chamomile. Calm compared to jerbalik with the mood of Raka who is rebellious and sniffling.

"Ohooo young man, you are so arrogant and selfish. It's not just a fact that you know Raka. Come to my son's party, you got the invitation, right?" 

"Come and see, compare, how happy your wife is when she's by your side or the other side"

Raka's jaw is hardened. His hands clenched until his knuckles turned white.

He was so angry with the words of Ibrahim, even if he was his friend's parents, it was better to destroy this good relationship than Rena seized by other men. He doesn't care.

"And happy again? You you? Since when? all I have is a Rena who is tormented mentally and mentally, with your obscurity!"

"And instead of you having a woman near you, Padma, and another woman with one child, is she a widow?" Furthermore, the piercing words of Ibrahim made Raka speechless.

"You can make your wife's widow and my son certainly not reject her."

"Come!"

***

The plan is to go back to his house. Raka went straight to her room. He picked up the suitcase Rena had prepared if they wanted to go suddenly so that there was no need to pack anymore.

Dragging his suitcase down.

"Where are you going? I'm here by myself, you can't leave me" whined Kila.

"I'm going to Indonesia, you better go home to uncle's place, I might be a long time" said Raka briefly stroking Kila's head.

"Your job? Or you're chasing a woman who doesn't know herself!" Shouted Kila did not accept, why did this cousin of his brother even look for the criminal with this kind of confusion?

"Don't tell me you're in love with that bastard! Village lady! Pe whore lady!"

"Shut up!"

"Why is it such a shameless teaser, the betrothed must have accepted her, that lady ja lang!"

"I said Shut up, SHUT UP!" Banging Raka makes Kila retreat. This was the first time he got a rough clash from Raka.

"dude? You-you yank at me?" Kila's voice vibrates. Raka seemed conscious. He stuck out his hand. Kila however, moved backwards.

"You better get back to America" Raka said as she prepared to head for the airport.

"You're not just yelling at me, you're also kicking me out" disappointed great-granddaughter Kila.

Raka looked at his watch he had no time to serve Kila's whining.

"I'm leaving" Raka stepped towards her car. But his arm was held back by Kila.

"Abang! You want to leave me? In this condition?" Raka took off Kila's arm.

"Take care of yourself if you still want to be here" he said moving into the car.

"Abang! You why change, instead, he's a criminal, you're siding with a criminal rather than your parents?" Kila is still trying to hold Raka. He's stuck in Raka's car glass.

Raka again hardened her jaw, her hand gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"You don't know anything!"

"I know! You betrayed your uncle and aunt!"

"You made them in heaven there unsettled and disappointed!"

"You're a traitor to your own family!"

"And you betrayed your oath to your parents! I'm disappointed in you bang!" Bertubi Kila cornered Raka. The man didn't care, he drove his car. Kila cursed his cousin.

Kila stared at Raka's car that was moving away with a cold and unreadable look. Putting the phone in your ear. Connected.

"He wants to catch up with that ja lang bi adapter!!"

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