The Imperfect Story
Chapter 41
From morning on, Zayn fussed, then played alone in his room. Tired of approaching Zayn at the moment. He rushed down, no one happened to be in his house, either where the father and mother and grandmother and her aunty. Zayn opened the back door and played in the yard.
Soon one of the neighbors came to Zayn, asking what was the burden on his mind.
"Hi, is Zayn alone? Mother Kia where, long time aunt did not see him." asked the mother mince words.
"Mama's already on grandma's mouth." said Zayn with a flat face.
"Grandmother? Which grandma, Zayn?" ask again.
"Grandmother, her mother aunty Vita." replied the boy innocently.
"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, what happened to their families, yes." Mother wondered in her heart. He wants to extract information but all that he swallowed in himself.
"Tante, can Zayn ask for help?" said Zayn with his plain face.
"May, just say the same aunt what Zayn wants." said the mother with a smile, her curiosity may be answered after this.
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Rey called Kia informing her that she would meet Ismail today to provide a summons before handing the case to the Judge of the court.
"What's the letter calling for?" ask Kia.
"Letter of call for prosecution cases. The demand for the return of Zayn and your company." Rey said while buttoning the shirt she wore because she had just dressed after bathing.
"The prosecution to return it all, does the man want to?" asked Kia while sighing. The man desperately tricked Kia into getting all of this, is it possible that he would willingly return it? So thought Kia.
"Oh, frankly, I'm not so sure. Because the judge must have put up a careful strategy and preparation."
"But we can only act like this when they plan their crazy ideas, we pose a threat first" Rey and Kia nodded in understanding.
"But don't worry, Kia. If they insist on not returning it, we will take the case to court, I will bring more evidence that can make them die of lice." Rey added while Kia was heard sighing.
"I've said many times, I don't need any possessions, now I just want Zayn to give them back." Kia reiterated her wish.
"I'll try, Kia. Trying to get everything back to you." Rey said after that ended the call.
Suddenly Kia's phone rang back, an unfamiliar number made her frown, long as she weighed whether to lift or not. The second time it rang, Kia raised the call.
"Hallo, Assalamualaikum." Kia started the conversation.
"Vamalaikumsalam, Mama. This was Zayn." a voice and name that he had longed for was heard at this moment, Kia was immediately aghast from her seat. His eyes were back together, but his smile was expanding at this moment.
"Zayn, is this really Zayn's mama's son?" ask Kia to convince.
"Sorry, Mrs Kia. What exactly is going on? May I ask you a little something about this privacy?" ask the mother.
"Can I go to Mom's house? Let me explain there. But can I ask you to hold Zayn in your house? I miss her so much." asked Kia to the mother.
"Come, come now to my house. I'm afraid someone will see, Zayn said that his grandmother and mother were so constrained that this child did not go to school anymore" explained the mother.
"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, have the heart. All right wait for me." Kia closed the call and immediately prepared to go there.
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Riska left for the office, along the way he was pensive, must be by whether he helped the former leader of his company.
Her brain is now like a screen that twists the painful scene, the tears of a woman who flows for the betrayal of her husband and best friend.
Arriving at the company with a dazed thought and his shaky steps he walked in. Surrounding the entire company hopes that something can help him.
It is still morning, since changing leaders, the hours of work entry became more noon so that there are currently not many people in the office, he said, he sat in his seat with a computer screen on the table that had not yet turned on. Riska saw the shadow of an object in the upper corner of the computer screen that was still dead.
The girl turned her gaze on that thing, a cctv. Yeah, an object he might be able to use to help the woman who was the victim of that betrayal.
The girl nodded her head, believing the cctv was something she could use to help Zaskia later.
Without a doubt, Riska went to a special computer room that displays all the specific points generated by dozens of cctv, not least Ismail's room today.
The girl had locked the room from the inside before fiddling with the computer there. Luckily he was good at computers, a few minutes later the computer displayed what he was looking for.
The judge, Wati and his son-in-law, Ismail, were having a serious conversation in his room. This was a few days before Ismail fired him from the company.
"This company isn't mine, you know? My shares were also given by my late father-in-law. It's not the biggest stock in the company either." Ismail started the cctv today.
"Don't despair! Remember, after you officially divorced her, you could have gotten rid of her from this company." said Wati with fiery body language.
"Who said I'd divorce Zaskia?" refute Ismail.
"Look, if you don't divorce her, I'll take Devita back to me. Don't expect you to be able to touch my son again." Wati threatened to upset Ismail.
"Gosh, Mother. Why divorce her if we can still enjoy her property?" Ishmael looked at his mother-in-law.
"Remember, if you don't divorce her, she might know about your second marriage one day, you know what the risk is? Knowing you play love behind him makes him who divorced you first, meanwhile we will become a street kingpin." explained Wati very upset.
"Therefore, the Judge and I before you would like to discuss a plan favorable to all of us." Wati grinned and told the Judge to explain his plan.
"Move some of its shares to you periodically, to avoid suspicion. Once that happens, fire him from this company. For the affairs of the house as well, you have to change the name of the ownership to the name Devita in order to expel it is not so difficult." explained the Judge and smiled back by Wati. Meanwhile Ishmael thought about it doubtfully, between wanting and fearing to be one.