The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 018

Then, Sisca cried, and began to remind her of how their closeness began, to Iyan.

"Mass ...!" lirih Sisca, with the corner of her eyes that began to get wet.

"Do you remember now, Mom? Mas Iyan had also persuaded me, to hand over my precious crown! don't forget that!" sisca protested, with a rising voice.

Fortunately, there was no one, other than the two of them. Sisca started crying softly. Until finally, Iyan loosened his grip, until it was completely detached from Sisca's cheek.

Iyan's face, looks sorry. "I'm sorry, honey. I was too emotional" said Iyan, who then embraced Sisca.

Sisca returned Iyan's embrace. Sisca's face was so happy, different from Iyan's. Iyan sneered cunningly, as he was only trying to succumb to Sisca.

'Bod*h basis! I wouldn't have gotten rid of you so easily, Sisca. I still want to get Clara Felisha ...!' iyan monologue in heart, with a cunning look.

***

On the way home, Aslan called one of the bodyguards who were on guard at the restaurant earlier, to come see him immediately. Aslan felt his head getting dizzy, and made him have to pull over the car.

After a few minutes of waiting, the bodyguard arrived at Aslan's location. Then, without waiting for an order from his master, the bodyguard knew, what he should do.

Aslan was already sitting next to his bodyguard. He is still gently rubbing his head. "Sir Toni, my head feels dizzy" Aslan lamented.

Toni looked at her master. "Yes, Sir. Earlier, Mr. Iyan had given orders to the waiter of the restaurant, to sprinkle something into the drinks of Mr and Miss Clara."

"so apparently? Toni sir has evidence of his crimes?"

"Ready ... has it, sir!" toni replied, nodding her head.

"Thank you, Mr. Toni ...!"

"No need to thank you, sir. Oh yes, Mr ... Miss Clara, did she drink too much?"

"Yes, it's almost a glass, Mr. Toni. We'd better get him home soon. Later, let me explain the incident to Miss Maryam," said Aslan, with a glance back.

***

Arriving at home, Maryam immediately told Hamzah, to carry Clara to the room. Hamzah and Maryam were both curious, with what happened to Clara.

Maryam went to the kitchen, got a glass of su*u for Aslan. After bringing Clara into the room, and putting her to bed, Hamzah headed straight to the living room. There, Maryam and Aslan had already chatted first.

"How was the beginning, Aslan?" hamzah asked, with a curious look.

"So .. Look, Mas Hamzah, Miss Maryam ...."

Aslan tells the chronology of events, starting from the beginning of the restaurant, a small debate with Sisca, to finally go home with a head that feels dizzy and heavy, after sipping a drink that has been served, and then, with other food.

"Clara drank juice, almost out of one glass, ma'am, Mas. So, maybe tomorrow morning, he'll feel light. If I, it happens that the juice I drink, only a little," said Aslan.

"Wait on! so, you let my sister drink the juice that's obvious, there's the dope?" hamzah asked, a little urgent.

"Yes, Mas Hamzah. I had to do that, so Iyan didn't suspect anything. Forgive me, once again," Aslan lamented, cupping his hands together.

Hamzah laughed at Aslan's reaction. "Aslan, I'm just kidding. In fact, Mr. Toni always tells me, when you get to that restaurant."

Maryam, who was tense, laughed after hearing Hamzah's explanation. "Occupy ... Nang! I think you want to express your emotions to my Son Aslan," said Maryam, while looking softly at Aslan.

"Who's the son, the mother, me or Aslan, ma'am?"

"Huh?" maryam answered, making a gesture pretending not to listen.

Then, the three laughed compactly.

"Young Master ...!" Toni came to Aslan, with a hurried face.