The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 051

"You lied to Yoga, Aslan. Mama never asked Yoga to do such an evil thing!"

Rita, he was sitting together with Aslan in the garden behind his house. Aslan comes to his parents' house without Disha.

"But, Ma ... Yoga says that since Elma refused the match, Mama became angry and threatened the Elma family."

Rita took a deep breath and changed her sitting position so facing straight ahead, unwilling to look at Aslan. "When did the shop vandal happen?"

Aslan became uncomfortable seeing Rita's offended and disappointed reaction. "Last year, at Hamzah's wedding. Maybe around September or October, Ma."

"You forgot, Aslan? Mama had just returned to Indonesia when she entered November. The month before, your sister Serly was the one who wanted to surprise you that Mama Papa came home. But, it turns out Serly's the one who came home without a son and a husband."

Aslan's memory instantly rotated after hearing Rita's words. 'Mama's right, Mama came home when entering early November because previously, Mama and Papa were overseas accompanying Serly.'

Rita patted Aslan's shoulder. "Son! Remember now, hm?" Rita raised her eyebrows.

"Remember, Ma. Then, it means Yoga has deceived me. Argh!" Aslan hit the park chair as an outburst of his anger.

Then, Rita hugged the Son and rubbed Aslan's back. "Mama is afraid, you are in danger and being played by the Elma family. Take care of yourself, Aslan!"

A clear thread dripped down from the corner of Rita's eyes. Aslan immediately withdrew from the embrace and wiped away the tears of the Mother. "No, Ma. Calm down, I will always be careful and vigilant from now on."

Rita hugged Aslan again and shed her tears. He also apologized for forcing Aslan to accept the match.

"Crsst ... It's Ma, already. Aslan had forgotten that. Aslan just asked, please love Disha and don't be cold to her, Ma. Can Mama do it?"

Rita shook her head, not speaking a word. A few moments later, he took off his embrace. "Mama can't promise it. But, just look ahead how. Maybe, Mama can change."

"Well, that's Ma dong." Aslan smiled broadly at Rita's words.

"Morning has been making out with the kids, Ma!" Bima, who had just finished exercising, greeted his wife and son in the back garden.

"Where's my son-in-law, son?"

Aslan got up from his seat and invited his father to sit down. "Disha's not coming here, Pa. Papa just finished exercising? Or will it continue here?" Aslan pointed at the field near the park.

Bima laughs. "Of course, Papa won't continue here. Papa's a little tired, so want to rest first."

"Alright, Pa, Ma ... Aslan said to go home first. Assalamu'alaikum!"

(Aslan's on his way home)

"Hello, Mr. Toni. I have a request for help."

" .... "

"Look, Mr. Toni ...."

" .... "

"Really! Just like that, sir. I'm on my way home. I'll tell Disha to get out of the house."

Aslan then disconnected the phone through his earphones. He returned to the streets with a sharp look.

***

Disha visited the office which is now managed by Hamzah. There, he was no longer rumored by the employees.

"Welcome, my sister. Where is Aslan?" Hamzah hugged his sister with great affection.

Disha returned Hamzah's embrace. "Later he'll catch up, Mas. Mas Hamzah how are you? Long time no see. Mba Riyani is giving birth? I miss my sister-in-law too. Hehe."

Hamzah took off a hug, changed by holding Disha's arm. "You have so many questions. Let's sit down first, we're having a video call with your sister-in-law's mom."

"Come on!"

Disha and Hamzah sat on the sofa and made a video call. Disha was very happy to be able to talk to her sister-in-law.

"Excuse me!"

"Please enter!" Hamzah replied while patting Disha on the shoulder, and the younger sister immediately nodded.

(Door opened)

Aslan smiled broadly displaying a row of his teeth. Hamzah then grabbed Aslan's shoulder in a fit of anxiety and brought him in.

Disha who was still doing the video call directly looked at Aslan. "Mas Aslan, just arrived?"

"Yes, Honey. I just arrived." Aslan then sat down to Disha.

That made Hamza want to tease them both. "Ekhem!" Hamzah whistling. "We think there's a rival, Dek." Hamzah then looked at the cellphone screen and highlighted the two married couples. Riyani laughed happily.

Aslan and Disha blushed in embarrassment. Then, Hamzah turned off his video call. "So, let's talk about it now, Aslan!"

Disha stared at the confused Aslan and Hamzah alternately. "What discuss?"

"You listen to me first, Dek. I've talked about this a lot with your husband."

Aslan nodded at Hamzah's speech. "Mas Hamzah was right, honey. You just watch, okay?"

Disha shook her head quickly. "Can't! I want to know from the beginning!"

Then, Hamzah got a look from Aslan who was as if his sister-in-law was asking for approval. Hamzah nodded slowly. With Aslan.

"Actually, Disha. The day the cake shop was vandalized, I told Mas Hamzah."

Disha. Hamzah just kept quiet.

"Wait a minute, I'm not done explaining."

Disha nodded at Aslan's words.

"A moment after I chased the culprit that night, I called Mas Hamzah directly, but I haven't told you the details yet. When I got home, I told him everything."

Disha swallowed his salivary. "Then?"

"You know that room that's near my work space at home?"

Disha nodded. "Why that room, Mom?"

Aslan then tells them all that Yoga has been in the room ever since he was captured by Aslan. And today, he had plans to deliberately make the house look deserted and the bedroom door was no longer locked.

Disha and Hamzah listened carefully to Aslan's explanation. Aslan also says that he deliberately told Disha to meet Hamzah.

"Then, what's the next step, Aslan?"

Can't help chiming in, "Yes, Mas. If he doesn't run, how about it?"

Aslan thought for a moment while taking a deep breath. "Come, Mas, Disha. But, I'm pretty sure he's gonna run away and meet his girlfriend."

"His boyfriend?" Disha and Hamzah spoke at the same time.

Aslan looked at Disha. "Yes, the boyfriend you showed me that picture of."

Hamzah looked at Disha. Then, Disha recalled a photo she had shown Aslan.

"But, Mas ... Is that really her boyfriend Yoga?"

Hamzah pats slowly, Disha's arm. "Sir, have you forgotten or what? Your husband has Mr. Toni who can be counted on to find a lot of information."

Disha rubbed his nape. "Oh, yes. I forgot, Mom. Hehe."

Aslan smiled and rubbed Disha's cheek. "It's okay, honey. I'm sorry, did I just tell you everything today?"

Disha fluttered after having her cheek rubbed by her husband. Then, Hamzah patted Disha on the shoulder.

"Oiy, Deck! Geez, the cheek matter is rubbed, so peck." Hamzah laughed and saw his brother's reaction.

Disha's cheeks are like boiled tomatoes, blushing red with shame. Aslan, he scratched his non-itchy head. He also felt astonished, why can the reflex rub Disha cheek.

"Yes, it's okay, Mom. Hopefully, your predictions about Yoga will be blurred, right."

"Amen." The two of them; Aslan and Hamzah, compact assures Disha hope.

Not long after, Aslan's phone rang. It was a phone call from Toni. Quickly, Aslan answered him.