The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 052

After receiving the phone call, Aslan, Disha and Hamzah immediately went to the location mentioned by Toni. The three went to use one car, the Aslan car. It didn't take long to get to the destination.

There, Toni was with four other men who were watching Yoga. Yoga met his girlfriend and laughed out loud.

"You know what, honey? Even Aslan believed in the fake stories I made. Haha."

"Well, great you baby! I also managed to scare Disha yesterday. Haha."

Aslan and Hamzah clenched their hands. Disha, knowing that because she was sitting between the two, tried to dampen the emotions of her brother and husband by holding the hands of the two men.

Disha whispered, "Calculate Mas Aslan, Mas Hamzah." Disha looked at Brother and her husband in turn. While the two men who were still held by Disha, could only take a deep breath and try to stay calm.

The three then focused again to listen to the conversation Yoga and his girlfriend through a mobile phone on the loudspeaker. Yes, one of Aslan's men disguised himself as a resto clerk, where Yoga and his girlfriend met at this time and installed a voice eavesdropping device.

"Since I failed to get Serly and Elma to fail to marry Aslan, I hate both my parents for keeping the door wide open to the Aslan family!"

Yoga kicked the table with an annoyed face. "That's why, I took revenge by destroying the shop that belonged to the woman's parents who were close to Aslan!"

"What did you get by ruining that store, honey? You were held captive for a long time and the result?"

"I was satisfied, because at least, Elma also had time to fight for her love for Aslan. Even though in the end, Aslan was still married to that damn woman!"

"Wait a minute, honey. Do you know where Elma came from, who fought for her love?"

"Bod*oh! I wasn't held captive without a cell phone, was I? Good thing I'm still memorizing out of my head, your cell phone number and Elma."

Mangosteen Yoga Girlfriend. "You're still memorized by Serly's phone number?"

Yoga stuck. Actually he still memorized, but Serly had changed his phone number. Then, Yoga nodded slowly with some hesitation.

"Ih, Honey! Then you still haven't moved on from Serly dong. Ishi!"

"N-not so, honey. I'm just upset that I can't marry Serly. So, my plan also failed to be able to master the wealth of a Bima Mahendra."

Yoga Girlfriend also approached Yoga and asked, "If you managed to master the treasure of Bima Mahendra, what do you want?"

Yoga thought for a moment, then he held his girlfriend's chin. "Of course, flow your account with a lot of money, honey!"

Yoga Girlfriend directly embraces the Yoga. "But, Honey ... Why am I still in doubt, if you really purely want to destroy Disha's old man's shop without being told by anyone?"

"You don't trust me, Alya?"

Alya, Yoga's girlfriend, pulls away from hugs and stares at Yoga. "Listen, Honey. I just doubt it. Doubt it!"

"Ck! It's the same thing." Yoga then took a deep breath and said, "Actually, other than me who did intend to damage the shop, there was Yuna ma'am who told me to."

"Who's Bu Yuna, honey?"

"The parents of Disha's ex-fiancee, dear."

Alya nodded in understanding and did not ask any further. Both; Yoga and Alya are completely unaware that someone is watching. After a long chat, Yoga invites her boyfriend to leave the restaurant.

***

"I've guessed, Disha, Mas Hamzah. It must have something to do with Iyan's parents."

Aslan who was driving and accompanied by Hamzah who was sitting next to him, continued to grumble. Disha and Hamzah, sometimes look at each other because it feels funny to see Aslan's behavior.

"Aslan, you know, don't be so upset. In fact, I just don't want to bring it up. But, you?"

"Yes, Aslan. I know that, I also understand what you are feeling right now. But, come on, let's just let go of Yoga."

Disha chimed in, "That's right, Mas said Mas Hamzah. The shop has been renovated and my family is fine now. Let go of Yoga and let him go, huh, Mas?"

Aslan thought for a moment before answering Disha's words. He then pulled his car over. "Well, for the sake of both of you, I will free Yoga and will not hold her captive anymore."

"Well, that's dong!" Hamzah and Disha said compactly.

The car again split the road. Aslan drove Hamzah first, after which he returned home.

***

(After arriving at Aslan's house)

"Mas, Mas Aslan's not going to the office?" Disha was surprised because her husband did not leave for the office.

Aslan then approached Disha's oada and grabbed her shoulders. "May I be like this?"

Disha's cheeks blushed and looked at Aslan's hand that was already on his shoulder. 'Oh my God, why am I so bad?' Disha closed her eyes while biting her lower lip.

"Disha ... Darling?" Aslan tried to summon Disha who kept quiet.

Disha shortened and immediately looked at Aslan. "I-iya, Mom. Of course I can. Hehe." Diaha smiled awkwardly at the end of the sentence.

The two then went into the room with Aslan embracing Disha. And all of a sudden, Aslan immediately pulled his hand from Disha's shoulder and moved to Disha's waist.

Disha immediately stopped walking. He stared fixedly at Aslan's pair of eyes.

The gazes of the two meet and Aslan soon realizes something that Disha is less comfortable as she hugs Disha's waist. "Sorry, Disha."

Disha is misbehaved and feels bad. "Eh, it's okay, Mom. I ... I'm just surprised."

"really so? Yes, come on!"

This time, Aslan without asking for approval from Disha, directly carried Disha ala bridal style and brought the wife to the room. Then, he lowered Disha onto the bed slowly and carefully.

Disha who was still surprised by Aslan's treatment, unconsciously his hand was still coiled around Aslan's neck. The faces of Disha and Aslan were already very close, even the two of them could feel each other's breaths.

"Misha ...." Aslan's voice so softly greeted Disha's ears.

"Yes, Mas. What's up?" Disha's gaze was so deep. It was like being bewitched by Aslan's sweet treatment.

"You want to be hugged?"

"What?!" Disha was shocked and realized something. Then, he immediately pulled his hand from Aslan's neck.

Aslan chuckled softly, then sat down next to Disha. "Disha," Aslan again called his wife while holding Disha's hand. "I love and love you without asking. I don't mean anything. I just want to express the feelings that were there before we got engaged."

Aslan framed Disha's face with both hands. "I don't even need an answer from you, whether you want to return my feelings or not. But I'm sure, one day, surely beauty for us will happen."

Disha looked at Aslan without blinking. Seeing Disha's silent reaction, Aslan ventured to get closer to Disha's face.

Disha closed his eyes, because he was sure that something would happen. And sure enough ...,

Aslan me*nge*soft cup of Disha's lips. "My captive woman, my beloved woman, Disha Maharani ... Thanks for the first kiss. I love you!" Aslan spoke with the position of his hand that still framed Disha's face.