The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 063

"Elma once tried to abort your daughter-in-law" Mira said with a regretful look.

"What?!" Bima and Rita were screaming at the same time. Then, the two stared at Aslan and Disha alternately.

"Is that so, Aslan?" Rita approached her son.

Bima looked back at her guest. "Why did you come here and tell me everything?"

"Because Aslan helped us free, along with one of the bodyguards," replied Indra.

Rita, who was still standing before Aslan and Disha, was again surprised by Indra's words.

"The two of us, would like to thank Aslan. But, we also can't bear to take our two children to the police station." This time, Mira spoke.

Aslan put one of his hands into the pocket of his pants. One more hand embracing Disha. "You'll regret it more if you don't give your two kids a lesson."

"But, Son Aslan. Which mother could see her son suffer? Please, give them both a chance to improve." Mira cupped both her hands.

Disha quickly walked over to Mira and held the middle-aged woman's hand. "Don't be like this, Auntie!" Disha then looked at Aslan.

"Mas, just release Mira's two children. Give Elma and Yoga a chance. Yea?"

Aslan weighed in before deciding. Rita held Aslan's hand and stared fixedly, the eyes of her son. "See your wife's words. She is also a woman who will be a mother. Do you want, one day your wife to be separated from her own child?"

Aslan shook his head quickly. "All right, Om, Auntie! I'll release them today."

A happy mixed sigh of relief emanated from the faces of both Elma and Yoga parents. Mira hugged Disha while crying deeply. "Thank you, Disha boy. You really are a good woman. Worth it, Aslan chose you to be his wife."

"Together, Aunt."

***

At the police station, Aslan revokes the reports against Elma, Yoga, and Alya. Afterwards, Aslan went straight from there to his office.

Arriving at the office, there was a new employee. The new employee came to Aslan's room to hand over some files.

"Which part are you?"

"I'm in the finance department, sir."

Aslan nodded his head. Then, he signed the file presented by the new employee.

"It's all I've signed" Aslan said, handing over the files.

The new employee nodded and received the file while continuing to stare at Aslan. "All right, Mr. Aslan. Thank you, I'll excuse you."

Aslan simply nodded and refocused on his laptop screen. The photo of Disha that she posted on her desk, accidentally fell. Aslan immediately took the fallen figura, and put it back on the table.

The new employee walked back to his study while blushing. Some of the other employees who saw him smile, became wondering.

"Why are you smiling like that?" ask Aldi, the new employee's roommate.

"It's okay, just ...."

"What's it, San?"

The new employee was named Sandra Larasati. "Sir Aslan is very handsome? I was so deg-degan just now, just ask for his autograph."

"Jeez, Sandra! He's married. Don't fuck with you, San!"

"I'm just warning you, San. He's married and his wife isn't a woman either."

Sandra landed her ass on the chair. "Indeed, sir Aslan's wife was the son of the sultan? Or the artist's son?"

Aldi, who was staring at the computer screen, answered briefly. "The wife of Mr. Aslan, her own former assistant."

"Oh, that's how it looks."

"Come, San. Continue to work again."

"Ready!"

Sandra and Aldi return to work. Sandra remembered Aslan's handsome face and smiled full of mystery.

***

Aslan had just walked into the room and was greeted with a warm embrace by Disha. Aslan kissed Disha's head. "This time, what do you want, honey?"

Disha then raised his head. "Do you know if I want anything?"

Aslan chuckles. "Of course I know. I'm your husband, honey. Just tell me, what do you want to buy?"

Disha shook her head slowly. "Not asking to be bought. But, want to walk and eat outside, Mas."

"Oh, so is that it? Alright. I'll follow your wishes, but there's a condition."

Disha scrunched her forehead. "What's the signal, Mas?"

Aslan then lifted Disha's body and carried the wife bridal style. "The company of your husband takes a bath." Aslan kissed Disha's cheek gently.

Disha draped both of her hands around Aslan's neck. His face blushed in embarrassment, visible from the color of his two cheeks that met with redness. Although this was not the first, but Disha always felt ashamed.

After taking a bath together, the two of them prepared to go out. However, Disha asked Aslan to leave after performing the Maghrib prayer. Aslan also obeyed Disha's words.

***

Sundanese-style restaurant, a choice of Disha and Aslan for dinner. The two chose the seat of Lesehan, which was near the back of the fish pond. The atmosphere of the night is bright because of the moon, adding to the romance of the couple's dinner.

"Disha?"

"Yes, Mas?"

"How was your day?" Aslan then held Disha's hand and rubbed the back of the hand of the woman he loved so much.

"Lumayan fun, Mas. I, as usual, read a fantasy book, accompanied by a glass of juice and a snack."

Aslan was about to ask again, but was immediately preceded by Disha. "I also don't forget to take vitamins, Mas."

Both then laughed. After that, the order of the two of them came. Aslan had a glimpse, the waiter delivering his food.

Disha knew her husband was watching the servant, and then elbowed Aslan's arm. "Mas, why?"

Aslan turned quickly towards his wife. "It's okay, honey. I think I've seen him" whispered Aslan.

"Please enjoy the food and drink, Mr. Aslan."

Aslan and Disha stared at each other in wonder.