The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 008

0821xxxxxxxx: Good night, miss Disha. The photo I sent earlier, it's real proof that the future husband of the lady, is not a man who deserves you. Miss doesn't need to know who I am.

Disha read the message from the mysterious person in a soft tone. Without realizing it, his older brother, Hamzah, came to hear what he was saying.

"Who said that, Dek?"

Disha was shocked and immediately stood up. His phone was hidden behind. "B-not nobody, Mom."

"Don't lie, Disha! I heard earlier, what you said. Though it was slow, Mas could still hear it."

Hamzah approached Disha and picked up the cell phone that his sister had hidden. Then, he immediately opened the green application to check the message in the form of a photo of evidence of Iyan's affair. "Sir, sit here near Mas Hamzah!" tell Hamzah, patting the mattress.

Disha also directly complies with the orders of the brother. "Mas, where's mom?" disha asked quietly, half whispering.

"Pure. I just happened to be out." Hamzah confirmed his sitting position and returned his sister's phone. "Oh yes.Who sent the message? Is that Iyan's bodyguard?"

"Emc ... Disha doesn't know yet, Mas. Actually, I've been suspicious of Mas Iyan from a few weeks ago, Mas."

"Why new story?"

"I told my mom, Mom. But, mother seems to believe more in mas Iyan."

Disha starts to tell her everything, from the first time Sisca met Iyan at school, to when Sisca accompanied her to pick up Iyan and have lunch together. End with a story about Iyan who sent the wrong message, until finally he got a photo submission from a mysterious person.

Hamzah mangosteen listened to his sister's story. He also did not interrupt at all when his sister was telling a story. "Keep, what do you want now, Dek?"

Disha took a deep breath, getting such questions from the older sister. The look of his face looks desperate, making Hamzah also feel how sick, confused and upset Disha feels at this time. Hamzah approached Disha, grabbed him and carried his sister into his arms.

"Sir, forgive your brother, who can't be a father-like figure to you yet." Hamzah stroked Disha's long hair, to calm her down.

There was no response from Disha. Only her shoulders were shaking from crying. His hands hugged the brother tightly, as he occasionally wiped his tears. Crying without a sound, that's what Disha used to do. And that, it feels a lot more painful.

"Mas, I ... I just want to be free from this dishonest relationship. Am I wrong, if I want to break off my engagement to Mas Iyan?" disha's voice trembled as she tried to speak to her brother.

Hamzah who was still stroking his sister's hair replied, "Not wrong, Dek. But, it would be nice if we really find Iyan and Sisca directly. Not from someone else's photo. Do you agree?"

Disha nodded slowly in her brother's arms. Then, Hamzah promised Disha that he himself would meet Iyan's parents, if there really was a dishonest relationship between the two, Iyan and Disha.

After being satisfied with crying, Disha pulled away from the embrace. Swiping is bulir, as well as clear fluid that comes out of his eyes and also his nose. "Thank you, Mas Hamzah. I love Mas Hamzah!" said Disha, with teary eyes.

"Don't tell this to Mom again, yeah! Later, let Mas will explain everything to Mother."

Disha nodded in agreement. Then Hamzah came out of Disha's room. The eyes that had been glaring, now began to shine sharply.

Disha: Mas, tomorrow I will visit your house for two days, with Mom and Mas Hamzah. Take care, keep your eyes and take care of your heart, Mom!

Then, Disha typed the message again.

Disha : Sisca. tomorrow I will visit you. Probably up to two days. Please, if there's anything important about campus, let me know!

Disha sent a message that contained almost the same, to Iyan and Sisca. He wanted to observe how Iyan and Sisca behaved, when there was no presence of him. Accompanied by her brother, she wants to catch the wet straight away, a decoration done by her lover and her own best friend.

***

The first day of reconnaissance, Disha and the older sister follow Iyan who is on her way. Then, they arrived at the cafe milk Iyan's friend, Dio.

"Sissy!" call Iyan, waving your hand.

Sisca looked up and stood up. "Here, Mas!" He looks very happy. Then, when Iyan was in front of him, he immediately hugged and kissed both cheeks.

Disha and Hamzah, who were lurking in disguise, were shocked to see the scene. Both eyes were perfectly rounded. Fortunately, the glasses and mask that covered half of the face, saving both of them who were in shock.

After an hour, Iyan took Sisca away from the cafe. Then, Hamzah and Disha followed two people who were like being in a drunken romance. By riding a motorcycle, Hamzah and Disha try to keep their distance, so as not to be suspected.

Apparently, Iyan took Sisca to his house. Disha who knew about it, immediately asked to go home. He does not want to get hurt more. While Hamzah, he remained tight-lipped to wait until Iyan and Sisca came out.

"Awhile, Deck. We wait for seb—" Hamzah's speech paused, because hearing the voices of people chatting.

Then, Disha and Hamzah looked towards Iyan's house, which was quite tight guard. Even so, Hamzah always had a way to be able to peek. "Dec, look! Iyan's parents even look very close to Sisca."

"What time, Mas? I'd like to see and take pictures too."

Disha immediately grabbed the place where her brother who was peering from the gap of the fence.

Hamzah fell silent, not knowing what to answer. He could only let his sister do what Disha thought was right. Then, Disha took pictures and recorded the togetherness of Iyan, Sisca and Iyan's parents, who drove Sisca into the car.

***

The second day, Disha, who was still accompanied by Hamzah, returned to stalk Iyan and Sisca. This time, they followed all the way to the hotel. Disha was astonished and asked, "Mas, what if we are forbidden to go inside?"

"Just calm down, Deck. You always have an idea" replied Hamzah with a smile that is difficult to interpret.

Hamzah managed to get the room number Iyan ordered. With the reason that he had made an appointment with Iyan, Hamzah was able to lurk until he entered the hotel. And fortunately, Iyan booked the room on Iyan's own behalf, not on Sisca's behalf.

The faces of Disha and Hamzah look hurried and want to immediately catch the wet pair of traitors. With wide steps, the two of them arrived in front of Iyan's room. Disha put on his mask and hat.

Hamzah asks Disha to hide first, so that when the door is opened, Disha can go straight into the room. Then, he tried to inspect the hallway of the room, where he was standing now. There are CCTVs that move to the right and left, making Hamzah have to adjust the count.

When the time was right, Hamzah knocked on the door. As soon as the door opened a little, Disha immediately pushed the door, assisted by a kick by the older sister. Then, when the two of them had entered, Hamzah quickly moved, directly closing the door again.

How surprised Disha and Hamzah found Iyan, whose body was wrapped in a towel from waist to knee, and Sisca who hid under a blanket. Disha with a hunting breath, rushed over to Sisca and tried to pull the blanket that Sisca was wearing.

"Wait on! why did you two get here?!" exclaim Iyan who does not accept the treatment of Hamzah and Disha.

"Casual, Bro! why angry?" Hamzah asked back with an intimidating look. "Ckckk. Already got a fiancee, but still want to taste the others." Hamzah walked over to Iyan. "Take off my sister and please continue your lust, ba*ingan!" all the words that Hamzah whispered were slow, but full of emphasis.

Iyan brushed off Hamzah's hand which was holding his shoulder. He turned to look at Disha and Sisca's condition. Sisca looked at Iyan with a pleading gaze. Begging to be kept away from Disha which is being controlled by emotions.

Disha still pulled the blanket that covered Sisca's body. Until finally....

"Plac...! Plaque...!"

Disha's hand landed smoothly several times on both of Sisca's cheeks.

"Aw! pain, Disha! stopit!" Sisca grimaced painfully while holding her cheeks in turn, as one hand was still holding onto the blanket. Unsatisfied with just slapping Sisca, Disha walked quickly towards Iyan.

"Bugh...!"

Strong kick, landing on Iyan's heirloom. Disha's face looks relieved and satisfied, after giving a lesson to the man she once loved so much.

"Aw! ouch...! aaaaa...! bre*h!" Iyan was about to hit Disha back. However, with a quick movement, Hamzah immediately fended off Iyan's hand.

"You're a man or a woman, huh?!" Hamzah then pushed Iyan, until Iyan fell on the edge of the mattress.

"Remember you both. Don't ever mess with my sister and my family again! I am indeed not as powerful as the two of you," hardik Hamzah while pointing Iyan and Sisca alternately.

"But remember this. If my sister cries again, I can embarrass you here!" keep Hamzah.

Disha takes off the engagement ring and throws it towards Iyan. "That's the ring, Mas. Please give it to Sisca!"

Sisca was still cowering in fear. Iyan, who saw this, felt sorry for Sisca. Then he looked at Disha. "Disha!" exclaim Iyan.

Hamzah who started to get emotional, immediately shouted, "Hey, Iyan! Don't forget, I'm still here! One more time you say to my sister in a high tone, I'll break your neck!" threatening Hamzah, by giving a bad look to Iyan.

Then, after getting the threat from Hamzah, Iyan and Sisca could only shut up and bow their heads. However, in Iyan's mind, it had been thought of an evil plan to avenge Hamzah and Disha's treatment of her and Sisca. Then, Iyan looked back at Hamzah with a sharp look and a strange smile, which was difficult to understand.

"You two, listen to this ...!"