THE WIDOW BED NEXT TO MY HOUSE
Chapter 48. In front of the reporters

7 Days have passed.

In accordance with the agreement of Andreas together with Fransiska. After Fransiska was declared able to be taken away by the doctor, now he has sat in front of the media. In front of a long table neatly lined up cameras, and a voice recording device.

“It seems very crowded,” said Fransiska, his eyes straight ahead, staring at one by one the reporters continued to photograph him still wearing a neckline, and sitting in a wheelchair.

“Of course, that's my goal so everyone knows why I divorced you. Although this only happens because of a compulsion, because I want to give assets to a disabled ex-wife and can not do anything else after separating from me,” Andreas said noisily with pride.

Fransiska was just speechless, a line of meaningful smiles stored on her downcast face.

‘Iya-ia, we'll see later. Will your plan work?’ fransiska murmured in her heart.

30 Minutes passed, finally the room was fully filled with media crew employees. Each of the employee's cameras was turned on, making a glare-like glow illuminating Fransiska and Andreas' faces.

Czechkekrek!

Portrait sounds continued to roar inside the large building.

“Are you ready?” andreas asked, turning his face to Francesco.

“Iya, go ahead,” Fransiska said without any fear.

Andreas raised his hands in half, gesturing if he wanted to start the conversation. All the media crew instantly fell silent, the frenzied sounds of the entire human being came to a halt, replaced by the sound of a camera portrait.

“Happy day all. I say thank you very much because you all came to me at my invitation. Sorry to wait so long for the news I promised you all. Without waiting any longer, I will give the right to speak to Fransiska,” turned to the left side, “For Fransiska, please!”

“Happy noon everyone. Here I will deliver an important news regarding my relationship with Mas Andreas.”.

Hustle and bustle of voices were heard back when Fransiska was just about to announce their relationship.

“Sorry, can I continue?” ask Fransiska to calm you down in the media.

The media crew instantly fell silent, they stared at each other, then refocused on each camera in front of them. Fransiska also calmly conveyed the news about her relationship with Andreas.

“Actually me and Mas Andreas have separated. Mas Andreas dropped my talaq on the first day I entered the hospital,” explained Fransiska softly, flushed nose held back his artificial cry.

Andreas squinted his eyes.

“You should say something like I told you. If you don't say something like I said, then I won't give you the rights you want!” andreas whispers trying to threaten Fransiska.

All the media were surprised not to play.

“What's true, mr Andreas?”

“Why do you really have the heart to do something like that to your wife who just got into the hospital?”

Andreas growled, repeatedly taking deep breaths to calm his heart and mind. Feeling quite calm, Andreas stared at the glare of his camera light.

“Which man could see his wife repeatedly cheating on him in the back. Taking the equal to be alone with another man while her husband is overseas. Frances had an accident because she deserved the punishment from the Creator. And Fransiska also deserves my divorce at that time, so that she knows if in this world a family that can care for and love her is no longer with her,” explained Andreas calmly, it was as if Fransiska was guilty.

“That's true, miss Fransiska?” ask one of the media representatives.

Fransiska lowered her head, her hands rubbing roughly artificial tear circles on both her smooth faces.

“Hahaha, about my affair it is true. But what about the husband and Papa who willingly let his son die without being buried by his own two hands?” fransiska began to attack Andrew.

Andreas was silent with his eyes enlarged.

“Wah, it seems like this is big news we don't know about. Please explain in detail to us miss Fransiska!” the media began to cheer.

“Alright, I'll explain everything. But, I ask the same of you when printing it in the newspaper or broadcasting this news, every sentence I make should not be added or reduced. If caught uploading cheating, then get ready your publisher will I destroy!” fransiska made the media swallow her saliva rough.

Andreas panicked, Fransiska had not had time to unmask, he had run away from the stage chair.

The media crew immediately immediately raised their cameras, their two legs were agilely running, chasing Andreas.

“Burried!”

“Let's chase!”

“Well, not to mention that I took a deep breath, Andreas has escaped. Then I go home,” Fransiska murmured while turning her own wheelchair.

“Need to be helped?” ask a man wearing a black scuba mask, sunglasses, a black hat, and a black leather jacket.

“No need!” reject Fransiska ketus.

“The plan failed, huh?” ask the mysterious man back.

“You!” fransiska muttered that the mysterious man's voice was Daniel's.

“Yes, it's me. I'm worried so I'm standing among the reporters.”

“Our plan succeeded. The difference is, I have not had time to open everything in public,” said Fransiska with a wry face.

“No problem, let's go home,” take Daniel still hide his face in the scuba mask and glasses, while helping Fransiska get off the stage.

Just a few steps into the lobby corridor, Fransiska was still curious about the real news.

“Sorry miss, may we ask you directly?” ask one of the reporters at the other.

“Bby,” Fransiska nods not forgetting to smile.

“What did you mean by that?” ask the media crew to start directing the voice recording.

Fransiska glanced at Daniel for permission to talk about the facts. Daniel nodded, saying.

“Fakta actually, that afternoon I was about to go to the hospital to do some control, because I got violence by mistress Mas Andreas,” his hand was flicked bangs covered his forehead, “This, this, this is an old stitch. You can clearly see ‘kan if this is not a drama wound?” fransiska told me the stitches on her forehead.

The warta approached, not forgetting to photograph the old scar on Fransiska's forehead. Already got a photo of the stitches on Fransiska's forehead, journalists immediately raised a question about Andreas' mistress.

“So you said Mr Andreas has a mistress? Isn't he so loving you, that you shouldn't go far from Mr Andreas?”

“Not that you all know if a man loves his partner too much, forbid wherever he goes, except to go with him. The man was covering up his mistake. Haih, it seems like I don't need to explain too long, because all of you ‘kan a man,” break up Fransiska doesn't want to continue.

“Iya, anyway. But something still confused us. Is it true that Miss Fransiska is cheating?”

“Oh, it's not cheating. I just found the right companion for now. Finding a man who truly appreciates me, and who surely wants to make my wish come true, having a child in our household later, ” said Fransiska was very happy.

“Wah, then congratulations!” cheers from reporters congratulated Fransiska.

“About being doomed as Mr. Andreas said, about Miss Francesco's accident, is that true?” asked the grondong-haired reporter curiously.

Fransiska lowered her head, artificial teardrops slowly drenching her lap.

“Hiks, why did that cruel Mas Andreas curse me. That day I ran away from home because I was accused by Mas Andreas, and his mistress who is now his wife. Hiks..hiks!” sahut Fransiska.

“What kind of accusation is it?” ask the reporters again.

Fransiska lifted her face, looking one by one at the reporter's face.

“Do you not know if the son of Mas Andreas' mistress has died from kidnapping?” cetus Fransiska has brought reporters back to life.

“We don't know anything. Why is a secret of this magnitude not exposed to the public?” another reporter asked quickly.

“Loh, what is this incident made secret also by Mas Andreas?” bow, “Then I apologize. I can't explain much more about Mas Andreas' late son. If all of you are curious, it is better to ask yourself.” Fransiska's words stopped when Daniel began to push Fransiska's wheelchair.

“Nona, please don't tell us half-and-half about this!”

“I'm sorry, I really can't. You better just visit her house. I think he's still at home,” sorry Fransiska is sincere.

Not wanting to be rushed back by reporters, Daniel quickly brought Fransiska into the car, not far from the terrace of the building. From the start of the entry, to the road car, journalists continued to pursue Fransiska, hoping to get the news of his continuation. However, Fransiska deliberately hung it so that all the media crew invaded Andreas' house.

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