Wife President's Deposits
Chapter 90 Missing

Zahra saw Royhan approaching a clothing store that seemed to be just starting to open. Visible from the shop door decoration and ribbons that have just been cut. With a careful step Zahra looked over from behind the glass, Royhan approached a man, then handed the little boy to a man.

The little guy seemed to be laughing and the grown man kissed the little guy dearly. Looks familiar, like a father and son. Zahra breathed. He thinks it's Deya's sister's son with her father. Actually no.

With a gontai move Zahra left the place. "How, Non?"

Zahra did not say anything just spreading her shoulders.

"Don't tell Dad that we just met Roy."

"Why, Non?"

"So, you look at Royhan like you're avoiding me."

"They must have their own reasons for disappearing and dodging."

'Yes, it's all because I want Deya's sister to leave.'

"Indeed for what Non Zahra wants to know about Roy?"

"Ck doesn't want to know about Roy, but wants to know where Kak Deya lives, I want to apologize." There was a tone of regret in Zahra's voice.

"Are we waiting for them to finish. After that, follow where they go. Maybe there we can find Mrs Deya."

Zahra clenched her lips tightly and nodded. "If it's long, won't you ask," he stopped walking looking back, toward the store.

"We make excuses if a tire leaks in the road."

Zahra smiled, her sad eyes flashed for a moment.

"Sir Slamet is really smart." He patted the driver's arm. Then turning.

"This time it's a spy, sir?" Mr. Slamet nodded. "We have to hide where this is so we don't get caught lurking."

Zahra was in a daze to find the right place for her to wait for Roy to come out of the store and go home.

"Here, Non."

Three hours later.

Zahra's car stopped when he saw Roy's car stop in front of a house in a middle-class housing complex. Someone from the inside started opening the gate, it was Miss Ratmi. While Angga came out first to open the side door and took Dafi who fell asleep from Roy's lap.

Deya out. Zahra's eyes widened.

"Look sir, it's Brother Deya," pointed Zahra Pak Slamet nodded.

Deya approached Angga and kissed Dafi. Laughing, I don't know what they're talking about, but they look like a happy family. Zahra watched the little family closely. Suddenly his memory returns when Deya often invites him to joke first. Things he currently does not get anymore. Whether it's from his mother or his father. They are both too involved in work. Until forgetting. Just meet at breakfast the rest never meet.

Deya re-entered the house with a waist hugged by Angga. That thing, being the guts of Zahra.

"Yes, the Madam already seems happy with her family." Mr. Slamet looked at Zahra. The boy was saddened by what he saw. His eyes glazed over making the man unable to bear to see her. He tried to guess what the nearly fourteen-year-old was thinking.

Zahra sighed. "We'll just go home, sir, but remember don't tell Dad this."

Zahra's words made Mr. Slamet think that Zahra did not want his mistress' wife to return to Mr. Edward. He tried to respect the decision even though he wanted to rebel. He knew his master was still looking for his wife who apparently lived not far from them.

However, seeing the happiness of his former employer's wife makes Mr. Slamet not have the heart to damage it again. Deya has sacrificed too much for Mr. Edward's family life. If he comes back again, there will be a commotion like three years ago. He also did not want it to happen again.

The car started moving backwards, turning and leaving the place. For a moment Roy who had realized that Zahra had followed turned to look at the moving car.

"What are you going to do again, Zahra? You've hurt my brother enough."

***

The wind blew his face. His eyes did not blink looking at the sky. Sighing and staring around. He entered the area where a major event of the city was taking place. His company is one of the few companies that do promotions in this place.

His efforts have now spread to various sectors. From what was once only the mining sector has now begun to penetrate into the automotive world.

Edward's company was the show's biggest sponsor. He was one of the guests of honor. He came along with the Governor and some of the ranks of the top officials of this country. A series of welcome processions occurred.

Edward was turning to see the rows of stands of several micro businesses that are growing rapidly in this area, he was cool to talk with the people next to him position is one row behind the Governor. He was surrounded by officials and businessmen. Talk about the current business development.

"This is it, our young entrepreneurs who are successful in the online world. His business is growing rapidly which was only a billion dollars a month now into billions of rupiah," said Mr. Governor.

Deya smile. "It's not what I can do if I don't have the right goals and people who support my cause."

The deg!

Edward knew his voice. The voice he missed so much. His chest began to rumble loudly. Tilting his head because his view was blocked by the body of the Governor.

His breathing instantly stopped when he saw who was in front of him. His eyes are hot and red. It felt like he was pulling Deya's body right now to make sure what he saw wasn't wrong.

'Yeah, that's Deya. He looked different, more mature and a little contained where he should be. But all of that adds to her beauty. The sound is the same, it's not a dream, is it?' edward patted his own cheek.

"Still young, beautiful and clever" muttered next to Edward as he nudged Edward. Edward remained silent.

"Sir Ed, what's wrong with you?" ask someone next to Edward. Looking at Edward's gaze and smiling. The charm of the woman was clearly felt in every Adam who saw her.

"She is indeed beautiful, we can get acquainted with her after this," whispered the man to Edward's senses. He doesn't like his woman being seen by other men. Edward clenched his hands.

The Governor walked away after asking about the goods Deya displayed at this event. Craft items that have been modified. Miniature a set of musical instruments betawi residents. Then clothes and t-shirts that are themed with the art of Jakarta.

Deya was seen exhaling a sigh of relief after Mr. Governor passed him. One hand held his shoulder from behind.

The deg!

The smell of her perfume was very familiar and she missed it. His body froze for a moment. It was as if there was a flow of electricity that made it stiffen and unable to move.