The Pawn of Stepmother
Gia Plan

If Ferow's face is confused to hear Beril's words, Love is actually nervous. He didn't want it to be revealed before his time. The company is controlled by Anggun but the ownership of course is still in the name of Ferow. And the next owner will of course fall on the Inca. No. gabe. This should not end without her getting anything from her husband.

"Well, isn't this working with you, is it? Then where's he working?" ask Ferow who is back in voice

And Beril shook his head not knowing what to answer because that was the truth. "I don't know, Sir. Because I did not have communication with the Inca because it was busy. Today I just have time to visit you and the Inca." explained Beril again.

For a moment Ferow was silent thinking about where his son had been all this time. Until the voice of Love was heard breaking the old man's daydream.

"Dad...The Inca always tells us. That means he's fine. I need to get well soon so I can see the Inca." said Kasih gently.

Beril finally told me about the work with Ferow until he finally decided to go home. Disappointed, of course, not to be able to meet the Inca, especially the woman chose to work elsewhere rather than return with her company.

“Do you not want to work for my company, Inka? Until you're willing to leave your sick father? I will not be cruel it gives you a job to have to get out of the house.” he muttered softly in the car.

Beril is still trying to think what made the Inca not give him any news at all. His last meeting with the lover was a job offer that would not take much time. However, his arrival to meet the Inca to ask the decision was not at all in accordance with expectations.

Rifyal seemed to be thinking about something that he was difficult to solve. Marrying the Inca is not an easy thing to marry just like that. There was a blessing from the father that the Inca had to get.

The marriage plan that day failed. Rifyal trust people can not provide a solution to this problem. And the Inca could only confine themselves in the guest room when they saw the working hours that would run out, meaning Gia would soon return home.

“Honey,” that soft call was heard when the sound of heels touched the marble floor of the house owned by Rifyal.

“Gia,” say it with a flat expression.

Rifyal is even reluctant at this time to touch his wife's tubh. The woman he loved with all his heart hurt him. Giving her body to another woman for the sake of ambition.

“Rif, i..want to say something.” he said spoiled.

Rifyal just silently listened to what the woman wanted to say.

“My seventh pregnancy period in the next seven months we will be out of the country? I want our child born there and we implement independent living since he was a baby.” Doubtful Gia spoke with a voice made as marbled as possible.

Of course, all of that was for the safety of the Incas from families who could have acted unexpectedly. The Rifyal of course knows the plan of the wife. The man could only nod obediently. It doesn't matter to him about family. At least he would easily solve this problem.