Missing In The Heart
Chapter 82.Slap.

Rachel shook her head slowly, both of her legs reflexively running away from the VVIP room of the hotel restaurant. For now he really can't see the face of Mahavir, the face of the man he started to love but at this very moment he hates. The tears are no longer unstoppable. His heart was very sick, so pierced, as if thousands of nails were stuck in his heart. His wall of love has fallen, ravaged by the false beliefs Mahavir gave. Moreover, when knowing that the people closest to him even involved. Rachel had no idea that her life was being played out like this, being cheated like this, as if she had no feelings at all.

The pounding of his shoe rights that collided with the slippery marble floor sounded echoing as his footsteps ran along the corridor. One of her hands was raised with the back of the hand attached to her nose trying to cover her cries, while one of her hands raised the subordinates of her dress to make it easier for her to run.

In the back there, Stuart tried to catch up with his long strides while carrying his longcoat left behind, but Rachel ignored him completely. He continued to run hoping not to meet Mahavir in such circumstances.

His lowered head and blurred vision caused by his flowing tears, making Rachel accidentally bump into someone walking from the opposite direction in front of her.

"Sorry, I didn't see you..." (*Sorry, I don't see you.) Rachel said bowedly hiding her face still inundated with tears.

"Darling....."

'DEG..... 'The gentle voice of the man suddenly made Rachel sculpt, with a heartbeat that pumped faster.

"Darling..What's in here?" Mahavir asked innocently and did not know the previous incident, he held both shoulders of Rachel who had staggered due to accidentally hit him.

"Dear you why? You're okay, right?" He asked again as soon as he realized Rachel's shoulder was so cold and trembling. Her net moved observing Rachel's appearance from top to bottom. "And...why are your clothes like this?"

Rachel simply fell silent in place with both lips firmly shut. Completely reluctant to give an answer.

Not getting an answer from Rachel, Mahavir turned his eyes to Stuart who had caught up and was now behind Rachel. Stuart slightly lowered his head in front of Mahavir then handed Rachel a longcoat while giving her Muda's eye code. But the clueless Mahavir only looked at Rachel and Stuart alternately with his confused gaze.

Mahavir receives a longcoat from Stuart's hand and refocuses his attention on Rachel.

"Darling, what's wrong? Why are you doing this?" He asked while attaching a longcoat to Rachel's shoulder which was still sculpting.

Mahavir's hand raised wanted to turn Rachel's face to face him, but had not had time to touch the surface of Rachel's skin, his wife immediately brushed her hand violently.

"Darling???" He fused his eyebrows together and again wanted to hold Rachel's shoulders. But again Rachel brushed both hands violently.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" rachel shouted with a trembling voice and full of emotion. Both eyes glittered at Mahavir with a gaze that Mahavir himself could not understand.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asked again, trying to hug his wife's body which was increasingly trying to get away from him. Mahavir who had been tired all day working behind a pile of files became riled up and pulled Rachel's hand. "Darling, you've got....."

'PLAKKK..... '

One loud slap landed on Mahavir's left cheek, leaving the man gasping and glued in place. Even Stuart who was standing behind the two of them rounded his eyes so surprised.

Rachel's right hand that slapped Mahavir shook violently, feeling numb and hot. Rachel pulled and looked at her flushed palm for a while. His breathing was wheezing, his heart beating uncontrollably. He himself was unconscious when he slapped so hard on Mahavir. "Sorry...." He sighed while smothering his mouth using the palm that had slapped Mahavir. "I.I beg you to leave me alone at this time...." Next, try to speak as calmly as possible. Then he again stepped both feet, leaving Mahavir still stunned in place.

"Young Master, are you okay....?" Stuart asked, looking at his young master who was still in shock.

"Sir...., sir Mahavir.....?"

"I'm fine....." Pause her words by rubbing her face. "What's this about? What the hell is going on?" Mahavir asked Stuart with a flash of emotion on the look on his face. Stuart just looked down and said sorry many times.

"Did you bring him to meet the President without my knowledge?" Guess it.

"I'm sorry, I'm just following orders. Sorry..." Stuart said with his head down. He no longer knows how to behave.

"SHITT....!!" Shouted Mahavir while holding his head with both hands.

"You go after my wife right now, follow her wherever she goes. I'll talk to the president." His orders were then executed by Stuart.

Stuart immediately ran while contacting someone through his earpiece. A secret communication device was pinned on his ear and several secret escort troops. "The young madam has just left the VVIP room. In about five minutes she will be at the lobby. Hold her there without making her suspicious until I come." (*Young lady just left the VVIP room. In about five more minutes he'll be in the lobby.keep him there without making him suspicious until I come.) His order.

While Mahavir immediately ran towards the VVIP room where the President was sitting pensively thinking about the fate of his son.

"MILKB...." Mahavir pushed the door of the VVIP room violently, two bodyguards standing at the door immediately holding both hands.

"LET ME GO!" mahavir shouted at the two men. The two bodyguards then turned their eyes to the President, and waited for his orders. After seeing one nod from the President, the two bodyguards let go of their handles and bowed respectfully and then came back out of the room.

"WHAT DID DAD TELL HIM UNTIL HE WAS HIT LIKE THAT?" mahavir shouted with emotion.

Mr. James simply fell silent as he looked at his son's face with a wounded look.

"DADDY KNOWS THAT HE'S MY LIFE, WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND ME SO MUCH??" Angry, but Mr. James still won't open his mouth.

'PRANGG... STOOP... PRANGS....'

One by one plates and glass bowls containing luxury dishes on the table Mahavir threw to the floor. Continuously until there's nothing left on that table.

Mr. James closed his eyes for a moment, exhaled slowly and then rose to his feet. Trying to be calm and not provoked by emotions.

"Don't ruin yourself like that just because of a woman."

Mahavir stared at his father's entire face full of emotion, his hands clenched tightly.

"Even I would die for it....." He challenged the father.

'PLAKKK.....'

One slap from Mr. James landed perfectly on Mahavir's left cheek, leaving a blister wound on the corner of his lip. Making her cheek that still feels numb due to Rachel's slap is now numb.

"Do you think this is all dad's fault?" (*do you think it's all dad's fault?)

"Then what really happened?" Mahavir asked with his two teary eyes.

Mr. James did not reply, he fell silent again. It was very hard for him to explain and repeat the words of his stifling daughter-in-law earlier. Both of James's eyes were closed. He clenched his teeth, making his firm jaw look hard.

Mahavir threw down his body, fell down in front of his father. His head lowered until his tears finally fell to the surface of the marble floor.

"Since the age of 13, my eyes have been glued to him. Therefore I have the spirit to live my days first, therefore I have the passion to learn, so I am trying to get better. Because I was after him I finally met my uncle and was schooled by him, because trying to save him also finally my father found myself dying at that time." Paused for a moment by swallowing his saliva several times, blinked his eyes until the round crystal that hung in the corner of his eyes fell, then again said bitterly, "Well, I am crazy, crazy for just loving him. That's how I am Dad.... So don't ever make him stay away from me, and vice versa, don't make me stay away from him."

Mr. James let out a long sigh, he himself was so hard to explain what had happened before. It was okay for him if his son misunderstood him, as long as that only son did not lose his spirit. Slowly his hand moved to grip Mahavir's shoulder, his body slightly bent, while one hand grabbed Mahavir's hand and handed him the diamond-eyed Ruby necklace on his son's palm. "I never intended to separate you. Never one bit. But you also have to realize that you can't force things to go your way." He said softly and patted his son on the shoulder several times.

"I have to go, the plane is waiting for me." He continued, then stepped foot heavily leaving Mahavir who was still silent in his place, sitting tight while looking at the necklace that was now in his grasp.

Lama Mahavir was glued to his position while pensive, until the sound of his cell phone ringing resuscitated him. Mahavir got up, grabbed his phone, a quick glance at the name of the caller and immediately receive it as he stepped his feet walked quickly out of the room that was already chaotic with glass fragments and food scattered on the floor.

"Hows it? She's okay, right?"

"Sorry Young Master, this time Young Madam is unconscious." Stuart replied at the end of the day.

"Where are you?"

"We were on the road, but not far from the hotel. Do I need my mistress to take him to the hospital?"

"Don't be afraid he'll be hysterical and attract the attention of the crowd. Take it to the Penthouse. Call Elizabeth's doctor and tell her to come. I'll catch up as soon as possible." His orders, while speeding his way to a special parking lot in the basement of the Alister hotel.

Very quickly, Mahavir was already sitting behind the wheel. Mahavir plugged in gas and the car sped up at maximum speed splitting the streets of London. The pace of sports cars that seemed to fly on the road finally arrived at the Penthouse private park with a short time. Even Mahavir arrived a few seconds before Stuart.

After Stuart opens the rear passenger door, Mahavir immediately lifts Rachel's frail body into his arms and takes her to their Penthouse unit.

Mahavir carefully laid his wife's body on the bed. Mahavir took off the heels that were still attached to both of Rachel's smooth legs then painstakingly she replaced the dress that his wife wore with a more comfortable nightgown. This time there was not the slightest desire that appeared in him to see his wife's sexy body, there was only a sense of anxiety and worry that continuously enveloped his mind.

Mahavir's one hand extended gently stroked Rachel's crown, while his one hand clasped her tightly. Dear... What the hell is going on? What makes you so devastated like this? He turned, carrying Rachel's hand to his cheek and rubbed his cheek which had received two slaps overnight with the back of his wife's hand.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

The sound of knocking on the door of his room made Mahavir's attention distracted. Mahavir grabbed Rachel's blanket and stood up and opened the door. On the doorstep stood Stuart and a middle-aged bule woman who was none other than the Alister family doctor.

Mahavir lets Elizabeth's doctor come in and examine Rachel, while she heads out to work with Stuart.

Mahavir occupied his chair with both hands resting on the table while massaging his head slowly. He had interrogated Stuart continuously, but Stuart just stood down in front of his desk while continuing to say sorry.

"Do you think the President told him who I really am?"

"That can't be Young Master, I've known the President long enough. Although it seems cold and firm, but the President will never do that."

"What makes it so? has anything strange happened to her in the past week?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the President who made it that way. During this week there was nothing strange at all, Young Madam did her activities in the office cheerfully as usual. Not until noon."

"you mean? what happened this afternoon? what's going on?"

"I've been feeling weird about Young Madam's behavior since she left Star Productions House this afternoon. Since then, the Young Madam had become gloomy, speechless, and looked pale. It's just that I dismissed suspicion because Young Madam reasoned that she was just exhausted. I have also found out through the Chairman of the company he met, but he said everything was fine until Madam left her room. And......"

"And what?"

"I also had to get a report from Merry that Madam had fainted in her office. Madam insisted on forbidding Merry to tell you."

"God...!! what exactly happened..." Mahavir rubbed his face violently, but suddenly grimaced as soon as his finger touched the corner of his chafed lips.

"Would the wound on your lips be treated first?"

"I'm fine. It's what looks hurt, but it's not what hurts....." He closed his eyes.

"Is Young Madam's slap that hard?" Stuart shuddered with pain and grabbed the medicine box on the bookshelf, took the wound ointment from the inside and applied it carefully to the corner of Mahavir's lips.

"It's not because of it...."

"What President?" Guess it.

Mahavir nodded slowly, still with his eyes closed. But from the corner of his eyes was seen back a drop of clear liquid that had fallen.

"Young Master....."

Mahavir opened his eyes and stood up. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I went back upstairs first, Elizabeth's doctor might have finished examining Rachel." He patted Stuart on the shoulder and smiled bitterly.

"I'm still gonna have to check the CCTV a week ago." Said while looking down.

Mahavir simply cleared his throat and rushed to his room to see Elizabeth's doctor.

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