MY WIFE'S TEARS MY KARMA
CHAPTER 28

Amel, Ronan's secretary welcomed the arrival of his boss' son in the company to replace the deceased father.

“ Internal meetings will be held shortly e...”.

“ Come with me to the meeting room...”, said Amel politely.

The two immediately walked to the meeting room where the employees had gathered there to welcome their new leader.

Azkia who used to go quite often to the office and help her papa work before marriage is no stranger to the faces of AH Group employees who stand in front of her today.

After a brief self-introduction was done, Azki also began to ask for reports from each of the – divisions that exist for him to evaluate.

At least, he must know the latest progress of the movement from each – division so that he can determine what policies need to be taken to overcome the current problems.

Having been notified through the group last night, all divisions immediately submitted their reports to Amel.

“ I think today's meeting is enough here..”.

“ I will hold a meeting again after studying the report you deposited today.”, said Azkia closed the meeting.

Everyone rushed back to their room – each with high hopes if Azkia was able to bring AH Group out of the current problems.

Before lunchtime, Jacob comes to Azkia's office to help the girl find a solution to the problems her company is facing.

Azkia who is basically very intelligent can easily capture all the explanations given by Jacob and immediately apply them.

They both look serious about studying every file in front of them carefully so that the existing problems can be quickly resolved before affecting the company deeply enough.

Meanwhile, Ardan looks unfocused because his mind drifts to his wife who is currently with his eternal rival, Jacob Wang.

If you do not have an important appointment with a client, maybe Ardan will now immediately slide to his wife's office and ask for an explanation.

“ No...”

“ There's no way I feel jealous..”.

“ I just don't want Jacob to use that stupid girl to attack me..”, Ardan muttered while shaking – shook his head.

Ardan continued to deny the feelings that began to grow in his heart to Azkia as hard as he could and continued to doctrine himself if all the worries he felt now were purely due to the presence of Jacob Wang who was thought to be trying to find a gap to destroy.

Although everything has been planned as neatly as possible, but still Ardan had to go home at night because the work seemed to be endless continues to approach today.

At home, Azkia is having dinner with her mother-in-law who she thinks will return home after finding out she has been working.

It seems that Melati still wants to make sure if Azkia's condition is right good – is fine because it does not want something bad to happen to her favorite daughter-in-law.

“ Azkia where bun ?...”, asked Ardan so he got home.

“ Just got into her room..”.

“ You want to eat first what shower first Ar ?..”, asked Melati while walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner for her son.

Since she was in her rash, Azkia had never prepared a meal for her husband the way she did.

Melati is quite understanding and does not reprimand her daughter-in-law and prefers to take care of her own child because it assumes that Azkia is still hurt by all the things that have happened to her.

Ardan walked quickly before his wife's door was shut so he could speak to Azkia.

“ Wait...”

“ I want to talk to you...”, said Ardan while holding the door leaf with his foot.

“ There's nothing we should talk about..”.

“ Go...”, drive Azkia away in a flat and cold tone.

“ What is your relationship with Jacob..”.

“ If there is a problem in your papa company, why not ask for help me or dad only..”.

“ We can help you solve more problems than your friend...”, said Ardan full of emphasis.

“ Is none of your business...”

“ Go there..."

" I want to rest...”, Azkia said as she sauntered away to her bed.

“ Ohhh I know now..”.

“ You do not want to talk to me or ask for my help because you do not want me to interfere with your activities with your affair..”.

“ Say...”.

“ What have you done with Jacob ?...”

“ Handrails...”

“ Hugs...”.

“ Kiss....”

" Or already on the move on the bed", said Ardan mocking.

PLAQUE !!!!.....

“ Shut your foul mouth that...”.

“ Do not equate me with your depraved behavior...”, said Azkia while turning and.

looking at Ardan

Seeing Azkia looking at him with nyalang, Ardan's emotions began to ignite until the harsh words came back out of his mouth.

“ I bejad...”

“ Then what are you\, J****G....”

“ Where there is a good girl – who gave up her virginity not to her husband..”, said Ardan humbled.

“ Better, shut your foul mouth if you do not know the facts...”, said Azkia rebuked.

This time Azkia will turn things around. If before, Ardan had always used the death of her twin sister as an excuse to torture her then this time Azkia would have done the same to what her husband had done.

Azkia will continue to make Ardan feel guilty because however her husband has a huge contribution to the death of the father.

“ If you think that mas Ardi died because of me then I will also accuse you as the cause of my papa's death..”.

“ Need you remember well – well..”.

“ My Papa died of shock after knowing and seeing firsthand the evidence of your crimes against me…. ”

“ Even papa also saw how depraved you are for bringing your affair to live in the house we occupy and perform immoral acts there.”.

“ So, we break even now...”, said Azkia Flames – fire.

Ardan was flabbergasted at all the words his wife had said to him, feeling so sharp and poignant.

He did not expect that Azkia would turn the facts upside down and attack him mercilessly like this.

“ What is this pain like to be accused of being the cause of someone's death even though we do not feel like killing him directly..”.

“ What is this that Azkia has been feeling every time I accuse her of being the killer of my twin sister...”, Ardan's inner pain.

Azkia who saw Ardan was still glued to his place with a grim face began to lose patience and again snapped at him.

“ Get out of my room right now !!...”, cried Azkia while pointing to the door.

“ Azkia..

“ Let me talk to you for a moment...”, Ardan said beginning to soften his voice with a pleading gaze.

“ There is nothing we need to talk about anymore and get out now !!!…..”, Azkia again spoke in a high tone while pushing Ardan's body out of her room.

Brakkk !!!!....

The bedroom door closed violently and Ardan could only cluck in annoyance as he felt he had still not finished talking to his wife.

Ardan, who was still trying to talk to Azkia, finally gave up after his wife did not want to go out and open the room door for him.

“ Ck, stubborn base...”, the decak is getting irritated.

With his face bent, Ardan stepped into the backyard of the house to calm his mind that was starting to get upset.

Taken a cigarette from behind his pants pocket and sucked in – deep, trying to win his mind that feels full by various things to make his chest feel tight.

“ I think I should start quitting smoking now...” , he muttered while holding his chest which was very painful.

Ronan's last words and requests reverberated in his ears, making the guilt that began to flourish in his heart feel so torturous.

For the first time Ardan felt guilty towards his wife for torturing him so cruelly all this time.

Ardan who still continued to hold onto his chest while crouching withstanding the agonizing pain involuntarily began to shed tears.

Still clutching his chest, Ardan attempted to take a deep breath – deep and exhaled it lingeringly in the hope that this tightness would soon disappear.

Ardan began to realize that all this time he had hurt Azkia so deeply that his wife was difficult to accept an apology from him.

And Ardan who inexplicably very easy to get shaken emotions when dealing with Azkia until the harsh words continue to flow easily in front of the wife.

The more guilt in Ardan's heart grew, as if showering him mercilessly made him begin to have trouble breathing and curling up on the ground in tears.

Unbeknownst to Ardan, from behind the dark window of the room Azkia continued to observe all the actions of her husband sharply.

“ Like rice has become porridge..”.

“ Your regrets will not be able to restore everything as before.”.

“ Like glass that has been cracked, although repaired he will still leave a mark..”.

“ So does the wound of my heart, the scars that are so deep that it makes my true soul slump....”, the inner Azkia is sharp.

Clasping the knit sweater she was wearing, Azkia immediately got on the bed, pulled out the blanket and immediately entered the dreamland letting the husband outside fall down with regret.