Sigh...

"Thank's! And sorry..." Dinda lowered her gaze with a look of sadness on her face.

The two of them were currently in the living room of the apartment. Dinda, who was busy flicking through the television channels, was visited by Indra, who had just finished escorting Anggoro to the basement of the building. But when Indra sat on the sofa intending to accompany Dinda, the woman immediately said something like that.

Seeing Dinda's attitude made Indra feel surprised, he raised one eyebrow and looked at his wife questioningly.

"Thank you and sorry? for what?" he asked.

Dinda let out a long sigh while looking at her husband with a flat gaze.

"Thanks for coming home, and sorry for... interrupting your time with her," she said.

Indra gasped a little at this, not expecting Dinda to feel guilty like this when in fact it was probably the other way around.

The man smiled, realizing that seeing Dinda's attitude like this made him look adorable. Dinda continued to hide her face, which was red from embarrassment.

"I see. You're welcome, but I think I should be the one thanking you," Indra said, making Dinda turn to him in an instant.

Dinda furrowed her brows, not quite understanding the words of the man in front of her, who was looking at her with a smile.

"Thank you for telling me to go home immediately," Indra explained regardless of his wife's expression.

For an instant, Dinda's face turned as red as a boiled crab! Her chest rumbled as she heard those words, the trembling in her body was inevitable.

But Dinda certainly tried to hide it, she quickly blinked her eyes to control herself. "Ah! It's because Papa suddenly came here. So I can't help but tell you to go home."

Indra grinned as he nodded in understanding, he no longer discussed the matter further, understanding because of Dinda's attitude, which currently looked all wrong, and even tried to hide her flushed face.

"But, Indra. What about that woman? I'm sure she's angry with me right now because we broke the deal," said Dinda.

Her face turned grim again, and her gaze dimmed to show a deep concern about what would happen in the future. Seeing Dinda's behavior, Indra certainly understood and immediately racked his brains.

"Don't worry too much. I'll talk to her later," Indra said, trying to calm her down. "You rest, you must be tired."

Dinda nodded even though her face flushed again at Indra's sweet and caring words, realizing that the woman was too obvious... Dinda quickly got up from the sofa as she controlled her pounding feelings.

"O-okay! I'll go to bed first then," she said with quick steps, but she stopped again when her steps reached the hallway. "Oh, yes. Your room is over there, Papa's subordinates have tidied it up," he said again, pointing to a door behind the sofa Indra was sitting on.

"Okay, thank you," Indra replied without forgetting to smile.

Without lingering any longer, Dinda immediately resumed her steps towards the room, no longer able to contain the turmoil of feelings that had now managed to overcome her. The same went for Indra as he left, trying to calm his chest that was increasingly rumbling because he had said some sweet words that he had never said before.

Even Indra himself did not expect that he could say such words because they came out automatically without even thinking about it.

"Ish! Why have I lost control lately?" He cursed to himself, "I should apologize because Dinda might not be comfortable with what I said."

Meanwhile at Anggoro's residence, the middle-aged man who had just arrived and plonked himself down on the sofa in the living room was looking grim. After leaving the apartment where his son and daughter lived, Anggoro was silent throughout the journey, his mind filled with the disturbing events he felt. Even when he arrived at his residence, he remained silent and responded to the greetings and offers made by his household assistant.

"Why am I still feeling bad like this? Is there something wrong with that man?" he muttered to himself.

Anggoro then reached for his mobile phone and reopened the picture message sent by his messenger a few moments ago, his gaze squinting at the picture on the phone.

"Did I send the wrong person? But I myself believe that this man is Indra, my son-in-law."

Anggoro fell silent again and observed the man in the picture, who was seen walking in a large room that looked unfamiliar.

"If this man is really my son-in-law, what is he doing there on the night of his wedding?" he asked himself.

The man knew and recognized Indra even though they had only met for less than a month, so Anggoro immediately moved to confirm the man's whereabouts at his son's apartment shortly after receiving the photo. However, it turned out that he misunderstood because Indra went out to buy food, as Dinda explained.

Anggoro also didn't really discuss it further because he didn't want to make Dinda uncomfortable and cause a scene when his son had just got married and was enjoying a happy day.

And now? The old man harbored his own indecision, even though he tried to get rid of the negative thoughts about his son-in-law, but unfortunately it always failed to the point that it made his head feel dizzy.

"Sir..."

The low baritone voice broke Anggoro's reverie. Yes! Engrossed in his thoughts, Anggoro didn't realize that the man dressed all in black who was one of his messengers had arrived right in front of him.

"Ah! I wonder who." Anggoro fixed his sitting position and returned to discussing the man in his mobile phone portrait.

"Excuse me, what is it that you called me?" asked the mysterious man with a downcast look.

Anggoro massaged his temples to try and ease the dizziness. "Aren't you mistaken?" he asked as he showed the picture.

The man in black then fell silent as he narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the picture on his master's mobile phone.

"Sorry. What do you mean, sir?"

Anggoro snorted, "I've confirmed it, but the man said he went to look for food for my daughter, not at the place you reported."

The stranger gasped, hearing his master's statement.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't be wrong, that man did come to the apartment. I myself have been following him since he left the young lady's apartment. I-"

"No mistake!?" Anggoro quickly cut off the man's words, "Then, who exactly did I just meet in my daughter's apartment? Do you mean to say that I met a fake!?"

The stranger fell silent, along with the atmosphere that had turned tense. Anggoro also now did not hesitate to raise his tone as he glared at the man in front of him.