Dion's bad luck

"Why did Daddy make life difficult for me? Living or dying still troubles me," grumbled Dion.

Dion rubbed his face roughly. He crumpled the paper he still had in his hand and threw it away. Frustration and anger enveloped his heart. Hendra's warning letter made her heartache. Not because Hendra intended to seize Savira. But the loss of assets and possessions made the man furious

Purnawan's only son unsteadily walked downstairs, to the warehouse that had turned into Savira's room. He glanced at the dining table. But it was empty, not even a morsel of food could cure his hunger.

"It turns out that she doesn't cook, that's outrageous. A woman like that only wants wealth. How could she cook for me."

"Savira!" called Dion while banging on the bedroom door.

"Savira!"

"Savira!"

Up to three times, Dion called his wife's name. But the woman didn't even answer what else to open the door. Dion clenched his fists at the sides, anger had dominated his heart.

BREAK!

He kicked the door until