Arabella And Beauty System

About Dad

After finishing her interview with Nael, Arabella returned to her rental home with a lot of plastic burgers. There were probably ten more burgers that he had brought inside that pelastic.

"Geez.. Where do I put this many burgers? Do I need to have a funeral tomorrow?", asked Arabella alone to see many of her pelastics containing burgers in her hands.

Srieek...

It just so happened that the front door opened before Arabella knocked her. His mother's face seemed to ask questions and also looked worried.

"At last you come home Arabella, are you okay?", the woman immediately hugged the child and rubbed Arabella's forehead to check whether Arabella had a fever or not.

"I'm okay mom, I was just told to interview. When I was told to talk, just got a fever? Hehe"

After that, the girl is welcome to enter the living room. Arabella immediately put the pelastic containing the burger she was holding onto the table.

"Arabella, I'm so worried about you, especially if you went out without my mom letting me go first" said Irene, Arabella's mother.

"Ah, but I've been yelling for my mom's permission, hehe"

"Hm. if you're like that again, mama won't allow you to be a detective again", Irene put on a stern look.

"J-don't mama. Arabella likes this job, please don't do that. Arabella promised, after this if Arabella wants to go to an interview or other task, Arabella will ask permission first to mama", Arabella put on a smile and raised her right hand into the air, it was as if he would truly promise in the name of God in the heavens.

"Hm.", but Irene looked sad. He lowered his head for a moment, then looked back at Arabella, the only child with a sad look, "Arabella, you know, your father died as a detective?"

There was silence between them for a few moments.

Arabella scrunched her forehead and heard her mother suddenly change the topic a little.

He certainly knew about it, about his father, who was a dashing intelligence detective, was killed while trying to pursue a murderer. It happened when Arabella was five years old, and Irene told her more clearly about the incident when Arabella was ten.

It seems that the story of the plaintiff is still imprinted in Irene's memory. Since the man was rumored dead, Irene never again watched television broadcasts related to the murder case, even hearing the word 'murder' alone she might be able to faint.

The sad news left Irene traumatized, but fortunately not Arabella. Although Arabella is an innocent girl, forgetful and annoying, but she is not even afraid of things related to it.

Arabella Cathan was more afraid that she would be scolded, or when lecturer George, a maths lecturer in her class, came to teach.

"Don't think about it anymore ma, if you keep thinking about it, your fear will not go away until anytime. If mama continues like this, the father up there will also be sad", said Arabella while stroking her mother's hand.

Irene nodded softly, she who originally lowered her head holding back tears, now raised her head and turned her head towards her daughter who had just cheered her up.

"You're right, son. Thank you for making my mother more relieved", the woman smiled warmly.

*

From 6am to 8pm, Andrew was still in his father's private room, on the highest floor of the Darian Group building, his father's largest property management center. Andrew who was named as the main director by his father, of course, will always help the task and problems that occur with their large property business.

The man looked confused staring at the many neatly arranged files on his desk.

"Hhh.", he sighed for a moment.

He then walked slowly towards the window, and opened the window window so that the cool night air entered his handsome face.

The man closed his eyes for a moment. He seemed to enjoy the air coming in from the window. A few minutes later, the wind was getting stronger. So tight, making the man's hair look random a little. The wind was also interspersed with the arrival of several points of water that came to hit the man's face.

In the stillness of the room, Andrew still enjoyed the drizzly mixed wind that hit his face. The man almost never felt such calm. He was always preoccupied with office and company problems.

Sriekk..

Andrew turned his head towards the door, and saw a smiling Sophia walking in towards him.

In the woman's hand was a simple meal. But Andrew did not focus on the food supply, he focused on Sophia who smiled at him, like a strange person he thought.

Andrew did not intend to return the smile, he instead put on a serious look.

"What are you doing here?", Andrew asked.

Sophia's face instantly turned sour, "Eh? Every time I go to your private room you ask with a sour face!"

"This is my father's private room, not mine. And one more thing, knock on the door before you open it"

Sophia rolled her eyes, "Who told you not to lock?"

Andrew was silent for a moment. Right too, he thought. The man did not have time to think of locking the door because when he entered the room, he was immediately busy with the affairs of paper scattered on his desk .

"Omong by the way", Sophia put the yellow food she brought onto the table, then opened the lid of the food supply, "This is for you", Sophia put on a big smile.

The woman still put on her most beautiful smile, waiting until the man she liked came to her and saw the food she brought up close.

Andrew did it.

He walked up to Sophia, leaving the window still open, to see the food the girl was carrying.

And when he saw the contents of the delicious-looking sandwich, Andrew put on a more sour face.

"You just eat, I don't taste"

Sophia widened her eyes, "Eh? Andrew's? I'm tired of cooking this for you..!"

"Say you eat it, I don't want to eat it!"

Sophia quickly closed the food with the lid she held. The girl then looked at the man in front of her with an intense gaze, "Why did you become like this, Andrew? Is it because there is another woman?!"

Andrew raised his eyebrows.

Another woman? Who do you think you are? You said as if you were my girlfriend, you weirdo..

"What do you mean?"

"Andrew, please don't lie to you. Tell me who that woman is!"

"I don't understand what you mean! We're both not fiancees, not dating, let alone husband and wife. Another woman? What do you mean?!"

Sophia paused for a moment to think of a more appropriate answer, "You should quickly ask Mr. Raymond to get engaged. And once we're engaged, you won't see another woman again, and you'll fall in love with me!"

"I never loved you. So close that crap to marry me!", Andrew raised his voice.

Sophia's mouth was locked again. The two of them stared for a few seconds. Afterwards, Andrew went out of the room, leaving Sophia still in place.

"It sucks!", cried Sophia who was still standing in her place, while randomizing her own hair.

The next chapter is still unrevised yes brother brother.😊. Will be revised soon