Duplicate Daddy

Not Romantic

The cute girl who had slightly curly hair had just come out of the restaurant. He had already changed the maid uniform with a change of clothes. She is Glenda Abraham, but her friends only know Glenda's identity without Abraham's frills.

Glenda held tightly to the bouquet of flowers she had gotten since morning. He'll take her home.

Zelene was waiting for him in front of the restaurant at the agreed time

"Hi, honey. Wow, what a beautiful flower. Who gave it to him?" search Mama.

"Come, Ma. From my first secret admirer," he replied innocently. Vigor is overprotective of his daughter.

"Okay, put it in the motorcycle seat. Mom is ready to interrogate. Okay, babe?"

"OK, Ma. Please," replied Glenda spirit.

Glenda put on the helmet her mother gave her after putting in the bouquet. When it was finished, Zelene drove the bike. Along the way he looked very relaxed, but something stuck in his mind. A black car followed him continuously while on the big road. It looks like the car was deliberately following him.

Zelene is not out of her mind. He had to find a narrow alley to outwit the car.

Glenda was shocked at her mother's behavior. Why would you suddenly have to go in and out of a narrow alley like this?

"Ma, why don't you take the usual road?" glenda asked a little scream.

Zelene did not answer. He focused on his motorbike so that it would get to his home.

Glenda seemed to be starting to be unsafe. I'd better ask Daddy to take him home in the same car.

Passing through the alley made Zelene's travel route a little further than usual. His motorbike had entered his yard and stopped right in front of the garage.

Zelene parked his bike there. Not forgetting, he opened his seat and handed me the bouquet of roses.

"Thank you, Ma. Oh yeah, why did Mama rush and change our route suddenly?"

Zelene went into the house followed by her daughter.

"There's a black car tailing us, honey. Mommy's just worried" said Zelene.

"Mommy don't worry. Maybe the car's route is the same as ours. Mommy's feeling is too much," Glenda replied. The girl went straight into her room and placed the beautiful bouquet of flowers on her dresser.

Whoa, Mr. D. Don't make me curious! Who exactly are you?

Glenda's heart is very flowery. Her dream of getting a romantic man can be realized. The proof, the man sent a bouquet of flowers for her. The model is also very classy.

Tok to tok.

"Lake in!" answer Glenda.

Chequek!

Her mom entered with curiosity. The middle-aged woman wanted to know the information about the sender of the flower bouquet.

"Darling, who's the sender?" ask Zelene.

"From Mr. D, Ma," replied Glenda.

What a strange initial. Why do I even remember the name of Dizon, the husband of the strange doctor Olivia. After going abroad, sister-in-law also did not know the news. Especially Kayana who suddenly disappeared. Ish, amit-amy. Dizon is old. How could she have sent a bouquet of flowers to my young son. Oh, my God, why am I still so upset with that guy? Sean forgot about it and let him be happy.

"Hi, Mom. Why dream like that?" ask Glenda.

"Mommy's sorry, honey. Mommy remembers something with the initials D, but forget it. Where could he be. He is very old, after all," he said.

"Who, Mom? Mommy's ex-boyfriend?" ask Glenda.

"No, Honey. Only a freak has ever fought Om Sean. Forgetit! Mommy had actually forgotten, but the initials D reminded Mommy of her."

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Elsewhere, a man was upset. He hit the steering wheel of his car as a form of impingement for not succeeding in trailing his target girl. With great difficulty he asked for permission to go home early to get the girl's address.

"Mom was cool. He realized he was being followed. Who exactly were the middle-aged girl and woman? It doesn't seem like an ordinary person" grumbled Darsh. Though she deliberately followed slowly, but the middle-aged woman was quick to notice her existence.

Darsh is getting more and more convinced of the girl. He must be on par with himself. Maybe for some reason, his parents deliberately kept his identity a secret.

"I'm getting curious about you, Glen. Why is it so hard to get you?" darsh.

Darsh turns his car around, but not toward where he lives but to Frey's house. He wanted to entertain himself there.

It didn't take long, the car entered Frey's yard. That guy must be home.

Darsh pressed the doorbell of the house. Not long after, the owner opened it. Who else if not Frey. His parents were rarely at home.

"Hi, Mr. CEO. Looks like you got the wrong address" said Frey.

"I just want to play here. I stopped by on purpose" he replied. Darsh follows Frey into his usual room. There are only two men because his other best friend does not know the sudden arrival of Darsh.

"You having a problem, Darsh?" search Frey. It was common for the man to always look for friends to melt his chaotic mood. Darsh is exactly his Papa. Even if he has a problem, he rarely wants to share his complaints with others. Darsh is a typical guy who can keep secrets very well.

"No, Frey. I happened to pass by. I thought you guys stopped by and I wasn't too busy at the office. My father still gives freedom for the next six days."

Frey was about to go get a drink, but Darsh prevented it.

"I'm not long, really. Just for a minute" he said.

Frey sat back in his chair. He looked at the face of his best friend. He was trying to find an answer to his question just now.

"You sure there's no problem? Just say! I can keep my mouth shut, really," said Frey.

It's true, Frey was Darsh's best friend since childhood. However, regarding Glen, Darsh doesn't want many people to know except for his family. Not to hide that fact, but according to Darsh the fewer people who know the better until Darsh can get it.

"Yes, Frey. I just stopped by" she replied tired.

The two were silent for about five minutes, then Frey started the conversation again.

"Have you told Om Dizon about what I said the other day?" ask Frey.

"Oh, about that. I haven't said it at all. Wait, after a week at work, I'll say it. Please be patient for a moment, yes. I'm still adjusting to work in Papa's office."

"OK, no problem, Darsh. Earlier, thank you," replied Frey.

Am I just trying to ask him? Am I a romantic type or not? It feels romantic forcing like a robot running out of batre being forced to walk. It's stiff!

"Frey, I wanted to ask you a question. Please tell me honestly."

"Yes, just say it!" Frey leaned his body against the sofa.

"You think I'm a romantic, aren't I?"

Spontaneous Frey immediately laughed at his best friend. Sounds pretty funny about that question.

"Why are you laughing? I seriously asked like that." Darsh hopes to get answers.

"Hi, refrigerator man. Everywhere the human name of the refrigerator is no romantic at all. It feels very strange if a human like you suddenly can be romantic. That's all according to my observation" Frey replied.

Frey's words have a point. He tried to buy a bouquet of flowers when it could not be romantic. He forced to write a short message using his initials, and it was like a walking robot. Not romantic at all!

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