Duplicate Daddy

Mysterious Servant

"I will support my husband. Darsh, I think there's something strange. You remember what happened in Owen's apartment a few months ago until Max became a suspect. Does Max know anything?"

The deg!

Smart. That's what's meant for the wife, Glenda. Why did Darsh forget his best friend? Isn't the closest thing to Max?

"Don't the spontaneous engagement that was done in front of me was at Willow's request? It's possible that the girl deliberately lured me whether I liked it or not?"

"Oh my goodness, Darsh. Why don't we even know at all? Then, what is Willow's real purpose?"

"That's what I'm looking for."

Glenda came down from her lap. If it continues, Glenda could be caliph and increasingly ask for more.

"Eh, why come down? Didn't you ask to be pampered and cared for?" darsh.

"I don't want you to get perverted, Darsh."

"Hemm, okay."

Glenda was about to enter the bathroom, but Darsh prevented her. "Wait on! Where are you going?"

"I just want to wash my face. Why?"

"Here you go. Just hang with me for a second. I still miss you."

"Ish, what is this appeal, Darsh? I think the Willow effect of telling you love makes you afraid of losing me, huh?" Of course Glenda would continue to tease him.

"Hemm, what are you talking about? Love and you will never be replaced, Glenda. You're the first and last person who'll be with me forever. Don't ever change or try to leave me."

Men as cold as the refrigerator can also turn as warm and romantic as this. Glenda felt that the fear of losing her was much greater than anything else. It already shows that Darsh loves her very much.

"Do you want to stay here with all your curiosity? You better get ready and meet Max. Hope you get the answer."

Yeah, Darsh almost forgot about Max. His wife was indeed a panacea alarm as a reminder of the things he had forgotten.

"All right."

...*****...

Darsh is now in a detention house that is quite far from where he lives. It took me hours to get there. Actually this was not a visitation hour, but he asked for permission to meet because there was a very serious interest.

"Darsh, are you here?" Max looks a little skinny. Only a few months left, he completed his sentence.

"I'm sorry, I've been ignoring you all along."

During his time in prison, none of his friends came to see him. Max did not dispute. Moreover, his showroom business continues to run smoothly. Even though he never knew the report.

"No problem. I'm glad you're still taking care of my business. Oh yeah, what are you doing here? The problem is it's not visiting hours."

"Do you know anything about Willow?"

The deg!

"Whatchu mean? I've got nothing to do with that woman." Max wanted to avoid that simple question.

"Max, this time please help me. It's about the survival of many. My parents, me, and Owen. The safety of my family also depends on the answers you give."

The deg!

What's the matter? Why does it seem like something big is happening? Inner Max.

"I know we may all be selfish never to hear your defense, but here are many hearts that will be hurt if you don't want to tell the truth." Darsh pleads with pity. He realized that he had been wrong about Max and only realized it today.

"I don't think that's necessary anymore, Darsh. Just wait till I get out of here."

The deg!

That's still half a year away. I don't know, what will Willow do to his family? However, why was he only targeting the Damarion family? Not the Armstrong family?

"Max, once again I'm sorry to you. We are selfish. But you know that Owen is now married to Willow. Do you also know that Willow likes me too?"

Gluey!

Why go anywhere? What exactly is Willow's other goal? Inner Max.

"I won't tell you anything, Darsh. However, I'll write down anything you want to know about him."

Max asked for a piece of paper and wrote down everything he knew. I don't know, Max has a purpose? Why didn't he tell me directly? It felt very strange to have to wait for Max to write down some important points. Maybe it was because Max was lazy to talk to him.

Waiting for Max takes a lot of time. Only in the 20th minute, Darsh received a piece of paper that had been folded very neatly. Darsh wants to read it right away, but Max forbids it.

"Read when you get home. I don't want to during the trip you think about this. Oh yeah, this is the first and last time you've come here."

The deg!

Did Max break his relationship with Darsh? Why did he suddenly dodge like that?

"You don't want to see me again?" ask Darsh before leaving the detention house.

"You don't have to ask me that. All the answers are in the letter. Please understand."

Not long, Max is back. Darsh immediately put the paper in his pocket. He went straight to the car and got home.

Along the way home, Darsh still thought about what the letter contained? It felt like his heart was getting sick considering Max was unwilling to talk to him.

"Am I being too much of a Max?"

Perhaps without realizing it, neither Owen nor Darsh could understand Max well. That's why Max would rather be silent than have to tell her.

"I'm sorry, Max. We've made a big mistake with you."

The night before, Darsh's journey back to his house is not as easy as the journey when heading to the detention house.

Darsh turns his car into a cafe that is not too crowded. He needs to eat and drink for a while while digesting his first meeting with Max after so many months of not meeting.

Darsh steps his foot into the cafe. The atmosphere of the cafe is dim so it is not easy to recognize everyone who enters. He chose a seat that was not too crowded. More precisely in the corner of the cafe room.

A waiter approached him to record the order. It's pretty easy indeed. This cafe is like being managed by a truly professional person. Without waiting for a long time, all the servants approached the guests who came. Darsh also sees the time of the message and the arrival of the order is not too long.

This cafe is also unique. If the concept of Cafe Owen is changed like this, it might look better. The waiter is also on time. I think every booker is only 10 minutes at most. Batin Darsh who was admiring the cafe where he stopped.

A waiter came with a tray containing Darsh's orders. After serving the food, the waiter was still in his place. It was as if he was looking at a truth from the seated guest.

The waiter was pretty and very attractive. He wears a cafe uniform and a long straight haircut. The waiter had charming blue eyes. Very beautiful even more beautiful when viewed in the dimness of the cafe lights.

"Darsh?" said the waiter in a soft voice. Like not being heard by anyone.

Darsh surprised. Even in a place like this he was still recognized by people. Darsh doesn't know who the waiter is?