Duplicate Daddy

Her name is Orlen

Starting a new day with a different atmosphere has made Owen decide things unilaterally. He stayed at the hotel last night. This morning, he sat down to enjoy a cup of coffee and breakfast in the morning at the restaurant located right on the ground floor of the hotel.

"It feels great to be able to see the atmosphere of the crowd like this," he said lirih. He then sipped his coffee which was starting to warm up.

After finishing his breakfast in the morning, Owen went to the cafe to take care of his work. He was lazy to go home to the apartment. Let the wife act as she pleases.

Arriving at the cafe, the atmosphere is still not too late so there is still plenty of time to relax for a moment. Although some of its employees have passed by to take care of some of its guests who come for breakfast or enjoy a delicious morning coffee.

"Morning, Mister." Greet one of his employees.

"Morning too. What's up?"

"Last morning Mrs Willow came here looking for Mister. However, we answered him not knowing."

"Hemm, no problem. Let it. Continue your work."

Perhaps this was the very right thing that was to ignore his wife for some time. Until he realized his mistake. If there is no certainty until the deadline, Owen is ready to be widowed. Moreover, she had enough evidence to file for her divorce.

"Good, Sir."

Owen came into his room. Suddenly he had to think hard to solve this problem.

"Do I have to talk to aunty Olivia about Willow's recent attitude that's starting to change?" Owen rested his body on his seat of greatness. He had to think of the right way, but within his shadow there were only two options, go ahead or leave.

Owen tries to find a solution by asking for Darsh's opinion. Maybe he can give you directions. Owen dialed his best friend's mobile number, before long the connection was directly connected.

"Hello, what's wrong?" darsh.

"Darsh, can I see your mama?"

"Huh, mama? What's for?"

"I want to talk about Willow's change of attitude."

"Don't!" Darsh's voice doesn't like it when Owen meets his mother.

"Why?"

"Ehm, I don't mean it. Mama may be busy. I'll tell you next time."

"All right." There's no point in forcing Darsh.

"Yes, I'm off to work first."

Clik. The phone connection was decided unilaterally by Darsh.

"Well, I have to be a little more patient."

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On the other hand, Darsh who had just enjoyed his morning breakfast, suddenly stopped his activities due to receiving a call from Owen.

"Why, Honey?"

"Owen asked to meet with mom to talk about Willow, but I refused."

"Ah, yes. Don't let Owen see mom. It can take everything."

"Yes, I'm as much as I can to keep mom from meeting him."

"What are your plans today?" Glenda curious. He really can't go too far.

"You just shut up. Let me do the plan."

Since morning, Darsh has been sending messages to his confidants to search for Helga's whereabouts. But he remembered something.

"Darling, today I might not be going to the office."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for someone." Darsh recalls his meeting with the cafe waitress last night. It could have had something to do with Helga.

"But, shouldn't you ask someone else for help? I'm getting more worried about you, honey."

"Don't exaggerate. I'm a man, can take care of myself."

Darsh gets out of his house. He intends to go to the cafe that he stopped by last night. But, this is very funny. It's still morning. Maybe it wasn't too late.

"Oh my goodness, I have to come to that cafe early in the morning. Will I find Helga there?"

The trip is quite far taken with a short time. Although the actual mileage and time calculations remain the same, but Darsh's passion to dismantle Willow's decay makes him feel not long.

The cafe opened around 10. It's still nine in the morning. At least another hour Darsh is waiting for him.

Patience. This is for Willow's crime to be exposed all along. I have to be sure that Helga is here. Inner Darsh.

Exactly at 10, slowly some cafe employees started their activities. Darsh just went inside to ask about the waiter who served him last night.

"Sorry, Sir. You looking for a waitress who was on shift last night?"

"Yes, I don't know his name. I also forgot his face because last night the cafe's lights were dim."

"That's the concept of this cafe, sir. Maybe you remember the character?"

"Ah, yes. His hair is long straight, blue eyed."

The waiter of this cafe there is only one that has that characteristic. He is indeed a new employee who worked about five months ago according to the story of the cafe employees he met.

"What's her name? And, where's the place she lives?" ask Darsh.

"Oh, she's Livia. She's a new hire and is the prettiest waitress here. What is your relationship with Livia?" search the employee.

"We don't know where to stay for sure, but some employees know where to live. I'll ask you."

Letting the employee momentarily search for information, Darsh waited for him. Before long, the employee returned with a piece of paper.

"This, Sir."

Darsh receives an address and reads Livia's name there.

"Thank you."

Darsh quickly exits the cafe heading to the intended address. It is not far from the cafe. However, the road to that place must pass through a path that is difficult to pass by vehicles. Let alone cars, motorcycles are difficult.

Darsh has to park his car far enough. He passed through the path to get to the intended address.

A boarding house consisting of several rooms looked very quiet. Darsh tries to get in and look for Livia's whereabouts.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" ask someone who happened to meet her. She is also a woman because this hostel is devoted to women.

"Ehm, is there anything in this room called Livia?"

"Oh, Livia the blue eye. The sexiest pretty girl and working at the Cafe, right?"

"Yes, is it here?"

"That's Livia in room 17. Please just tap. If it's hours like this maybe he's sleeping."

"All right, thank you."

Like a tadung together, Darsh immediately stepped foot into room number 17 in question. He knocked on the door repeatedly until the fourth knock, then the owner of the room opened the door.

Chequek!

"What's wrong?" ask the girl with blue eyes.

"You're Livia, right? Don't you recognize me?" ask Darsh.

Livia took a careful look at Darsh's face. Then Livia realized she recognized him.

"Yes, I know you. Your name's Darsh, right? I know you from an old friend. He resigned from the cafe where I worked about three months ago" replied Livia.

"May I know what your friend's name is? And, why does she show you my face so often?" Darsh's getting curious.

"He often told me about you. He even bluntly told me that he was in love with you. However, he did not want to force to chase after you. He knows himself enough because you're married, right?" livia's Bright.

Is she Helga? But, why could he work at this cafe and then resign? Inner Darsh.

"Who's your friend's name?"

"Name's Orlen."

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