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What the mother said when in the shop certainly did not make Chio silent, he immediately found out even though he did it after sleeping. His head that felt crushed by a stone made Rahardian's heir want to rest his brain for a while before making a decision or doing something. Both ManDud and ManJa children are always calm when there is a problem, even rarely anyone knows what happened to Chia or Chio.
"Why not pick up anyway?" Chio who had contacted Zevanya many times began to be covered with suspicion that had never crossed his mind.
"Is it true that she is married and is currently with her husband?" mumbling again.
Imagining this, of course, makes Chio upset himself if all that is true. The beautiful girl who became his first love turned out to belong to someone else who was badly tied to marriage.
"Oh my God!" increasingly frustrated, Chio who sat on the edge of the bed to scramble his own hair.
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Elsewhere, Zevanya, who was eating dinner with her husband, did not say a word as usual, because she was always afraid that what she said was wrong, Zevanya just answer if being asked questions, the rest he will be silent a thousand languages. Evidently, if only the sound of the clangs of spoons and forks were heard during their togetherness in the dining room.
"How's your course?" asked Mr. Max suddenly in a relaxed voice like a human.
"Ba-good, Sir. I have started the practice of making some kind of cuisine," replied Zevanya who was surprised because she was a little dreamy.
"Good, cook for me later," he said again which immediately made Zevanya stunned.
"Ba-well, sir, you will make your favorite food later," replied Zevanya again with a brick so scared. He'd rather be angry than talk to each other like this because it feels weird and far scary.
After dinner, the couple returned to their rooms and were shocked by Zevanya when she saw her cell phone hidden in the closet. On the flat screen it had a lot of missed calls and messages from Chio.
"This much he called me? My God, I'm sorry Chio," said Zevanya felt very guilty because unlike usual Mr. Max had gone home and had dinner at home, and of course he would not want to accompany.
And, when Zevanya wanted to call Chio back, she heard a knock on the door. Zevanya who heard him was shocked and hurriedly hid her phone again.
With a hasty step, the beautiful girl with straight waist hair immediately opened the door and saw the figure of Dance, her personal service for 5 years confined in a house of hellish taste.
"What's wrong?" zevanya asked, even though it was Dance but the feeling of anxiety and anxiety remained.
"Miss, be asked to come to Mr. Max's private room," replied Tari who came as he ordered.
"I? to the master's room? what's there to do?" asked Zevanya again while pointing at her own face with the index finger but answered with a headband.
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*Ka**mar private is it, to*...?