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In order to kill time so quiet does not creep in the heart, Haina busies herself in Restoramie from morning until afternoon. When he returned to the apartment, he was alone. Even though Steffi was there, he still felt alone. This should be the last day of Young Master Harly's business trip in Australia.

"My husband, it's so busy that you didn't have time to call me?"

Haina stared at the phone screen expectantly. Maybe his man will call him, tell him he'll be back tomorrow. But for hours he waited for not a single phone or message to get into his phone. Not even the phone and the message were responded to.

By midnight one message awakens him from a new sleep for a few moments. With enthusiasm he grabbed the phone in utas, swiping quickly screen to see what message.

Sis, is everything okay? Mother was carried out of her sleep and asked the news of Brother.

Haina gave a long sigh. Apparently Hagi's message. He became disappointed. But remembering the Mother who was worried about him Haina so did not have time to absorb her disappointment for now. Her clasped fingers danced on the screen of a cell phone. Type reply message.

"certainly good. Tell Mom to rest more. Brother is always guarded and cared for here." That's how the message sounds.

Haina sighed then dropped the body onto the mattress. Unlike his message to Hagi, he does not feel good. There was a tightness and disappointment that clouded his heart.

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The next day at Restoramie, Haina was observing some kitchen staff who were cleaning various foodstuffs that had just come a while ago. He deliberately went around, paying attention to every detail of the work of the staff.

Now he's in a stockroom that stores all the fresh ingredients. The air-conditioned room looked neat and full of food. Haina grabs some young corn from inside the show case and checks its freshness. He looked satisfied, when he saw the young corn was still fresh when it came three days ago.

"Why be alone in the cooling room?" the sound of someone on the door.

Haina looked over for a moment. Marchel smiled at him. The man was so sincere with his sweet smile. Make his oriental face look more friendly and handsome.

"Eh, there's Koko. When's coming?"

Marchel has rarely come to Restoramie since the sale went well and there are no obstacles such as terror that occurred some time ago. The man was always preoccupied with his own reataurant affairs in the next town. Located near a famous university and several large office buildings make Marchel's reastaurant grow rapidly due to the crowds of visitors.

Marchel approached with a brown envelope in her hand. The smile that had been burning slowly receded along with his steps.

"just now. Everything okay?" ask the man.

Haina nodded as she circulated her gaze throughout the entire contents of the refrigerated room.

"This is for you. I'm sorry to open it first because there's no sender name. I was afraid of terror like it happened again" Marchel said, prodding the brown envelope, which was greeted with hesitation by Haina.

"It's okay, Ko. I get it."

Haina glanced at the envelope front back. It does not have the name of the sender there. There is only his name as the recipient.

"It was sent by courier, until yesterday afternoon. But you were home when this envelope came" Marchel said.

Haina just nodded. He wanted to know immediately what it was. But the man in front of him stared intensely at himself as if waiting for him to see the contents of the envelope.

"Open now!" marchel.

Despite little objection to Marchel's whereabouts, the girl kept the envelope open and blurred out its contents. Marchel had already seen the contents.

DEG!

A pair of beautifully dressed men and women were dancing and smiling while looking at each other. They were posing with their hands clutched. The nuances of a romantic night surrounded by the atmosphere of a magnificent party. It's just a photo. Oh, not just one. There are some other photos, they are chatting with white-faced Caucasian people.

A pair of people who are none other than her own husband Young Master Harly and Jiana Amanda. The next photo is seen walking while throwing a smile, greeting people. The man gave his hand to Jiana.

The test!

Drops after drops of clear liquid flowed profusely soaking through Haina's cheeks. He could no longer check some of the other photos that remained in the envelope. The heartbeats race faster with the tightness squeezing the stronger the chest.

Nah! Haina doesn't want to cry. He brushed his wet cheeks with the palms of his hands. While the photo was back he put it in the brown envelope. Someone has to explain this to him, right?

"Sorry, Ko. I have to leave!" Haina ran without waiting for Marchel's reply.

Marchel stared at the back of the girl he adored for the past few years with a hard-to-understand look. He walked slowly away from the room to see Haina leaving with her bodyguards.

In the car Haina keeps trying to contact her husband. But none of his calls were answered. It made him more upset and disappointed.

Although he continued to try to deny the bad thoughts lodged in the head. But he cannot deny the jealousy that undermines his inner fear.

Be calm! That's not what it looks like.

They were just attending a party. Yeah, it's only natural that Harly needs a girlfriend for the show. They're just dancing, not making out.

Then, get into the hotel room? It may not be just those in the room. The hotel room also provides a suitable place to hold meetings.Yes, I'm sure so. Like the hotel room we used to occupy at that time*.

Unceasingly his mind monologues, giving confidence to all the denial of bad thoughts in the head. But even though he continued to mumble it in his heart, the other corner of his heart continued to feel pain and hurt.

Why does everything feel weird? Harly didn't ask me to go with him. He said it was sudden? Does the schedule of a vice-president seem to be so unexpected?

Ever since the video abuse scandal against me was revealed he never talked about it again other than the first day it was released. It simply denied that it was untrue and then that day the video disappeared.

Hari! What do you really think of me after that day? Did you purposely avoid me afterwards? The reason for your work in the office.

Are...are you ashamed of my existence and my mass after that day?

Car stopped. Haina immediately went down followed by Steffi behind her. Only Steffi was nearby because Bella was still hospitalized. But the male bodyguards kept watch around him.

"Miss, who are you going to meet? Are you sure you want to come in?" ask Steffi.

"Why? Did Harly tell me not to visit the company? Did he keep me from showing my face?" cecar Haina slightly raised her intonation.

Haina did not care even though Steffi did not give her a satisfactory answer. He just kept following his heart. Stepping in, walking with wide strides in the lobby of Benjamin Corp.'s headquarters.

But Haina forgot, that people already know her face. Yes, perhaps thanks to the video the audience recognized her as Young Master Harly's wife in a pitiful way. A look full of probing, a judgmental gaze, a look of disgust and pity were showering on him. The people in office clothes kept whispering with the colleague next to him. No matter Haina glanced at him or not, they continued to whisper and gossip as Haina continued to step through the reception desk. But Haina doesn't want to care about it.

"Sorry, Miss! You are not allowed to ride!" said a beautiful receptionist while approaching Haina after passing by.

Haina looked over with a dislike look. Glanced at the receptionist with a cruel look. How dare the receptionist stop his steps.

Steffi took a step forward and approached the respesionist.

"Do you not know who you're dealing with? This is young lady, Young Master Harly's wife. Keep up!" steffi Sentak.

The receptionist looked frightened but he seemed to have no choice.

"Sorry, please forgive me Miss. But this is a direct order from above" murmured the receptionist in fear - fear.

From above? Wh who? Is it Harly or Jun? Are they really this hard on me?