Mentari for Dawn

CHAPTER 83- Again Dawn!!

"Excuse me sir, here's your ordered fruit soup" Secretary Santi put a bag of two plastic cups of Gerald's ordered fruit soup on the table in front of his boss.

"OK thank you. You can come out now" Gerald said flatly as he grabbed the package.

"Okay sir, if you'll excuse me" Santi nodded and bowed respectfully, before he left Gerald's room.

"Heuh" Gerald answered briefly regardless of his secretary turning around and walking towards the exit.

With a flowery feeling Gerald stared at the bag. He imagined that Tari would eat the fruit soup voraciously, because he had just seen the woman was craving to eat this food.

Although he was still unable to come clean that he was the father of the baby, yet at least for the first time he was able to show his attention to his flesh and blood. She hoped that the baby could feel her affection, her biological father. Same with Dance.

Huh! Why can't she stop thinking about the mother of her child? She should just focus on her baby. No need for her sister-in-law either. Why is it so hard to ignore this woman?

Gerald got up from his big chair and walked out of his room, holding a plastic package in his hand to the marketing division room, where Dari was.

Arriving at the division room, Gerald was stunned to see a cool Dance devouring fruit soup in a plastic glass on his desk laughing.

Gerald watched the woman, who appeared to be chatting with someone via a video call. It was visible from the phone in his hand that led to his face.

Gerald's heart was filled with questions. Where did she get that fruit soup? Isn't there a bag or a cart merchant in front of the office? Did he order it himself?

Gerald was sure it wasn't from Dawn. Because Tari was trying to contact her husband. But the victim could not be contacted.

Gerald tried to get close without being noticed by Tari, so that he could peek at who the woman was talking to, making her sesumringah.

Gerald's blood was boiling when he learned that the person who was making the video call with the woman was Dawn!

"How's Queen? The soup is good?" Ask Fajar with his handsome face that is visible through the screen of Dance's phone.

"What a son. So delicious, two glasses almost ludes" replied Tari while devouring the slices of wet and cold fruits with enthusiasm, accompanied by a big smile on his face.

"It looks like the princess really wants to eat that huh. But eat slowly dong. Later choking again" Dawn commemorates.

"Eum. Thank you King. Thankfully there is you. Otherwise, somehow with me. Surely the princess will be very fussy if her craving is obeyed"

"No need to thank me. I did it for my daughter. How could I let my beloved princess go hungry? Not getting the food he wanted. And later at birth, he can be reeleran" Gurau Fajar.

"Yes. Anyway this king of mine is the best husband in the world. Sunset Mentari never choose the wrong husband"

"Human.... So sweet's. Do you not, dear? Praised by a beloved wife like this it feels like flying a charmer. Like, there's a fresh breeze blowing and cooling my whole body"

Dawn smiled thinly while looking up with a look of laughter. His heart felt so peaceful hearing the praise and gloating from his wife.

Their friendly and romantic discussions took place ngalor ngidul. As the world belongs to both, they forget the surroundings. Forgot if currently Tari is in a crowd of employees in the division room.

Gerald who was again struck by blind jealousy saw the intimacy displayed by the couple could only clench his hands, clutching firmly the parcel in his hand, vaporizing the burning fire of anger in his heart.

Again the dawn precedes him! Even when she wanted to show some attention to her own biological daughter! Why does he always lose to his half-brother?! How can he take Tari and his daughter, unhindered by the sibr*ngs*k?!

Feelings of envy, jealousy and envy rippled up Gerald's chest. While his hand continued he used to grip the fruit soup package, until it was crushed and pink water with cold soaked his hands, and dripped slowly through the sidelines of his hands until splattered on the floor.

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Forty minutes later Tari had finished talking to Dawn and turned off her phone. She was also full after spending two glasses of fruit soup delivered by her husband. Now he can refocus on his work.

Tari tidied up the files scattered on her desk. It becomes three parts. Once neat, he retrieved the file containing the report he had just completed. Flanking the file in her hand, Dance moved out of the room. His goal was to leave his work to Gerald or his secretary.

But when he was about to approach the exit, he was stunned to see the floor dirty by the pink liquid, fruit slices and packages.

Dance scrunched her forehead. He wondered in his heart. Why is there fruit soup spilled here? Has anyone else ordered any fruit soup besides her? Wow, what a coincidence. You know, he just asked that guy a little. No need to bother her husband.

One of the employees who was about to leave the room walked past.

"Sister" Dari admonished the senior politely, until the woman stopped and looked at him with a questioning look.

"Who is this soup, brother? How come it's scattered and littering the floor like this?" Tanya Tari while pointing at the fruit soup scattered in front of them.

"I don't know Tar. But just a few minutes ago, I saw what was here, Mr. Gerald. And he was like holding a plastic package" answered the woman a little hesitating. Dance was a little surprised to hear that.

"Sir Gerald? Brother sure?" Tanya Dance with eyebrows linked.

"Yes.... Don't know either. You see, I was in a hurry to submit my report to Miss Santi. So I'm not paying much attention"

"Yes it was Gerald's. I saw for myself, Mr. Gerald looked very angry. Until the package of fruit soup in his hand he gripped very tightly, until it spilled and splattered like this" said another employee who suddenly appeared and joined the drift in their conversation.

"About Gerald what's the matter? How did it get like this?" Curiously, the woman who had been talking to Tari asked.

"I don't know" The woman just shakes her shoulder with a bodo-time attitude.

Dance let the two seniors speculate, without joining the conversation of those who were talking about their superiors with curiosity.

He simply kept the question in his own heart. He was also curious, actually what happened to his sister-in-law? What made him so angry that he took this fruit soup out?