My Beloved's Choice Woman

The Hanif House

Zello slowly stepped out of his legs, heading towards the guest room.

It felt like Zello wanted to help Veron's body, but how could he do, Hanif had just kept it behind him exactly.

Zello's hands did not forget to stretch out to cover Veron's body with a blanket. Which finally invited a smile on Hanif's lips.

"How is your relationship developing? When is the shirt fiphting?"

"What does Grandpa want? Didn't grandfather not accept rejection," said lazy Zello.

"You guys are very compatible" Haniif said without caring about Zello's words.

"Hm" said Zello briefly. "I'm tired Kek. I want to sleep," he added.

"Yes, rest!"

***

"It's still dark," muttered Veron. He moved his body to sit perfectly. He saw a blanket covering his body, and then his eyes swept through the room.

"Where is this?" veron's memory is instantly fixed as he chooses to curl up in Zello's car.

"Is this grandpa's house?" Veron switched mattresses and opened the door to his room. His eyes looked at all the corners of the house, Verob also turned to look downstairs. "This is my grandfather's house" Veron said.

Kruyukk. Crewmanuuk

Veron's stomach made a very embarrassing voice, thankfully no one was there.

Veron slowly climbed down the stairs and headed straight for the kitchen. Because it was too early in the morning he did not dare to make a movement that would make noise. The fridge, which Veron first thought. And he quickly found the rectangular object. The refrigerator with the contents of canned drinks, fruit and vegetables.

Veron's hand was stretched out to reach for the canned drink.

"Non" said the waiter suddenly. Gludag, because of the shock of the drink in his hands directly detached from his hands.

"No doubt" complained Veron.

"Sorry Non. What does Miss want?"

"You drink the same stomach stuff, Mommy."

"Oh .. but this is a special refrigerator for waiters, uh it means to make in the kitchen. If for those who have a house there in the family room Non," explained the warm waiter.

"Oh .. thanks."

Veron quickly moved his legs, suddenly his stomach was getting wrapped around. When he got there without hesitation he immediately opened the refrigerator there, took snacks and cold drinks that he immediately brought to the long sofa in the room. Enjoy it happily. His originally wrapped stomach was now very peaceful.

Too enjoy the food, until he did not realize there was already a pair of eyes that were watching him.

Tap tap tap.

The sound of Zello's footsteps managed to distract Veron for a moment. "Zello" said Veron.

"Away awake?" said Zello flat.

"Hm."

"You have gone too far into the house and also the owner of this house. Just be careful if you dare to cancel our plans." Zello firmly said the sentence, his attitude sometimes cold sometimes warm, had made Veron confused.

"I've thought about it" said Veron, slowly looking back at Zello's face. "I'm going to marry you" added Veron.

Veron has long wanted to live a real life, like people. Perhaps, this was a good start for him to get out of that place. Moreover, given Dave's words at that time. Remembering clearly Dave's words that are still ringing in his memory, UNLESS YOU GET MARRIED, then he will not ensnare him.

"I know," said Zello flatly. "You'll definitely agree to it" Zello added.

Hearing Zello's words makes Veron wonder, what exactly is Zello's nature. "Are you in trouble?" ask Veron.

"You mean?"

"No, just your attitude"

Without any intention of hearing Veron's words further, Zello left.

"Any," muttered Veron.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"You make breakfast, Non. Don't call mbak, Non! Afraid of being scolded by Lord Hanif and Young Master Zello. My name is Mila, just call it by name. And that's called Dina" explained Mila.

"When I call so that I can get along with you guys" said Veron.

"Don't, Non!"

"Judah yes" said Veron at last. Veron also grabbed the vegetables that were being held by Mila.

"You're on a whim, Non?"

"I help you" said Veron.

"Don't, Non!"

Oh, my God, this is a man. Inner Veron.

"You don't know who I am? I am Zello's future wife. How dare you argue with me?!" said the cruel Veron.

"Ah yes," said Mila terbatas. Are there rich people who want to work in the kitchen? This woman must have been trying to get Mr. Hanif's attention. Inner Mila.

Veron himself could not cook, so he simply followed the instructions from Mila. Fortunately, this vegetable does not need to be cooked. Veron simply chopped it up and shaped it partially into a roll and did not forget to pour mayonnaise in place.

"Well, what do you usually drink for a breakfast friend?"

"White water, Non. Sometimes according to your wishes too. Because of this menu salad usually drink warm orange water as a companion."

"Oh .. ok."

***

The finished Veron helped prepare the breakfast, hurriedly wanting to take a shower immediately.

"Before a minute" Veron told himself. "I don't have any clothes" he added.

Realizing this, Veron heads to Zello's room. And where's Zello's room?

"Where's Zello's room?" veron murmurs. Just as he was in confusion, Dina was seen crossing him.

"Excuse me Non" said Dina politely.

"Eh Dina, where's Zello's room?"

"That, Non. Next to exactly Non Lilie's room."

"Oh yaudah, thank you." A cheerful smile rose from Veron's lips.

Tok. Two knocks on the door, no answer. Not wanting for long because he felt his body was too sticky, Veron went straight into Zello's room. And Veron's gaze was fixed on Zello who had also just come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist.

"You? Can't you wait a minute. I'm just gonna open the door for you." Zello stared dislikefully at Veron, especially when he was wrapped in a towel. Zello, who doesn't like Veron's presence, takes her clothes and takes her to the bathroom. Veron sits on Zello's bed.

It didn't take long for Zello to come out wearing a shirt with trousers.

"Still here?"

"What's wrong with Rossa?"

"What do you mean?"

"You will be emotional when it comes to him" Veron said flatly.

"You know?! It's not very good to love people excessively" Veron added.

"Better to be quiet. I'm not paying you to be a critic or an advisor to me."

"Oh yeah, I forgot! I'll get paid to be your wife." Veron headed towards Zello's wardrobe. Looking for a matching tie with Zello's suit.

"I want to learn to be a good wife to you." Veron quickly draped the tie into Zello's collar and shet shet.

"It doesn't look like this." Veron's forehead is trying to remember how to put a tie on. "Where are you going?"