My Beloved's Choice Woman

Dear Call

***

Somewhere else. Rossa, who was in the hotel, groaned in frustration. He had just contacted his friend who had hired Veron as himself, to look for evidence from there. Nil. His friend didn't have any evidence, except oral. Alias only knows that Veron is a night woman, but has no solid evidence that Veron is a night woman. If he drags his friend to be a witness in front of Zello it will also be free. Because Zello would definitely consider himself conspiring.

Rossa really regretted it, why the beginning of a previous meeting or meeting with Veron did not himself capture. For example, fill a chat or photo out of his office.

He was trying to gather evidence. With that, Rossa is certainly very easy to kick Veron from Hanif's house and Zello's life. But that's the plan. The plan was gone before it started.

Because from yesterday Rossa was still relaxing. It was unthinkable to be inversely proportional like this. Even his betrayal of the uncovered Zello.

Rossa walks down and down in confusion. Moreover, tomorrow he has to return for overseas photoshoots.

"Ah, fuck. What can I do with time not up to 24 hours." Grumpy Rossa.

"Do I not need a photo shoot" muttered Rossa. Rossa's head shook strongly. "No. That's not the right solution. I've lost Zello, I can't possibly let lose my career either."

Rossa threw her body on the bed and closed her eyes. His hateful self kept swearing in his heart.

"For now have fun, Lilie. Watch out later. I'll do anything to expose your identity. I don't accept defeat like this. Especially with a woman with a whore like you."

"In these circumstances I can't rest." Rossa massaged her forehead in frustration.

Slowly Rossa got out of bed and picked up her gadget. He ordered headache medication in an app. Not to treat his headache. But just to get the side effects of the drug. By taking the drug, he will be able to sleep.

Rossa will use drugs when you are having trouble sleeping. Because he always wants to keep his appearance. Rest for him is very important.

***

Time shows at eight o'clock. Rossa was sitting at the mini bar. She beautifully sipped an alcoholic drink. His eyes often glanced over the place as a whole. A place full of humans to have fun and unwind from the drama of life.

For a moment Rossa's observant eyes could not be separated from the maid who had just accompanied the striped man drinking. Rossa could clearly see the woman smiling after the man gave some notes. The waiter moved from his place and wanted to go to the exact batender he stopped by.

"Sister, add six more bottles."

"Hi," Rossa said.

The waiter smiled but did not say a word. A little insulting Rossa.

"Tonight was very crowded. Is there room to rent?" ask Rossa.

"There should be a Miss. It's still too early to be full" he said softly.

"After delivering the drink can you take me to that room. Just bring me my drink" said Rossa.

"Alright Miss. I'll be right back after we drop off this drink. Excuse me." With the wihai waitrres had brought the drink to his customers.

As the waitrres said, he returned to Rossa's place. Of course Rossa immediately greeted with a warm smile.

"Come, Miss. There's plenty of empty space." Waitrres swiftly picked up the drink that had been ordered Rossa.

It didn't take long for Rossa to get to her room. He immediately dropped his weight on the long sofa. While waittres immediately prepare a drink for Rossa. Pour the drink into Rossa's glass.

"Please Miss."

"Sit down!" pinta Rossa's.

Slowly waittres sat down next to Rossa. It is common for him to accompany chatting visitors at his place of work.

However, only this time there are women who want to be accompanied by a drink.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Almost three years, Miss."

"Hm, good as well. Your face is so pretty. Why would you want to work in a place like this. There must be a lot of people out there who want to hire you."

"Because of the money, miss. Outside of just earning a little. Now the needs of life cannot rely on mediocre salary money. Not to mention to send the old man who was in the village."

"Oh. Money is everything."

The waittres only smiled wryly in response to Veron's convoluted speech.

"Yes. Where's Lilie? I mean Veron. Usually he's the one who's with me chatting."

"Oh, she's married, Miss."

"Then?"

"Hahaha this Miss. Which husband would want his wife to work in a place like this. Besides, I heard Veron's husband was rich and respected. So why else would he be so hard at work."

"Ah, really. How could. Isn't Veron a woman the other night here. How could she get married."

"What is Miss talking about? Veron waittres like me, miss."

"Sstt. I know she's a lady by night. He told me himself. You don't have to cover it up" Veron said softly.

"Ah Miss. You must be kidding me. How could he say that."

Rossa stared solemnly reassuringly at waittres.

"Come on!" persuade Rossa.

Waittres was silent in his place. His eyes slightly glanced at Rossa's hand that opened the bag and showed a wad of money inside.

"Find proof that Veron is the night woman at this club. Then all this money will be yours."

"But Veron doesn't work that way. Are you telling me to make false evidence?!"

"No no no. I told you already. She told herself she was a woman of the night. You don't have to cover. Come on's. Opportunity won't come a second time."

Long enough waittress was silent as if thinking. Rossa sighed harshly waiting for the woman next to her.

"Mm .. okay. I'll try Miss."

A wide smile instantly expanded on Rossa's lips.

"Smart, you're really smart."

Rossa immediately took the money in a large amount of sheets from her bag. And immediately thrust into waittres.

With a glowing face waittres instantly scooped up the money. Without counting it first, he put it in his skirt pocket. Because it does not fit he slipped also on his chest which is still lined with tight shirts.

"Ah, thank you very much Miss."

"That's a down payment. When it's done, I'll give you all the money in my bag."

"Alright, Miss. I'll find evidence soon. I'll let you know about Miss later."

Rossa took her business card and handed it to waittres. "Get it. After this, call me directly. I need to keep your number."

"Ready, Miss."

"OKs. You can get out. I want to be alone."

"None Miss. Please enjoy."

Waittres directly exited the room and closed the door. Still in front of the door, the waitress was immediately greeted by Desy with a soft pat on her shoulder. Which then both move from there while giggling.

***

In the morning, it was like a newlywed. The bride was not given the opportunity to escape from the tight embrace of the groom. The bride wants to rush to the bathroom. Someone has urgently wanted to be expelled.

"Zello ... release ... I'm pee kebelet," please Veron. Veron turned his back on Zello. He had tried to stretch Zello's embrace, but it didn't feel slack at all.

Fortunately last night Veron took the initiative to turn his back on Zello, otherwise he might be short of breath. Last night he who sleeps face to face with Zello always gets a soft fondle. Afraid of being lured, Veron changes his position by turning his back on Zello. But Zello who is being struck by romance is not out of his mind, by switching to hug Veron like a bolster.

"It should be that if he sleeps it will be easy to escape" Veron murmured.

"Zello, release! You must have been intentional, right? You want me to wet the bed here."

A small oddity came out from Zello's lips, his embrace also slightly loosened.

"That's a punishment for a wife who calls her husband by name." Zello grabbed Veron's waist and directly flipped it over. Make them face each other.

"Oh ... " Veron was silent feeling a little guilty. "What do you want to call?"

"Mm, I often hear women calling her husband 'gold'. How about you call your husband 'mas'."

"Ah, I would be stiff with such a call. How about 'honey'."

"Mm, can. But learn to call with a mas. Come on!"

"Huh?" Veron throbs pissed.

"Come on."

Veron sighed and smiled forcefully. "Mas... "

Not only was Veron's face flushed, Zello too.

"Yes dear."

With a reddened face Veron took Zello's hand off her waist and immediately got off the bed.

"So from last night it was a punishment for me because there was no special call?" veron. He was still standing beside the bed.

"Yes." Yeah."

"So, if I call you. You don't hurt me anymore!"

Veron chuckled as he headed for the bathroom.

"Not that either." Shouted Zello while sitting throwing a pillow at Veron.