My Beloved's Choice Woman

The presence of Zein

Veron's face stiffened, especially when Zello looked at him.

"Where?" ask Veron to make sure.

"On my husband's cell phone, Zein." Press Julia. His eyes intimidated full to Veron.

"Mm, that photo on Zein's phone is that the woman Zein mentioned when we met at the office? Who says his face looks like mine" Veron told Zello in a soft voice.

Veron hoped Zello would not be affected by this chat. And may his mind be in line with what he just said.

Veron's heart rate is still beating irregularly. What will he go through after this?And how could Zein keep a photo of himself?

Question after question haunts Veron. The fear was starting to creep up on him.

"Sure ...," whispered Zello. "Or ..."

"Miss Julia." Zello's warm voice. "Actually, Zein also once said my wife's face reminded me of her female friend. Just similar. And I make sure the photo on Zein's phone isn't my wife. And Zein himself has also apologized for the misunderstanding."

"Oh." Julia gave a small nod and then commented a thin smile. Even if it's just a fake smile. How else, Julia also does not have strong evidence that Zello's wife is the woman in the picture of her husband.

"Mrs ... Ellen's hungry ...."

"Ah yes, dear. Come on, let's go in. Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me for going inside."

"Yes. Please."

Veron smiled in relief, though still a little scared. The tense look was still clearly visible on his face.

"Why?" the soft caress on his shoulder made him sober.

"He seemed to be pouncing on me earlier" Veron said.

"Forget over! Many people are similar in this world." There's actually something Zello would like to ask. But seeing Veron's face that way he felt now was not the right one.

"Boss, Miss," said Zico, who was among them.

"Where are you?"

"Nyari Dahlia" said Zico. The tail of her eyes looked at the grinning Dahlia with her hands in her mouth. Smiling or laughing? Ah, in essence Zico feels ridiculed by Dahlia.

Zello shook his head lazily and immediately told him to take the car.

It didn't take long for Zico to pick it up. Because Zico's with Zello and Veron's car is in the back. Zico, accompanied by Dahlia, sat in front.

Zico glanced resentfully at Dahlia who was a dour innocent face. How irritating. Wanted until the muters turned out Dahlia had come out first.

"Ziko! Hunt down!" Zello.

With a wave Zico drove his car.

Zello's sturdy hands still faithfully embrace Veron who looks a lot silent. And Veron's silence made him feel strange.

"Honey, later do not forget to find clothes for the event in the company," said Zello. Fortunately Zello had a topic to cover the silence.

Veron who had been silent began to look up at her husband's face.

"What way?"

"Today as a company. Another week," Zello said.

"Oh. It's only been a week but I just said."

"We are boss. Why rush to take care of such things. In a moment it also instantly becomes."

"Hm yes, Mr. Boss."

"Yesterday only same wedding reception is not up to a week," said Zello proudly. His eyes looked deeply at the woman who yesterday took the wedding vows in the church. Unknowingly he gently squeezed Veron's shoulder.

'Boss is delicious. I'm the broken bone' inner Zico. Remembering the struggle that prepared the wedding and reception for his boss. Really draining energy, especially his rest time. Unknowingly Zico looked at the car glass to see the reflection of his boss's proud face. His heart almost jumped, seeing his boss enjoying his wife's lips. Zico gulped his saliva violently and did not know why he turned to glance at Dahlia who turned out to be covering her face with both hands.

Oh, gosh ....

***

The four of them had already arrived at the company back. Veron also tried to be calm. Though the mind still sometimes crept. How could Zein have a photo of him, and what would that look like?

Damn, even though I tried to calm down. But Veron was still feeling uneasy. Veron had never met Zein except in bed. Possible photos that there must be very dangerous for him.

Veron who was slightly unfocused was astonished why Zello's steps stopped suddenly. Zello's hands were still faithfully perched on Veron's shoulders. Of course the cessation of Zello's steps made his steps also stopped.

The steps of the man with a charming smile came closer where Zello and Veron were.

"Mr Zello," said Zein. Don't forget to also spread a smile to Veron.

Not lost the sense of chaos in Veron's mind. And now it's even increased because it meets the person directly. Zeins.

"It's only now that we've met your wife, sir," Veron said with a forced smile.

"really?"

"Yes" said Zello. "You should see your own wife, not someone's wife" Zello said.

Zello let out a rough breath, not liking Zein's presence.

"Yes, I stopped by here on purpose. Because just passing by. But... You mean by looking at the man's wife what?" ask Zein. Her eyes were not happy with Zello's words.

Seeing the unfriendly gaze from Zein did not make Zello shudder at all. Had it not been for his professionalism, he would have already cancelled the cooperation.

Veron rubbed Zello's back trying to calm her down. Zello turned to his sweet smiling wife. Veron also brought his lips closer to Zello's ears.

"Jealous huh?!" ledek Veron in a whisper. Veron was actually agitated half-dead. But if Veron just shuts up and doesn't melt Zello's mood, it'll all be bad.

Zello scooped up his own face violently. But slowly his lips extended a smile.

"Mr Zein. Sorry, I'm busy. I hope you understand" Zello said later.

Zein nodded and smiled wryly towards Zello and Veron who were moving from there.

"Sorry, Mr. Zein. Is there a problem with our cooperation?" ask Zico who represented. Zico feels his boss is no longer professional. Who knows, Zein's here to talk about their cooperation.

Zein shook his head. "At first yes. But now I have forgotten. I'll have my assistant come here by myself."

"All right."

"Excuse me."

On the other hand Zello immediately followed Veron who immediately sat on the long sofa in his room.

Zello was silent for a moment, asked his wife but hesitated.

"Honey..," woo Veron. His plump fingers grabbed Zello's chin and directed his face to meet.

Turned around, Veron was silent now Zello. Veron was shocked to see Zein. But seeing Zello's face makes Veron even more uncomfortable.

They should not be too close, but should not be hostile either. Veron does not want Zello's attitude or Zein's attitude will make them both pry each other. Especially Zello, when Zello comes to grumble about Zein. And finding Zein at the club where he works can be a big deal. Because Zello knew that he had also worked at a club.

"Lie, what ....?"

"Hm?"

"Is Zein your past?" said Zello carefully. The words he had delayed came out as well. Zein's presence really provoked his emotions. At first he ignored Zein's attitude, but hearing Zein's wife's sentence made him not to underestimate Zein's attitude now often to the office.

Surprised that Veron could not hide from his face, Veron's chest was also irregularly shaped.

"Maybe your ex? I don't want to worry about your past. It's just that I don't want to hear from anyone else" Zello said.

With great difficulty Veron swallowed his saliva. Zello's gaze made her even more nervous and made her lips faint.

Zello's gaze was not only deep, but also full of demands. Zello looked forward to the words coming out of his wife's lips.

"I-i. I told you I didn't know him" Veron said.

"I believe." Zello tightly hugged Veron. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you." Zello kissed Veron's head in tears.

"Zello."

"Hm."

"I'm not a good woman."

"meaning?" Zello stared strangely at his wife.

"I-i. It means being a rented girlfriend. That's.... You're not the only one who hired me. But there are many other men as well. I don't know Zein. But maybe he's one of those guys. Or maybe he's a customer who likes to drink at the club I work for." Veron scoops his shoulders, assuring himself he doesn't know Zein, despite the possibility of ever meeting him.

"I don't know Zello. But seeing you doubting it all. I hesitated to make sure I never met him. To be sure, I don't remember it.

"You don't remember him, it means he's worth nothing to you. That's not necessarily you either. Even if you are - in fact you are already mine. Whether he wants your past or not. Keep distance! Hm!?"

Veron nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, you're right." Veron drowned his head in Zello's chest. Zello's mature words made her increasingly fond of her husband.

On the other hand, after Zein's death, Zico who did not know about the cause of his boss's mood damage just sighed rudely. While Dahlia who was still beside Zico was speechless with a pleased expression.

"It looks like you're going crazy" Zico said.

Dahlia's forehead was clinging and staring in dislike at Zico.

"I'm not crazy. I'm just happy, I don't think there's a contract marriage now. Aye, right? Look now, our Miss. Oh, my God, I want to have a boyfriend."

Dahlia spoke with excitement. Seeing Zello never take his hand off Veron made him envious.

"You know they .... "

"Yes. Sure oes. Miss herself said. Although it started with a rented wife -"

"Good God, Mr. Zein. Since when is it here." Dahlia's eyes were perfectly rounded. Half-deadly shocked by the presence of Zein back who was now beside Zico.

"Who's the hired wife?"

Dahlia sculpts, so does Zico.