My Beloved's Choice Woman

Hanif's Suspicion

***

Veron stepped slowly with a bag. Veron hopes no one is suspicious of him coming out long enough. Because Dave's house is far from Hanif's.

Veron walked into the house while Hanif was having breakfast. With a typical smile, Veron greeted Hanif and immediately sat down at the dining table.

"Where are you from, Lie?"

"From the front, Cake. Buy something urgent. Dahlia was still sleeping. So Lilie bought it herself."

"Oh. Let's have breakfast!"

"Yes, Cake." Veron scoops the rice for himself. One mouthful painstakingly attempted to swallow it.

"Why? You need a drink?!"

Veron took the water and drank it slowly. The food can be swallowed.

"Is your throat hurting?"

"Oh, no Kek. It's just that Lilie's not hungry yet."

"Jude, it's important to eat first. Little doesn't matter either. So that no stomach ulcers. Oya, have you heard of Zein?"

"Udah, Kek," said Veron slowly.

"Grandfather is going to go there. Do you want to come?!"

"By, Cake. Lilie's got plans to get there."

"Well, we'll be there."

Veron gave a small nod and again had to swallow his food with a boost of drinking water.

***

Veron looked from about two meters away from Zein's neat body inside a crate. She saw Julia sitting in her husband's coffin blankly.

Seeing the many people who had come to defend Veron's condolences accidentally met Zello and immediately approached him.

"Who is this?" ask Zello

"Just like Grandpa."

"Oh, I didn't meet grandfather."

"Grandfather now seems to be talking to the Zein family," Veron explained.

Just as they were talking, Hanif showed up with some guy Dave was there too. Veron looked disappointedly at Dave. Don't want to make people suspect Veron won't see Dave. Her disillusioned self was full of uncertainties her eyes could pretend.

There's no one to talk about what happened before Zein died. But their faces seemed to be sad about the incident. But what little Veron heard, when Zein was with his wife.

Don't want to linger Veron there. He was afraid he could not dampen the emotions that would lead to stuffing from his lips later. Veron intends to go home and not deliver to the funeral like the others.

On the way home, Veron just kept quiet. He never imagined there would be such an event. Especially seeing Ellen crying over her father's body. Makes Veron powerless to hold back his tears.

Zein died because of him, as if it would be a subtle whisper every day that he would pass.

"Miss. Rest up! You look so fucked up. You must be so tired, right!?"

Veron nodded, he was tired. The death of Zein made his body even more tired.

"You too, rest! Your eyes are swollen, were you unable to sleep last night?!" ask Veron quietly.

"Eh, yes Miss. I couldn't sleep last night."

"alright. I'm gonna take a break!" veron is weak. I don't know where the energy is. As if drained out.

***

In his great chair, Dave sat with smoke billowing out of his lips. Veron, not far from there, hesitates to get closer to Dave. He's still hurt by Dave's actions.

Veron turns to leave Dave. I don't know when they'll be back for the beecomonication. Maybe never will.

"Yes, now Rossa. Monitor him there. Make it an accident."

Veron's feet froze on the spot hearing Dave's voice. His chest continued to pound.

"No. You are safe for this task. You don't have to do what Joni did."

"Keep your gratitude! Watch out if it fails. Your family will bear it all."

With still chest shock, Veron quickly stepped towards Dave.

"Oh hi" said Dave.

"Dave, please don't hurt Rossa!"

"I'm doing this for you. Understand!"

"Dave, I beg you. Don't do that again. Especially because of me, Dave. I can't Dave. I beg you."

"I miss you, Veron. How about we have fun."

"Dave!" snapped Veron.

"So shut up! You will have everything! Don't care about people's happiness, let alone the life of the person who put your position at risk."

"Dave, I beg you!"

"You're so noisy" grumbled Dave.

Prok.

Dave's claps repeatedly called out to his subordinates.

"Ready, Boss."

"Take him out!"

"Dave, please don't hurt Rossa!" without giving a cry to Veron. Dave's men led Veron out, according to Dave's orders.

"Don't, Dave! No!"

Ah, a rough gust came out of Veron's lips. His breath was stinged with sweaty water that had made his temples wet.

He saw himself in bed. Look around.

'Dreams." Veron Knot. Veron, who was still dreaming of his nightmare, unconsciously continued to squeeze the blanket he was wearing.

His dream managed to make his eyes redden and tipped a small stuffing on the lips.

'No way. Dave can't do that.'

Veron shook his head in frustration. The sound of the car made Veron sharpen his voice. And soon she wiped her tears. Veron swiftly went to the bathroom to clean his face, before being seen by Zello.

Just as Veron was washing his face, Zello walked into the room. With a thin smile.

"Washing your face?"

"Yes, wake up" Veron explained. "How's the funeral?"

"Currently."

For a moment Zello let out a rough breath. "I'm tired of wanting to rest. But you're awake. Sleep again yuk!"

"You rest. It's noon already. We'll have lunch soon. Oya, does this husband not want to eat first?!"

"Eat you can?!" Zello Goda.

Veron was silent, if he wasn't in the way. He will surely nod for the first time. But unfortunately. 'Ah, what should I say with Zello later.'

"Why bengong? Hm?"

Veron shook her head, seeing the face of enthusiasm in her husband that was so plastered that she felt guilty.

"You look so tired."

"I'm okay."

"Then?"

"Honey. Maybe after hearing this you'll be disappointed."

"Why?" Zello stared at Veron intensely. Makes Veron squeak for a moment.

"It looks like my menstrual cycle isn't going well." Inevitably he had to say it, despite being a little scared.

"Huh? What'sthat?"

"It should be finished today. But due to hormonal disorders until now has not been completed. And I don't know exactly when it's over" Veron explained.

"Can that be?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Is anyone sick, until you experience it?"

"Not sick. It's just so it could take longer."

"Zello squeezed Veron's hand and smiled faintly. "You know how else. Not yet my recovery means."

"Sorry."

"Why apologize. We'll check it out later. No problem, right?"

Veron nodded weakly.

"I'm going to sleep first. Are you sure you don't want to accompany me to bed?"

"No. I want to talk to Grandpa."

"OK." Zello shook his head. "Yes, there's Zico downstairs too."

"Tumben?!"

"Kangen home cooking he said."

"Oh."

Without needing to ask, Zello enjoyed his wife's lips. "I love you."

"Love you too. Rest up!"

"Hm."

***

Veron who had reached the bottom immediately joined Hanif. "Sir."

"Yes, Zello what's the break?"

"Yes, Cake."

"No more lunch. It just so happened that my grandfather was hungry" Hanif said.

""You want to get whistled in now, Cake?"

"Can. Come on Zico let's eat together!"

"Yes, Sir."

Maybe in terms of speaking Veron can try to be relaxed. But swallowing food is very difficult. I don't know when he's haunted by guilt.

After eating, Veron headed for the kitchen. I want to make cereal drinks. The sound of someone's footsteps made Veron turn his head.

"Away awake?"

"Hehe is Miss? What do you want to drink? Let me make it."

"What are you talking about. I'm obviously done making it."

"Who knows, Miss wants to make two glasses."

"No."

"Oh. Oya, Miss. Dave why aren't you out of the country yet?!"

"Mm, I don't know. It seems to have been canceled."

"Oh."

"Why, are you getting interested in Dave?" veron Goda.

"No, not." Erat Dahlia fast.

"Yes, believe. You like Zico" said Veron as he passed from there.

Hearing Zico's name made him remember last night's incident. Ah no longer teasing Zico. Zico's temptation is like a lion's goda. Life bet.

Dahlia swiftly made tea for herself.

After the tea he made, Dahlia wanted to go to her room again. When else can be this relaxed.

Dahlia whose room passed through the living room accidentally crosses paths with Zico.

The usually chatty dahlia was suddenly silent. Makes Zico look at it for a moment. And realized Dahlia was angry with him.

On the other hand, Hanif who finished eating entered into his room.

"Tok tock."

Hanif turned to the door that Beni was already there. "Sir, there's a guest who sent a map to Mr."

"Get in the room!"

"Good sir."

Not long Hanif would have to wait. After the man entered. Hanif immediately gave the code to close the door.

Quickly Hanif guests immediately pulled out the results of his investigation from the map.

Veron's past, Veron's work. Hanif nodded. Although the beginning was a little surprised by what he read that his former grandson had worked at the club. No one showed any observations about Veron and Zein there. Hanif was curious about what he had heard during the company event.

"Is this accurate?"

"Of course, sir. I can make sure."

Hanif nodded and stared intensely at his aide. "Investigate about Zein. Hobbies included. And maybe even his past."

"Good, Sir."

***

Zein's murder was enigmatic for Zico. Murder is intentional because revenge is not robbery. There were other bodies at the scene. And surprisingly Julia is fine there is no shortage of one.

The police interrogation of the investigation makes the police biased. As if corrupting Zein's death was Julia's fabrication. By the factor of their household bickering. But looking at Julia's expression, Zico was sure Julia was devastated. And there's no way Juli did it. What is it from the company's enemy? Does anyone dare to resist the power of Julia's family. Or something that has been related to Zein lately?

'Why should I be tired of thinking about Zein's death?!' Zico ruffled his hair in frustration.

Zico drank his coffee with pleasure. Makes himself a little rilekz. Will relax again when you hear Dahlia's voice. Ah Zico's. You'reinsane. Zico grabs his phone, plays songs from his phone.

Just one round of songs, he was already plagued with phone calls.

"Why?"

"What's? Rossa?"