My Beloved's Choice Woman

Wiretapped

***

After the man who gave the information. Zico knows one thing. Veron's as cunning as Rossa. What he has to continue now is Veron's past. What did Rossa say?

Changing clock. Time is late. I want to go to the club itself. But he never stepped on the place. That would make Dave suspicious. Asking people is also impossible, somehow to know the truth.

'Huh, it feels like my head is about to break.'

Zico clapped his hair rough. Too tired, Zico decided to go to sleep. Tomorrow is still waiting for him.

***

The departure of Zello and Zico yesterday who both went to LA, leaving office duties that have piled up.

A dead-end road to picking up on Veron's lies and the office's heaping tasks distract Zico's mind from the office job.

Zico and his boss have been overtime for a few days. In his overtime Zello made Veron go to the office often. Sometimes even accompany Zello to come home late. Zico is very regretful about Veron's lies with the identity he is hiding.

Veron's undisclosed identity makes Zico always unable to sleep well.

***

"Miss, I went to the cafe opposite ya. If Miss there needs to call me!"

"alright. Later if I want to go home with Zello I'll let you know."

"Ready, Miss." With a spirit Dahlia got into the car again. Waving a little to Veron who was still standing there.

Veron looked at the clock that was coiling in his hand. Hour 10. He goes to the office more often.

The zein? I don't know, Zello's sweet treatment of his own right diverts about Zein's death. In his mind it was already full of Zello and his family.

Veron, who was at Zello's door, knocked.

"Lake in!"

"Darling," said Veron.

"Hi, here!" zello's hands reflexively loosen his tie every time his wife is around.

Veron approached and wrapped his hands around Zello's neck from the back of his great chair and Veron's own head rested on Zello's shoulder. Their cheeks touch each other warmly.

"You're going to bed?!" bargain Zello.

"no need. I don't want to bother you."

"Mm, okay then just bed. I happened to be home early today."

"Oh yeah?! Know that I'm not here" Veron said.

"Why come here. I'm glad you're here." Zello gives a soft caress in Veron's hair.

"Well, then I'll tell Dahlia first."

"Where is he?"

"At the cafe sebrang."

"Ohh. Look what I can do."

Veron turned to sit in the front seat opposite the oversized Zello chair. Veron is busy chatting Dahlia, while Zello is busy contacting Zico.

"Zico, please buy me my favorite coffee at the cafe opposite!"

"Stack duty, Boss."

"Continue?"

"Ah yes."

Zello put his phone back and turned to look at his wife who was still busy with her phone. "Why not just call?" grouse Zello. He did not want to be ignored by Veron even for a moment.

"I love it via chat, dear."

Ck.

***

While waiting for his coffee order to come, Zico sat back and played his phone.

"Dahlia haii."

"Who is it?!"

"Not knowing? I'm Robert."

Without hesitation the man who claimed Robert immediately sat beside Dahlia.

"Don't get near ah! I don't know either."

"Times?" With a cute Robert advanced his face to the right in front of Dahlia's face.

"What the hell." Furious Dahlia. With the head of Robert.

"You're still short, Lia hahahha."

"What's? Speaking of it again! What a difference it makes to you. Most until now you are still the same hobby, cilok snacks on the side of the road."

"Huhahah." Robert directly hooked his arm around Dahlia's neck. "She didn't know me but remembered my habits very well."

"Deliver ....!"

"We used to be gini."

"Yes first. It used to be a boy. It's big now, uncomfortable to know."

"You're a kid, it makes no difference. Uh there's a difference." Robert stared fixedly at Dahlia from the side.

"Now you smell. Issh, it's pinter preening again."

"Shut up ah!"

"For dong's number, Lia! Pleases. Later I enter our high school reunion grub. Wanna?"

"That's fine. I don't have time for that."

"Lia, please!"

Zico's hands clenched at the shameless chatter of the two boys not far from him.

Dahlia is opposite Zico. So indeed Dahlua did not realize that Zico was behind him.

"If you don't want to be forced, don't force it" Zico said.

Dahlia was shocked with a familiar voice to her. Zico, who was behind him, stood up and headed for his desk.

"Come Dahlia!" said Zico.

"Who are you, Lia?" ask Robert.

"Where to?" dahlia asked without caring about Robert.

"Go back to the office."

"Oh." Dahlia stood up and just as Zico's coffee was ready.

"Both are wrapped!"

"Ah, okay."

"So you want a drink here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Robert, who was sitting, also stood up. Examine Zico's appearance from top to bottom. Perfect anyway. But not kematengen?

Dahlia seemed to think for a moment, "friend."

"Oh, man. So, hows? Share the number."

Dahlia understood a little about the nature of her old friend. If it has not been loved, it does not stop disturbing.

A little lazy, Dahlia took out her phone as well. "You'll just have your number here!"

"Ah, okay." Robert quickly pressed the digits on Dahlia's phone.

"OKs. I'll tell you later" said Dahlia.

The cafe waiter interrupted them, giving Zico an order. The arrival of Zico's order immediately made Dahlia and Zico moved from there.

"Bye Lia." Shouted Robert.

After getting out of the cafe, Dahlia immediately got on the bike. As soon as Zico, enter his car immediately.

Arriving in front of the office, Zico stood there for a moment. Surprised by Dahlia who has not arrived yet. 'Supposedly Dahlia has arrived, let alone bring a motor'

Unable to see Dahlia, Zico calls Dahlia.

"Hello."

"To where?"

"Go home."

"Where to?"

"To the House of Master, Zico."

"Not to the office?"

"No, lady said she was going home with you."

"Oh. Ok."

Tut's.

***

Zico who has returned to his room immediately opened his laptop. Want to finish the task immediately. But just reading the attachments on the screen, Zico paused for a moment. Remembering Dahlia and her friend exchanging numbers.

'Do I have to tap the number?'

Zico scratched his non-itchy neck. Curse his stupidity that meddles too much in Dahlia's affairs. It doesn't matter at all. Who's Dahlia?

Zico shook his head because of his stupidity today.

'Usefully. I'd better. ..."

Zico gasped, there was also a good thing he had a mind to face Dahlia's number.

'I'll do it. Lilie's Number'

'What's polite, tapping the boss' wife's number? But there is no other choice.'

***

With the help of his IT-savvy friend, Zico asks to recover a message from his boss's number. Just a minute of his laptop screen was written a message from his friend. A copy of the message from Veron's phone is clearly displayed. There aren't too many messages in Veron's phone.

'Like just changed the number.'

Slowly, Zico read one by one. 'should've done. There's only a few contacts on Lilie's phone'.

First, the conversation with Rossa. Who knows, they can have a secret conversation with each other.

Just a few messages, which in the voice noite wants to hold a meeting. The point is about a rented boyfriend. It means nil, there is nothing that can be cantongi there.

Names that are foreign to Zico, he read first. Desy, Mr. D. That's just the rest of Hanif's family number. It did not occur to the message with the Hanif family, let alone with the message from the bossnys.

No meaningful conversations, all the gist of Veron's message is just making an appointment somewhere.

'Mr D? Who's he?'

'D what does Dave mean?!'

Zico looked at the number, 'it really was one of Dave's numbers.'

No conversation means all the same.

Zico gnawed at his temple, everything was clean. But he couldn't give up. One piece of evidence about the parlour already answers the question that Veron is wrong. There's no way Zico stopped to browse through all of them.

Huuf.... Zico let out a rough breath. Weary. Moreover, the fact that Zico found no meaningful Rossa conversation in it.

Of course also in Rossa number he will not find anything.

'Dave Number?'

Just like he did with Veron's number. All three of Dave's numbers that he knew didn't escape Zico's target.

Bag. Zico landed his back violently on his chair. 'There's no way I can read it. Especially here. Super stacked messages'

For a moment Zico's eyes were distracted with some documents on the table. His office duties are in the form of paper documents, not yet in the form of files. Zico's head is really going to break in a moment.

"Ah, shit, it should be in the apartment only. Make office tasks obsolete."

***

Hours of rest lazily Zico walked out of the room. Go into Zello's room.

Tok.

"Lake in."

With Zico's steady steps towards the chair facing Zello's oversized chair.

"This Boss. It's clear."

"the rest? I haven't received an email from you?'

"Later in the afternoon, Boss."

"Why, not usually?"

"I fell asleep, hehe."

Zello's eyebrows are linked, not usually Zico is not as competent as that.

"Ah, yasudah. I'm going home now. Don't forget to send an email later this afternoon."

"Ready, Boss."

Zico got up from his seat, he saw a glimpse of Veron who was playing a mobile phone sitting on a long sofa.

***

The next day, Zico was preparing to see his reflection in the mirror. His sunken eyes from not sleeping all night looked extremely terrifying.

It has had a bad impact on his appearance and health. But the result is nil. The long, wide-ranging conversation from Dave's number did not pay off at all.

'Do I have to ask for help, Boss?!'

Zico shook his head quickly, there was no way his boss would believe his words.

'Only that parlor?'

Zico smiled meaningfully, getting an idea that would lead Zello to be suspicious of his wife.

Zico moved out of place. Take sunglasses and wear them. Looking at his reflection in a fairly distant mirror. But it remains clear in that reflection. He looks more and more wiw with only the addition of glasses.

'About how will Dahlia's reaction look at my appearance today?'