My Beloved's Choice Woman

My Veron

Veron's gaze that had reached the bottom floor also turned towards the dining table that was visible from there.

"Honey," call Zello.

With small steps and a faint smile Veron approached Zello who was already with the others, Zico-Dahlia- . Desy slowly followed Veron from behind.

"Have you been home long?"

"Not long. But the waiter said you had a guest. So I'm not going to the room."

"Emh, I'm sorry Mr. Zello has interrupted your break" Desy said.

"No, it's not. I'm just talking. It does not mean disturbed by you. What's your name?"

"Desy."

Zello nodded and sat in his chair.

"Honey, I'm hungry" said Zello

"Yes." Yeah." Veron picked up the breakfast that was still available on the table.

"Work out but eat right away, sir. Doesn't feel like it's going to be free" Dahlia continued.

"It's okay. Come, Zico. Oya, Desy too."

"I'm full, sir. Thank you." Thank you."

"Come on! No need to be shy. Usually you are shameless, always ask for a treat, miss," said Dahlia with a ruckus.

"Dahlia," Veron scolds.

"No problem, Miss. Friends should treat each other. So there's no shame."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"It has. But grandpa went in the room again."

"Oh."

Veron was already sitting on the chair next to Zello, thrusting out his breakfast.

Giving breakfast. But it was immediately pushed back by Zello.

"Come, learn to be shameless!" Zello gave the edict in a seductive mimicry.

With a blush Veron gave a bribe to Zello. I really like the spoiled nature of Zello.

"Mm, yummy yeah. Dating after marriage. Later I want to be rich that way," said Dahlia while escaping from his place.

The activity of Zico's chewing mouth stopped hearing Dahlia's words. Eyebrows.

"Darling, Desy is coming home. I intend to take you to the point of departure. No problem, right?!"

"Oh yeah. When?"

"Now."

"All right, I'll take you."

"If you're tired there's no need to drive her. There's Dahlia. I also went straight home from there."

"Yes, no problem. What matters is that Dahlia is with you."

"Thank you, dear."

***

Not much talk came out of their mouths. From Desy and Veron himself. They don't seem to be willing that all will end up like that.

There was a slight sense of guilt with Veron for having said all that to Veron. In fact, his self-talk made Veron more silent.

But, Desy had no other choice. Desy was well-intentioned to have Veron on his guard. Desy himself chose to go straight home because when the incident recorded Dave forgot that in the room there was a cctv. By morning, Desy had just remembered the cctv in Dave's room. And fear spread quickly in him.

Resigning to Dave with envious excuses to Veron. You can want to live everyday life. Marrying. Having a good husband. Making Dave nod as if justifying his words and Dave seemed not to want to bother about it.

Those who had already reached the station did not need to wait for long, only about fifteen minutes. The business train is ready to accommodate passengers at the station.

"Verons. I'm h-home. Take good care of yourself. I will always pray for you. And you must also pray for me. I want a husband like Zello. Dja loves you so much Veron. You deserve to be too scared to lose her and her family."

"Yes, Des. I have the luckiest people in the Zello family. The attitude of Zello himself. That's me-so,"

"It's over!" Desy hugged Veron.

"We just let go. The Hanifs I think will still accept you. That's your past. You've been determined a long time ago that you wanted to stop and get out of that place." Desy let go of his embrace. Smiling thinly with reddened eyes and nose held back the cry. "Bye."

Veron's little lambaian lay down, the rest stared unwillingly at Desy entering the carriage. Desy came home because of her. If not for him, he could work elsewhere without having to go far back home.

The dahlia who heard and saw them was simply quite guessing in the heart. Maybe later the nonanya when ready to share the story.

****

[pov. Verone]

Who is suspicious of me now?! I don't give a shit. By continuing to be tense, by being constantly haunted by fear, what effect does it have on me? Now no one can help me. Like a nuclear bomb ready to explode at any time. I've resigned.

But I was determined, to use the rest of my days here as best I could. As good as possible to be a wife, as good as possible to be a grandson, as well as possible to be a family member. Although some doubted me. But I don't care. I just want to enjoy everything I have right now.

Scared, anxious. I taste all that. I don't want it to diminish my sense of happiness, my only temporary happiness.

***

[post Author]

"Honey.... " Veron hugged Zello's body from behind, wrapping both of his hands around her husband's solid belly.

"Hm." Zello, who was still wearing his waist, covered his wife's hand. Gently squeezes it.

"From now on can I not call my husband 'mas'?"

"What?" Zello grabbed Veron's arm, led him into his arms.

"Mas."

Zello was astonished by what he heard. For a moment Zello's lips cracked, not expecting his wife to call as she wished.

Zello's hand was outstretched cupping his wife's cheek. Somehow he expressed his feelings at this moment.

Veron smiled amusedly with the expression of her husband. Just by calling 'mas' turned out to have made her husband look drunk. Veron's eyes turned to the firm hands of her slightly trembling husband.

"Your hands are shaking."

"I'm, too happy."

Veron smiled slightly. Grabbing Zello's hand, grasping it tightly. "Mas Zell." Kiss the back of Zello's hand gently. Veron's chest shook. Hearts popping. Especially seeing the look in Zello's eyes, as if making himself float.

Vibration beautifully ushered in her face, eroding the distance at hand. Landing her sweet lips on the lips of the husband she loved so much. Slowly but surely feel and enjoy her husband's sensual lips.

***

Though not sure it will pay off. But Zico did his initial intention. Last night told people to go to the club as striped-nose men who need the satisfaction of a woman. Not to forget also Zico told to look for a photo of Veron there. Is there a photo of Veron attached from the many choices of women who can satisfy the striped men.

And result. Niente.

The message he received was quite clear. The man found nothing.

Veron may have lied to his past. But maybe Veron's not a night woman.

Zico scooped his face rough.

Bibs. Phone voice mail at Zico's desk.

Zico quickly sent a number.

Zico gasped at his seat. Justifies the position of the body and immediately fiddles with his laptop. Zein Number. Didn't Zein keep a photo of Lilie?

With his own hands. Armed with the knowledge he got from his friend, Zico began fiddling with his laptop.

Huhh. Zico stared at the screen in front of him. I was tired before the battle. Zein does not separate contacts for personal matters with office affairs. Make all the messages and copied with so much.

Zico's hand deftly plays his mouse, making the arrows on the screen scroll up and down to browse quickly. As fast and detailed as Zico's eyes traced the amount of writing there.

'Mrs. D'D'

Zico remembers very well with Mr.'s contact. D at his boss's wife's number. Dave.

Zico didn't want to guess. He immediately clicked and displayed the entire message there.

Zico thought he would have trouble reading the core of this message. Because thinking about personal messages and cooperation will be one. But it's not, it's purely a personal message.

[Can't you just clear the schedule for me tonight?] Zeins.

[Can't. It all depends on Veron himself]

Mr. D

[Make tomorrow night just for me] Zein

[You can send your own message. He did it, he determined ]Mr. D

[Are we not partners on the outside, either]

[That's it. I don't want to force him to be uncomfortable. Just call Joan, she'll give you the sexiest woman here]

[I think only Veron is the sexiest]

[Where, Veron ] Zein

[Lent six months. Brought out of the country] Mr D

[Really? Why didn't anyone tell me] Zein

[Emot laughing]Mr D

[Dave, I want Veron to be my milk] Zein

[You think I'll release Veron to a jerk like you]Mr.D

[What's the difference between me and Veron] Zein

[Bedebah]Mr. D

Zico held his breath reading that barrage of messages. Meanin? Doesn't it?!

Zico's hand plays his mouse again. Make the contents of the screen scroll up and down.

'My Veron'

Huufzs. Zico clicked the mouse. Read the whole message.

Zico's eyes were rounded with what he read. There is no indecent message, only able to make himself inflamed.

Zico toggle to see My Veron profile photo. 'Lilie' and look at her contact number. Different from the number Lilie uses now. Its clear. Sure oes. Lilie is smart and li.

"Ziko."

"B-Boss." Zico jumped out of his seat.

"I'm asking for a new CEO number, not a late ceo number. What's wrong with you?" ask Zello intimidatingly. It's not usually Zico makes mistakes. The message he sent was not opened. Making Zello inflamed in his room.

It's not unusual for Zico to fail to cover up his nervousness. Zico's not ready to tell Zello yet.

Unknowingly, Zico's eye tails are directed to the laptop that lights up there. Complete with the facts he just got.

"What's wrong?" Zello followed the eye of Zico.

"What's this?" Zello's eyes narrowed reading the reply on the screen.

[I'm very satisfied with your service last night]

[Emot smile]

[I'm at a jewelry store. Choose, I'll buy it for you]

[Jewelry video ]

[I don't think it's necessary, sir]

[Come on]

[As for you]

[Ok. I choose]

[Later in the evening, has someone hired you]

[There]

[Full?]

[No ]

[Some time please help me]

[Alright]

[Veron where are you]

[What's right you've hired people for a long time]

[Please, Veron. Just get out of Dave's place. I'll take care of you]

[Where are you now? I miss you so much. I'm crazy, Veron. I'm crazy without you]

Bag. Zello slammed the mouse he was holding. His early mind was confused by the writing was suddenly hot. Heart rumbles. Verons. That's Lilie's long name.

"WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN?" Hardik Zello's.

"Boss...."

"Message who did you hack Zico? Is that not your message? Hi?" Zello's voice blared throughout the room.

Zico just saw his boss this time. Never before. Zico.

"Ziko." Dug .... Zico's chair is turned over to the floor.

"ANSWER!"

Zello grabbed Zico's collar. Staring sharply ready to pounce on him.

"Jawab Zico." disappointed Zello. His eyes and heart were heating up. I don't want to think far, but the writing...

"Ze-Zein."

Zello's eyes widened. 'Zein, Veron'

"Who's Veron there? Don't tell me it's my Veron, Lilieku Zico!" Zello's voice is shaking. Rumbled with tightness in the chest.

"Sorry." Zico rubbed his reddened nose. One clear drop fell from Zico's eyes. It fell right in the hands of Zello who blocked his collar.