My Beloved's Choice Woman

Because of Lifestyle

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"Don't, the photo's here."

"Yes. Photograph me dong!"

"Come selfi! Snuggle."

"Ah, saucy. Now a photo of a socialite artist. Where's the cameraman?"

"All the people's photos."

"Photoin bentar, may? It will be paid."

Czech, chekrek, cekrek ....

How many times have they changed angles, changed expressions. But as if not satisfied, they took turns taking single photos alternately with the background of the 3d butterfly screen wall.

Veron smiled wryly, looking at them. Those who number six young mamah with socialite style are so compact in taking pictures. Laugh together. Clamoring together.

Hah, Veron's self hurts. He's never been like that before. She always goes with Desy. Sometimes with Anita. Maybe exactly the smile of Veron is not for those who are happy in the big outdorr mall. But a wry smile bemoaned his fate that was unlike anyone else. In the past, even though he came out, he was always in the eyes of Dave. Ever since Veron got married, Veron has been feeling relaxed by Dave. But I don't know either .... Given Dave is very cunning, lest Dave continue to monitor without a sepengahuan himself.

As if they do not care about their children who are not far from them, they continue to be engrossed in taking pictures. No matter the child who is pinching, snot to everywhere, eating ice cream straws fill the chin.

Veron's last eyes were fixed on the little girl with curly hair tied in half. Sweet appearance of a little girl because there is a banginya. Seeing such a little girl, Veron seemed to be reflecting.

Veron who was sitting not far from the girl smiled. Smiling smirk. That little girl is the target.

With a slow step Veron approached the little girl. Aware of Veron's presence, the girl looked up.

"Hi!" greet Veron.

"Yes, Aunt."

His voice is so soft.

"Who are you? It's the same hair, '" said another boy.

Veron glanced towards the direction his mother was. Really, her mom's still busy with the gank. Not aware at all his son was with a stranger. Fortunately for Veron's stranger.

"Yes. Aunt is beautiful."

"You're beautiful too."

Veron's chortling, "you want to come with aunty?"

"Why?"

"Where are you."

"Ah, don't want to."

"Why?"

"Later mama nyariin."

"Ohh, but if aunty wants to hold you for a minute?"

He em's. The little girl nodded. Don't want to be invited, but want to be carried.

Hap, that girl with a split second instantly stuck to Veron's indentation. With light steps Veron moved from there.

"Where are you going?" shouted the other boy.

"Issa! ..."

Veron was already quite far away from them. The hysterical and rowdy sounds began to settle down.

"Alisa you're going... "

"Let's find!"

"Alisa! Alisa!..."

Veron stopped his steps, smiling faintly at the little girl. "You don't want to cry?! Cry!"

"Why should I cry?"

"You kidnap. Want aunty to split up with your mama."

"Auntie lied to hua....."

Veron patted his eel. Her voice was soft, her crying was soft.

The cans?!.

Tuk. Clontengs..... Cans roll tight because it kicked Veron.

"That's Alisa. The kidnapper....! Kidnappers.... That's the kidnapper."

****

"Lilly."

Veron was at the police desk

A couple stood next to Veron's chair. The dislike face of the young mama was very clear, hands folded on the chest, eyes full of judgment.

"Goodbye?"

"Mm, the capital."

"Motive?" The police stared coldly at Veron. His hand stopped following Veron who never answered his question.

Huh. "Money."

"For what? To dare kidnap a child."

"Living style."

"You!! I want to kidnap my son for a lifestyle. The basic has no heart. It could be kidnapping a child for a lifestyle." The woman was screaming hysterically. His folded hands turned to grab Veron's hair strongly.

"Mother, already. Let him be our business" said the police, removing his hand from Veron's hair. While her husband is silent and may justify his wife's actions.

"If you don't have children. But you have a family, right? Don't you have a family?? Huh uh?"

"Try to feel if your family is gone, gone, or dead. Know taste? Paints."

Veron's eyes were reddened. His ears buzzed at the screams of the young lady next to him.

"It's like you don't have a family! Fucking demon!"

Veron stood up from his seat, staring intently, making the woman shocked.

"Blame yourself! Why can't you take care of your own child. What if I wasn't the one who kidnapped her. Weren't you busy playing mobile phones and chatting with your friends. No matter what your child is."

"You... " Without a warning the woman immediately grabbed Veron again who had dared to speak cruel to himself.

Not to be outdone, Veron snatched the woman back.

"HAD! ALREADY!" Police shouting.

Veron sat back down, his eyes staring dislikefully at the woman he had snapped.

"Master, if you don't believe me, check the cctv at the mall! Your wife is too late!"

"Enough Miss Lilie! Even so you can't just kidnap her child. What exactly is your motive for kidnapping a child," the police re-appointed.

"For the money, sir."

The policeman snorted angrily, "How many times have you kidnapped a child?"

"One time."

"What did that mean?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"By your God!"

"Yes, for God's sake it's the first time."

Hm, "alright." The police stared intensely at Veron who then gave a small nod.

"family?"

Veron gasp. And gulped with difficulty.

"There, but let's get them involved!"

"All right."

"Bring him to the cell!" continued.

****

Veron as a new person is certainly the center of attention of those who are already in the cell.

Veron slowly enters the same cell. With women who numbered more than ten that he occupied now.

They all looked at the old Veron, with different gazes. Cold, flat, cute, hate, fed up.

'Why doesn't anyone stare at him like grandpa did?!'

"Look. Grandpa what are you doing? Lilie kangen's'.