My Beloved's Choice Woman

Dave's Coming to the Apartment

Once Zello's apartment looks restless, the constant pacing makes Veron uncomfortable, more precisely to be anxious. Did Dave do anything, because of their little argument just now?

"Why the hell, Mas? Dave is it?!" cecar Veron's.

"No. It's about the company."

"Keep why you're pacing that way. Usually not up to the whole thing about the company."

"It's okay, honey. There's just a little problem. I usually never go. Just fine. But when there's trouble I'm a little anxious. It seems that I'm the one who is too much" Zello assures. Zello leads Veron to sit on the bed.

"Darling, I'll be out for a while taking care of the job. I've called Dahlia to come with you."

"Those nights?"

"Yes, grandpa doesn't know yet. I'm going to Grandpa's house again to talk about this."

Veron nodded small despite actually hesitating. Zello smiled faintly at his obedient wife, who he kissed her on the forehead, stroking her with tenderness. Veron's past, everything Veron went through yesterday made Zello feel sick. His wife's life was never smooth from childhood. And now, Zello won't let it all interfere with his wife's happiness anymore.

****

"Sir." Zello took a deep breath, sitting on Hanif's bed.

Hanif who was sitting on the bed looked at her unusual granddaughter. Especially until the night in his room.

"Where's Lilie? Is there a problem?" kerta Hanif's.

Zello was silent for a while, not only was his wife in trouble, but it might have affected the company and their families as well. Zello hopes Hanif has also wanted from the beginning because of his wife's past, so it will not make Hanif's health drop.

"All this has to do with Lilie's past with the company, Cake."

Gusts of rough breathing out of Hanif's lips, he also tried to fix his seat which was directly assisted by Zello.

"Say! I'm ready to hear it."

"Wide a broadcast about Lilie's past. And... started impacting our company. Sooner or later you'll find out, but I want you to hear directly from Zello."

Hanif's chest rose and fell heavily, Zello's speech affecting him a little. But considering the photos that were sent back about Veron, Hanif guessed that all this would happen.

"Ladeni only! Those who want to go let go. Tomorrow morning we have a press conference."

Zello nodded in agreement, according to Zello's thoughts. Whatever it is that we all have to face. Getting Veron back is the same as thinking about the risks he will take.

"Thank you, Cake." Zello's eyes turned dewy. Considering his grandfather's company would be at stake.

"Grandfather is old. Grandpa just wants to live the life that grandpa wants. Let's just follow the plot. No need to think about anything else."

Zello hugged Hanif tightly, her tears dripping from haru.

Hanif patted Zello's shoulder. Hanif judged Zello too much. "True Panee said, you're too good at managing a business and being an heir expert. There is a problem like this you have already. The artist's work alone has no effect on his past. Especially businessmen. People who already know your performance will certainly also take wise action."

Zello took off his embrace, looking at Hanif who was easy to talk casually in such a way. But in fact, Hanif's words comforted him a little. His feelings of anxiety were reduced to hearing Hanif's words.

"Have Zico prepare to hold a press conference tomorrow morning!"

*****

(Morning of day)

Zello stared at his wife's cell phone. Veron asked, but he said he forgot to put it so he had not found it. Press conferences about the business world are certainly far different from news about artists that immediately spread widely in any media. Unlike the business news, not necessarily entered the television screen. Newspapers are limited too. Usually only business people are interested. Zello was convinced that his wife would not know what was going to happen. Unless someone tells or sends a message to his wife. Veron's phone is still on him. Just in case someone terrorizes or sends his wife a message again via mobile phone.

All concerned are already sitting at his desk - Hanif, Zello, the lawyer, Zico-. Some journalists are also ready with recording devices and notes that they have prepared. There are still many who later followed, such as people related to cooperation with Hanif company.

"Here, there is Lord Hanif, Mr. Zello and others concerned, are ready to receive questions from all friends," the lawyer said.

"For Mr. Hanif. If you may know how to get stale, now where's your Daughter-in-law's Grandchild?" said reporter.

"There's at home. I intentionally did not bring it here. This is very emotional news for everyone, especially for him. But I am determined not to involve him for now. But if later you are all not satisfied, surely next time I will take it." said Hanif.

"How can you, sir. It's all related to him. Why not get involved?"

Hanif laughed casually, "i don't think personal problems have anything to do with the business world. So it's not required. While we're here to discuss the work of fellow businessmen and a little clarification."

"This is for Mr. Zello and Mr. Hanif. Mm, did you two know about Mr Zello's wife's past? Judging from the current leisure of Mr. Hanif and Mr. Zello."

"Finally, that's the past. So we're not taking too much hasty action" Zello said.

"So? Have you seen that picture before?"

"It has. And certainly from the one who wants to take us down and doesn't like the harmony of my household."

"Do you just understand and believe?"

"My wife is always next to me. If without me, he is always with my assistant aka confidant. So I don't care about the mass. What matters to him today."

"Is that so, Mr Hanif?"

"Maybe my granddaughter-in-law had a long time with Mr. Zein. But the broadcast about his past work is just an addition from people who don't like what my granddaughter-in-law is now getting. There's no evidence other than the writing that suggests that my granddaughter-in-law is a woman of the night, right? So I make sure it's just a piece of writing."

"But Mr. Zein's death in my opinion includes solid evidence."

"Please investigate. When we can we will even thank you," said Hanif casually. There is no other way to cover it. What he said was also true, 'no evidence.'

Reporters who have been alternating nods are satisfied with the results they get.

"Message to your business friend, Sir!"

Hanif directed his gaze at everything in front of him, taking a deep breath.

"A businessman is always looking for profit coffers. But it wasn't always smooth. I will not force here. And because of this irresponsible news, it was definitely us who felt aggrieved. Like other business people. 'We do not want to lose', even though we have experienced it now. I beg for cooperation. Who want to keep working together please, who want to decide please! Do not make a decision long. We don't want to lose in the middle of the road. It's better now. Before everything is done. Time, energy, and profits are at the core of the business. Who wants to end the cooperation please meet Zico's assistant. Thank you." said Hanif.

****

"I want Dahlia's chicken porridge!" veron whine.

"I'd like to be carted down by Dahlia's side of the road."

"Mm, but it's okay if I stay."

"Just for a second. I don't think it's far from the apartment there's. Usually a lot of porridgeers early in the morning like this Dahlia."

"Hm, okay. Indeed yes. You are spoiled" said Dahlia, caressing Veron's stomach.

According to Veron's request, Dahlia immediately exited the apartment in search of roadside porridge.

****

"It's very fast Dahlia" said Veron girang. Passion to the door and open it.

Veron who was originally cheerful became silent, his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, but a moment also changed the loud bang in it.

"Veron" said Dave with a faint smile. Stepping freely inside because Veron is still petrified.

"D-Dave."

"Make me drink!" said flat Dave, which even made Veron cringe. Veron swallowed his saliva.

"Why? You look so scared when you see me?" Dave grinning.

"You better go home! Zello will misunderstand."

"Yes I'm going home. I can't stay here. I'm going to have a sweet drink made by you. Please, I miss that." Dave stared at Veron's stomach at a glance which then cast off the direction of his gaze.

"Yes, wait a minute!" veron tried to relax.

Veron heads to the kitchen set and immediately makes a drink for Dave.

"Veron," Dave's raucous voice with his hands already coiled around Veron's distended belly.

"Deliver!" jolt Veron rough.

Dave grinning. "You're too arrogant, and ungrateful," Dave said.

"I'll make you a drink. You shut up there!" said Beron trying to dampen his emotions and fears.

Dave chuckled, foot-step eroding their distance.

"Dave, what do you want?" Dave's unusual gaze really frightened Veron.

"I asked. What do you want? Why are you back and forth like that. Am I so scary? Hm."

"It's not funny Dave. Please!"

"You're Veron's outrageous, I've given it all to you. But what's your reply. Huh."

"Dave, sorry." Veron leaned against the back door. His eyes were rounded which unintentionally saw some of Dave's people in the living room.

"Why? Did they scare you too?"

"We're talking about Dave. Come sit!"

"no need. I just miss you." Dave unbuttoned his top shirt.

"What do you want Dave?"

"I just want to tell you who you are?"

"Dave! You're sneaky. You said you'd let me go when I got married. Because you yourself are very fond of marriage. But it's just a joke!"

Dave's forehead wrinkled, while his hand still continued unbuttoning his shirt. Shows his chest and abdomen that are starting to be exposed. "I don't like women who like to be confused."

Veron opened the back door, headed for the balcony. "PLEASE.....!"

Dave's hand quickly silenced Veron's mouth using his sturdy hand, a few seconds replaced with his lips. Devouring free and greedy until Veron could not do much. Veron's own stomach feels uncomfortable with Dave's body as if pressing it accidentally.

"Dave!" plaqueskk.

Dave smiled again. Touching his cheek and then inhaling his palm, as if the scent of Veron's hand had switched on clinging to it.

"You're sneaky. You said you'd let me go. In fact, you're always trying to snare me. Making my hostels burn, injuring Zein and Rossa simultaneously, sending photos to grandfather. You arranged all that so I could get back to you, right?"

Dave's laughter exploded. Making Veron speechless.

"And one more. I also sent the photo broadcast to the business grub."

"What?" It was as if something had exploded in Veron.

"He em." Dave crunched the distance again, cornering Veron who was leaning in fear on the iron balcony.

"You know everything. Now I want to admit it. I-I love you Veron. I might be late. I can't without you." Again Dave's hungry gaze frightened Veron.

Dave's hand was playing around in Veron's face. Makes Veron angry but also alert. Brain's dead-end. He has no cell phone. In front is Dave. "Please..... " That's all Veron can do.

Bugs. Veron kicked************* Dave who immediately made Dave feel pain and provoked his emotions. The patience of Dave. Dave violently tore Veron's shirt off.

"Ah." Shouted Veron in panic. Trying to close his chest. "PLEASE......!"

"Emm." Vanished Veron's voice because of Dave's kiss. With emotion and unceasing Veron stomping and kicking Dave's legs, his hands also endlessly put up resistance. Hitting, grabbing, pushing,...

"DAVE. DAVE! .....DAVE........ "Serrite Veron.

I don't know where the power came from, but Dave was actually thrown through the iron balcony because of his resistance. His heart seemed to jump with Dave who plunged down.

Bugs. A faint voice that was barely audible. Veron closed his mouth. From the height of the seventh floor, Dave was lying with blood on his head.

Veron's hand turned to his stomach. "Aarghhh ...." An excruciating pain accompanied by fresh blood flow between the legs. With his heart still in shock because of Dave, Veron was also shocked to see blood between his legs. "Aarghhhhhh......"