My Husband's Cold Lecturer

70. Where ?

Damian was impatient to find his wife, while waiting for the collection of evidence to dismiss the scandal, he tried to call his parents and his in-laws. Maybe Zeline is hiding there, Damian thought.

“Halo Mom, Zeline is there” Damian said quickly when the phone was lifted.

“...”

“Ah, Mom already knows apparently. Only I don't know” Damian's voice is lethargic.

“...”

“Nothing Mom, Damian will come home if it's done all”

“...”

“Okay Mom's. Bye”

Damian immediately looked for his in-law contact after a while ago finished calling his Mommy.

“Halo Mother. Is Zeline at Mom's house ?” damian asked after the phone was connected.

“...”

“Yes. Thanks Bu” Damian said lethargic.

“...”

“Damian will stop by the house if the problem is settled Bu”

“...”

“Iya Ma'am, greetings to Dad ya Bu”

Damian sat down in the doldrums. He returned to his rough hair.

“Where ?” ask Ars

“Nothing” Ogre Damian.

“At my home also no ?” ask Zayn.

Damian shook his head weakly in response. Zayn walked back and forth while continuing to call his sister's number, even though he knew it was off. While Ana sobs.

“Nih bang, Zeline number is also not active”, Ana explained to Zayn.

“Ars. Have our bodyguards search Zeline for all train stations, bus terminals, and airports. Don't let anyone miss” Damian's word.

Ars called his bodyguard. He had also instructed what Damian had entrusted.

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The day before night, all the matters of evidence and the others had also been gathered to stay tomorrow in the clear during the press conference. Zayn and Ana have been home since. Now only Ars and Damian are still trying to contact Zeline.

“You where the hell is Zel” said Damian is still calling his wife.

“Ars is so bad. I can go home. Anterin I” Damian said.

“But later if there is still a reporter how ?”

“Haah... Okay let me anter” pasrah Ars according.

They both pass from Ars' apartment to Damian's. As Damian had expected. There are still reporters, but they don't swarm like that. They immediately rushed into the basement.

“Thanks, loe nginep aja here” Damian said.

“Gue is also planning to. I also bring the needs we make tomorrow”

Damian nodded and the two of them walked into the house.

“Select a room you want to occupy. I went to the room first” said Damian who continued to walk quickly to his room.

Cclek

Criet

Hollowly. The first impression when Damian went into his room. He researched every room. His gaze was fixed on a box on the nightstand that contained his wife's wedding ring. Right exactly as Bi Ima said on the phone earlier.

“Darling don't gini. You go where” Damian shrewd monologue. He took and held the wedding ring.

Damian grabbed the box beside him. Slowly he opened the box. The first he saw was a testpack with two red lines, he shakily took it. Both eyes begin to dew when they see a black and white image under the testpack.

“Is this our baby dear. It doesn't look so obvious. But like her she is still very small in your stomach” said her as she gently stroked the image. It was as if he could damage her if her caresses were too tight.

“Dear you went where our baby went. Ii'm sorry. I'm sorry for this stupid one. Sorry..” shed her tears. Damian is fragile now. At home his love went to bring with him the fruit of their love that he so long craved. This is the most severe torture his wife has ever given him.

His gaze returned to a paper tucked at the very bottom of all the goods earlier. Open up that paper. His tears were getting more impolite down with his rushing wet cheeks while reading the sentence on the paper. His wife was intending to give him a surprise that night. But he caught Echa's trap. So that resulted in prague in his household.

“I'm sorry baby, come back. Hixes. I'm a bad husband, I'm a stupid husband. Please go home, baby. Hiks” isak pilu Damian. His stocky body even to the point of sitting limp on the side of the bed with his head lowered which continued to shed sadness, guilt, and fragility into one. Still ringing what his wife wrote on the paper made him sad and very guilty.

To : Uli Nampyeon

Congratulations, you will be a father. Our dreams are realized.

Yes, I’m pregnant. Our baby is growing in my tummy.

Be a great and good father to our son.

 

Love you, man,.

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