My Husband's Hobby, Nourish!

My Husband's Hobby, Nourish!
Chapter 11



Selly disappeared for almost 2 months, during that time Fwri's father did not stop looking for her. Even he also had time to wipe the detective but still nil.


The geri? He seemed to be indifferent and forgot. He was busy with his company and his hobbies, fishing.


Like this time, Geri again and again was already preparing to go to fishing. He will participate in the race there with a very fantastic ticket and also a luxurious prize.


Geri is quite tempted because his opponent is quite tough and also equally from the top.


Dion had run out of thought, he had stopped Geri several times who were still fishing, but the results were fruitless.


"Ger, I can't stay long because my wife is waiting at home" Dion said.


"Well, time can't nyanoe finish anyway. Just last night we too" Geri replied with a protest.


"Can't do that, pity me" said Dion.


Geri could only resign, she nodded her head in agreement.


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The fishing event began, Geri with a smile eagerly he slammed the fishing hook into the dam.


However, just waiting for a while his phone was already ringing, Geri looked at him and ignored it.


But again and again his phone rang back, until he was upset himself.


"Just let's just say there" Dio said, knowing the one who called him was Father Feri.


Geri snorted annoyedly, she then left her lap and slightly moved away from there.


"Gr-"


Not yet Geri finished talking she was already in spray with the very shocking news from her Father.


"What, yes I will go home now" Geri replied quickly.


Tut's.


Geri put her cell phone in immediately, she then approached Dion.


"Gue's coming home, there's a serious problem at home. Lu finished until session 1 finished" Geri said quickly.


Dion nodded, then he let Geri pedgi who was flushed.


"Heh already know the wife does not know where this is even fun fishing" grumbled Dion annoyed.


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Geri drives off her car quickly, she is quite shocked when her father tells her that there is an error in the file that the client requested. While the client is an important client in the company.


"How can it go wrong, argghhhh" shouted Geri in annoyance.


Before long he reached his father's mansion, he took a breath first before getting out of the car.


"Dad" call Geri when he's inside the mansion.


"In the workspace" said Mother Fila cuek.


Geri nodded, then stepped towards the Father's study on the 2nd floor.


Geck.


Geck.


Geri knocks on her door before entering the workroom of her father.


"Come in"


Father Feri's voice was very firm and resounded withholding emotions, with Geri's slow movements opening her door.


"Come Geri" said Father flatly.


Glug.


Geri immediately approached her father and sat down before him with her face down.


"What have you been doing all this time, Geri? Ayesha's here and I'm busy looking for Selly, do you know that your daughter is always delirious in calling Selly?" ask Daddy Ferries.


"And you're even engrossed in fishing, you even neglect your duties in the company" he explained again.


"I'm also looking for Selly Dad, even I work well" said Geri.


Brakes.


"Read that Geri, why can you be that careless" Father Feri's voice was so loud, even Geri was stunned to hear it.


Geri opens the file, she reads and researches it. And sure enough the file seemed original and he was very careless.


"I've been quiet all this time not not caring about you, Geri. You've been going home all night for fishing? Then what did you get, huh? Fishing is enough once every 1 week if it was a holiday" said Father Feri.


"Your salary even you spend all of it for the sake of pampang-foya, even this 2 months you forget that Ayesha you have to live, Geri" pressed Father Feri.


Deg.


Geri was stunned by his father's words, she forgot that Ayesha had not given any more rations as long as Selly was not around.


"Why? You just remembered, heh" ledek Dad.


"Do you feel free because Ayesha is with us? Where's your responsibility as Papa, huh?" ask Daddy Ferries.


"Mom is not so Dad, I forgot to give him Yesha" elak Geri as soon as possible.


"forget? You forgot you had a kid here. You never even came or stayed here with Ayesha" said her father with a sharp look.


Geri looked at the father, then shook his head.


"You want to avoid busy work? Stale one! Just tell me you're busy fishing, I know you're after work straight into fishing" Father Feri snapped.


Glug.


"I'm sorry Geri Dad, Geri's stress is full of thoughts between the company and Selly" Geri said.


"That's all" replied Father Feri.


Feri's father just left from there, he's fed up with his son who always just reasoned.


He then went to call his Assistant, Geri's father couldn't have lost the investor because he was so important.


As for Geri, she sighed harshly as her Father left.


Drrt.


Drrtts.


"Hello" Geri told his assistant


"*Sir, this is terrible. Company shares are declining and our important investors are rampaging because of the files you send carelessly" explained the Assistant.


"I'm afraid the company will be shaky and can also falter" he explained again*.


"You take it easy, I'll fix everything and send it straight there tomorrow morning" Geri replied.


"Yes, I'll be with you tomorrow. Then I turn it off first because I want to see the development again" said Asitennya.


Tut's.


Geri turns it off after replying to the Assistant, she then reopens the file and searches for whichever one she needs to fix.


Geri immediately did it there with the laptop of the father, he was so serious and meticulous in working on it.


"Huh, this will be overtime" Geri murmured when she saw the clock was already 09pm.


Geri changes almost half of the file, she also intends to directly send the file to her client's Assistant when it is finished.


Almost 12pm Geri had just finished her work, she stretched her muscles and had already yawned several times.


"The end is over as well" muttered Geri smiling happily.


Geri tidied up all of her, she then got out of there and was going straight to her room Ayeaha.


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