My Love is Wrong Room

Chapters 117. Karma For Monica

"Oh my God, Monica, you know it's all for your own good. Why can't you create controls at all times according to the scheduled day."

Marcell rubbed his hair with both hands. It was frustrating to think about what was happening to Monica at the moment. Suddenly he remembered the events of a few mints ago. The incident between Rara and Monica. And I hope it's not what Marcell thinks it is now.

"Why?" Monica asked who suddenly panicked when she saw Marcell's panicked face.

"It's okay. Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up okay. We go back to Yogyakarta together."

"You're not going back to Jakarta."

"Son," Marcell said, "the gold wants to go back to Yogyakarta. Meet your parents."

Suddenly Monica became a clover, happy emanated clearly from her face, "hm, I'll be ready tomorrow. Let me wait for you."

Their chatter stopped when the taxi driver told them they had arrived.

Marcell got down first, then extended his hand helping Monica down carefully. Marcell's trivial treatment like this made Monica flowery, the crying that had originally struck now turned into a happy smile. For Monica, it was only Marcell who could need it well, making her seem to be the most special woman in the world. Like a queen who is always in puja. Plied with attention that makes Monica's heart always flowery even though the man never said to marry her but the actions of Marcell make Monic calm.

All the way to the fifth floor. Where Monica's room was, Marcell clasped the girl's fingers tightly, afraid of losing her figure, making Monica even more cheerful.

"Change your clothes and rest. I'll wait for you to fall asleep."

Monica nodded in agreement.

She takes a set of piayamas and takes them to the bathroom to get changed while removing her makeup.

While Marcell observed the entire area of Monica's room. Standard room four star hotel.

How poor is Monica now? Until renting a room should be cheap like this? Marcell thought of moving the entire Monica room with only a king-size bedroom, TV, nightstand, phone and a small wardrobe. There is no sofa either. Whereas during his time with him Monica always get anything with the best quality. But why break up with him in a few months is already broken like this.

Various questions arise in Marcell's mind makes the man wonder where all Monica money he gave so far.

Marcell has to investigate all of that. Investigate why Monica could be this poor when they broke up just last month. While according to him what Monica got from their relationship during this time was more than enough to live a luxurious life even though the woman did not work.

Marcell's daydream stops as Monica exits the bathroom.

"Have you eaten yet? If I don't order to eat yet."

"Already mas. I ate before going to the party. Now I'm full."

"You're still on a diet and you're not having dinner?" Ask Marcell again.

Monica.

"Not on a diet. You're a lot thinner now than I was."

Monica nodded.

"Why did the store go bankrupt?" Marcell asked as he helped Monica into the bed, covering the woman's body with a blanket.

"All my money was taken away with my manager. So I can't shop anymore. And I don't know where he went? I've asked people to look for it but haven't met until now."

"How much did he take away."

"Everything. Fifteen billion. All that remains is a small amount of groceries. Probably not more than a hundred million. I don't know what to do?"

Monica's eyes condensed again as she told all that.

Marcell knows Monica believes strongly in her manager whom she already considers her own sister, and she may not have expected that anyone in good faith would stab her in the back. Robbed him when he was off guard.

Marcell also did not have the heart to see it, "later help to find him. Don't get too in the mind, you can strap."

Monica nodded again.

"Sleep now it's night."

"But with me!"

Marcell has asked Monica. He let the woman hug his hand on his chest as a sleeping companion. While Marcel's free hand he used to pat the shoulder of the former.

After Monica fell into a deep sleep, her breathing began to settle down, so Marcell left and went back to the hotel where he was staying.

Before returning to the room, Marcell went first to the supervisory room to see what happened some time ago.

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At 07.00 am Marcell came to the hotel where Monica was staying. There Monica had been berberes and she was sitting on the edge of the bed while playing mobile phone waiting for Marcell to come.

"Have breakfast?" Marcell asked as he stroked the tip of Monica's head, making the woman look up at Marcell who was standing next to her while he nodded, "not yet."

"Eat first yuk! We eat in the coffee shop down first, it's just check out," Marcell told reporters.

Monica nodded in agreement.

Marcell who knew Monica was in an unhealthy condition also contained the woman invited her out. Lucky Monica met Marcell last night. The man could not have imagined what would have happened to Monica had he not come across Kan Petra's pickle.

Is Monica going to throw herself into a street full of cars to attract the attention of the likes of which she had been worried or something more extreme than that. In fact, now his ex also only speaks when he is greeted, not chatty as usual. Makes Marcell become concerned about the situation of the former.

Monica who needed sweet and soft by Marcell grimaced and smiled sweetly, showing his efficacious attitude like a child who wants to be spoiled and noticed by the father. Marcell who was used to such treatment faced patiently all Monica's treatment.

"What do you want to eat?" Marcell asked as the two of them were already sitting at a table close to the window.

"Anything, the important thing is that I eat in the same bribe mas ya?" Pinta Monica with spoiled.

Marcell agreed.

Monica was happy not to be upset when Marcell followed his will. It felt like his heart was no longer empty, his life was no longer empty, he was no longer alone, no longer lonely. Monica is really happy.

After the meal, Marcell returned to the fifth floor to pick up Monica's suitcase, which was still the tallest in the room, while the woman herself, was asked to wait for her in the lobby.

After checking out, they went straight to the airport where Marcell's private plane was waiting on the runway, to make a flight to Yogyakarta.

"Are we not going to Jakarta first? Go straight to Yogya to see my family?" Monic asked to convince himself.

"Hm, go straight to Yogya. I told you the same pilot last night."

"Hm."

Monica sat next to Marcell and put on her seatbelt, after the copailot told her they were about to take off.

The turbulence of the plane made Monica instantly nauseous and dizzy, making Marcell quickly clenched and hugged the woman so that she was comfortable and not vomiting.

"What a wonder, even though it has been invited to board a plane dozens of times also if it is terbulensi just drunk."

Monica grinned, showing off her white teeth in Marcell's arms that turned her nausea into sleepiness because the smell of musk emanating from the man's body made her relax and comfortable until it felt like she wanted to be shut down. Marcell who really spoiled Monica let the woman do everything that matters to her profanity and did not vomit because of drunkenness.

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