The Cuek is Normal

Small lie

Kenzo was still sitting at the table, staring one by one at the head of his company. His cold face made the room seem to lack oxygen. He glanced at the watch in his hand and revealed a thin grin. Very thin barely visible.

Jimi his personal assistant bowed deeply, saluting his master's gurgle that would soon depart from there.

"Jim .. finish this. Report to me later."

Jimi replied with a bow and walked ahead of Kenzo to open the door.

And here he is now, in front of his apartment with a few packages of food and snacks. Press the code and log in immediately. Once he reached the living room, he was greeted with a sharp gaze of Zahira and a whimper of his two starving nephews.

"Large liars. "

Zahira uttered it with a stifled voice full of aggravation. He was hungry, the twins were starting to fuss and the person he promised would come was not there at all.

Kenzo put down the food parcel that his two nephews had immediately invaded. He approached Zahira and put on a sorry face.

"I forgot to ask for your cell phone number, to let you know that this babysitter is coming home. My sister also went to Bali after a fight. So can you give me your phone number?"

Zahira did not immediately reply, she threw a cold gaze.

"I'm not a substitute babysitter .. and I have to go now. I also have a lot of big master business. "

After saying that, Zahira stepped out of the apartment. Heedless of the call of Via who called him. It seems like Via already likes it. Kenzo grinned thinly. Let Zahira go and follow his two nephews to eat and feed them.

Kenzo grabbed his phone and contacted his sister-in-law who in fact did not go to Bali at all. They're just taking a break in one of the apartment units in this building.

" As I thought .. she left. Hurry up here .. Your children are getting fussy, brother."

So, what's really going on here?

Not how long Karin came and immediately hugged her children followed by her husband in the back.

"If it wasn't for your play, my children wouldn't have been left this way! "

"What are you going to do next?"

It was a question from her brother, Lutfi.

"Taking him into our lives is not that easy, he is not an approachable person. He's been working with me for over two years but I don't know anything about him. He is very secretive even to other employees close to him. "

"Thank you for your help, this will be my business. You don't have to worry about anything."

His two brothers looked at each other at Kenzo's response. Total did not understand the way their sister thought this.

"What is your purpose? All I know is he's just an orphan, he's from an orphanage. There's nothing special about him. Are you in love with her? "

Kenzo chuckled at Karin's question.His expression expressed denial. Karin asked her husband in silence. Really don't understand.

"Let's go home, the kids should take a break. I'm tired too. "

Lutfi got up and carried Vio. While the wife carried Via. Leaving Kenzo with scattered food and a messy room, of course, he would not bother cleaning it.

He presses his phone screen until he finds Zahira's contact. Then send a message through the Whatshapp app.just one sentence, then a small smile. A sincere smile in the real sense, no longer a smirk like that.

Elsewhere, Zahira is in Wewen's office. Waiting for the detective to finish his business with the police or another detective, Zahira did not care.

When the notification notification notification on her phone rang, Zahira frowned confusedly. Who sent him the message. He never messaged anyone but Wewen. The contacts on her phone also only had Wewen's number, the mother of the parlour, her boss and Rara. while the other three never texted her. Only with Wewen did he send a message.

Zahira looked at the two detectives who were talking, none of whom was holding a cell phone. Finally, confused, he grabbed the phone in the bag and opened it.

Instantly he nodded in wonder. Realizing something, he hardened his jaw full of aggravation.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'll repay you later."

It was the sound of his message and he consciously and confidently knew who the sender was.