The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 32. Maybe it's a demon.

Everyone goes back to work every morning. Finish the job until the time is over, to connect with life. That's what every worker says, if there is waste can be shopping to please themselves.

Zelea opened the car door, her feet stepped out and immediately stepped on the wet grass, it seemed like it was raining heavily last night, to make the grass in the yard still wet a lot of dew. Time was nine in the morning.

"Ze, come?"

Radit's voice resuscitated Zelea's daydream, who had been pecking at the sight of her wet pantofel shoes stepping on the grass.

Radit smiled at Zelea who was silent. "Come, why stay there," Radit asked again.

Zelea smiled back and started walking, they together walked towards the charity house.

Radit is used to every month giving donations to this charity.

As one of the donors in this charity home, of course Radit's face is very well known, Radit always comes alone to make donations, never told his subordinates.

What if you have to invite Assistant Mip, certainly to accompany him, never even once Radit told people.

"Master, Radit. Please come in" said the young woman, commonly called Susan. Workers at this charity parlor.

Radit and Zelea responded with a smile, they followed Susan walking towards the living room.

After sitting there, before long came the woman who was not young, a little fat, approaching them with a graceful smile.

"Sir, Radit sorry for the long wait" he said, shaking Radit's hand, before finally following up to sit there.

"No problem, Ms. Ani, we just arrived" Radit said.

Everyone just smile.

Radit's mas interaction with everyone here looks so familiar, Zelea's inner being has been quietly paying attention.

Radit reached into his bag then took out a brown map filled with money, put it on the table. "Bu Ani, sorry I can only help with a small amount, because my current ability can only be this much. Yesterday the company had a shake."

"Mr Radit, it doesn't have to be that way. We are grateful, because his name alms does not have to be determined by the amount. And may Mr. Radit's alms be a blessing and the company can return smoothly."

"Amin" said everyone.

After Bu Ani recorded Radit's name in his book, Radit and Zelea immediately went home, because there were still many affairs.

Zelea and Radit are in a moving car.

After leaving the charity home, Zelea was curious and curious since when Radit began to become a donor at the charity home.

"Mas, can I ask you a question?" asked Zelea to start the conversation.

Radit. "What do you want to ask?" voice soft.

"I see Mas is so familiar with Ani's mother, Mas has long been a donor at the charity parlor?"

Look at the reaction of Radit chuckling. Eh, Zelea immediately shut her mouth, thinking if she had asked wrongly.

"Actually your question does not need to be answered, so we certainly look familiar because we have met often."

Hehe.

This time Zelea laughed.

They kept quiet again while enjoying the time in the car that kept going.

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"Daddy." Zeon opened the door to his father's office. But I didn't find anyone there.

Where do you think he keeps walking to his dad's desk.

At the table Zeon still saw the picture frame of his mother and father, Zeon's heart warmed to see the photo.

But why Daddy had to get married, whatever the reason Daddy didn't get married again, inner Zeon, started to get upset again.

Because what he was looking for was not in his study, Zeon finally went from there. But just closing the door, Zeon meets Assistant Mip who wants to enter his father's office.

"Uncle" said Zeon.

"Yes, Young Master." Subject respect.

"Know where Daddy's going?"

"Mr Radit went to the charity parlor, Young Master."

Zeon breathed heavily, deservedly not in the study, that was what his rough breath meant.

Zeon did not speak anymore and directly walked away from the presence of Assistant Mip. The man who was his father's age walked into the President's office and placed an important file on the Master's desk. Then come back out.

Zeon, who had arrived at his study, inexplicably felt guilty mixed with anxiety.

Guilty of her mother, for she could no longer be evil with Zelea.

Anxious, because confused with the feelings he experienced. The strange feeling he just felt.

"Why do I always have my face covered, I'm like someone else in love." Zeon immediately shook his head quickly finished talking.

Trying to shift his mind by finishing a stack of work on his desk.

But his attempts to divert his mind to Zelea's shadow turned out to be futile.

Zeon was not focused on work.

Putting back the pen that Zeon was holding, his back was leaning on the back of the chair, his head looking up at the ceiling of the room.

Zeon let out a long sigh and rubbed his face violently.

Again there was only a heavy sigh of Zeon, until finally I don't know what the man was thinking, Zeon suddenly came out of his study.

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zelea and Radit arrived at the company, they were after coming out of the charity parlour to meet with clients, and have just arrived.

When entering the company, everything is normal until entering the elevator is normal, until Zelea and Radit enter his study, all still looks normal. Until Zelea stood before her desk, her eyes caught something there.

Whatisit? Like a food container, but I'm no longer ordering food, then who's that? The mind of Zelea wondered.

His feet approached, his hands reaching for something that plagued his eyes a food container on the table.

For Zelea 💖

Zelea again surprised to read the writing on the lid of the food container.

"This is serious for me? But who gave me, so good of him," said to himself, his hands were impatient to see what was in it? And ...

Zelea's eyes widened to see the contents in the food container.

"Fruit salad, ah this is a big meal for me to eat at lunch gini," he said excitedly, Zelea took a sitting position and ate the fruit salad.

Zelea who really likes fruit salad to not remember again had to find out who the giver.

And after the fruit salad had run out, Zelea again thought who the giver of fruit salad that had been spent.

"So me and Mas Radit went together, and the only ones who could go in and out of this workspace were Assistant Mip and the man" Zelea did not continue her words when she wanted to mention Zeon by name.

Zelea shook her head.

It can't be Zeon, nor can it be Assistant Mip, can it be a demon? The inner Zelea who was even goosebumps with that wrong thought.