The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 43. Talking about it is never bored.

At eleven o'clock in the evening a restaurant whose building is still new, about two years ago began to open, has now been closed because it began late at night and visitors are no longer there.

"Bagas you can just go home, tonight I am no longer busy" said the man who became Bagas' superior.

"Okay boss, thank you for giving me a quick break" Bagas said.

Hemm.

Bagas is the person of his right hand, anything will definitely ask for the help of Bagas, Bagas is also not as sef, part sef also the servant already exists alone.

But before Bagas actually came out of his study, Bagas turned back and looked at his boss who was still busy tidying up the income paper today at the restaurant.

"Boss Nofal, tomorrow I leave work a little late because I want to take my mother to the hospital to check."

"Just for a moment" continued Bagas wanted to convince Nofal more.

"It's up to you that the important thing is still to go," Nofal said without seeing the face of the other person, staying focused on tidying up his desk from the amount of paper on the table.

"Thank you, Boss. I'm home." Bagas smiled.

Hemm.

After Bagas came home, Nofal was alone in this room, even alone in this restaurant place.

Because all his employees were at home, he usually always went home with Bagas, but tonight because he wanted to meet someone who was missed, made Nofal decided to go home alone.

The one whom Nofal longed for was none other than Zeon, his own younger brother. Since taking care of the restaurant business since two years ago.

Making Nofal and Zeon rarely meet, not even once a month, because the two are indeed equally busy.

What's more now that there isn't a single place left, Nofal stays in the mansion, but not with Zeon currently living in the apartment.

And Nofal also knew from when Zeon had lived there, but the trouble that Nofal had for these three years, was capable of maturing him.

Until the restaurant is still new is now successful many visitors under its auspices.

And Nofal was happy to be able to boast of his father.

Before exiting his study, Nofal grabbed his favorite jacket, then walked out, and did not forget to lock the restaurant.

Rows of shophouses next to his restaurant tonight are all closed, this area becomes quiet, Nofal immediately get into the car and run it.

After the car got onto the highway, Nofal rang the music, while listening to Nofal's western music driving the car.

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After a distance of about thirty minutes, Nofal had already reached the apartment where Zeon lived.

It was now standing in the elevator that took it up to the floor where Zeon's apartment room was located.

Ting.

The elevator door opened, Nofal immediately walked out and looked for room number 39 where Zeon's room was.

After being in front of room 39, Nofal pressed the bell. Not long after the door opened and a tall, handsome figure appeared.

For a moment they both fell silent but a moment later they laughed together while hugging each other.

Haha.

"You're thin now, you're making me stupefied" Nofal said, patting Zeon on the back, who immediately got a nod to Zeon's head.

"Have a lot of thoughts" replied the origin of Zeon.

After hugging each other for a long time without seeing each other, Zeon invited Nofal inside.

"Your apartment is clean and fragrant" Nofal said as he looked around the living room.

"It will be cleaned up." Zeon sat on the couch.

"Helper you stayed over too?" Nofal sat down next to Zeon.

Hahah, "all time."

"I want to make some coffee?" nofal.

Zeon looked towards the pouch that Nofal was carrying. "By, tapa should be delicious. If it's not good I don't want to," Zeon replied but got a direct hit on Nofal's shoulder.

"Lu ngremehin tastes good coffee at my restaurant," replied Nofal who followed a cynical look.

Haha. Zeon laughed immediately.

Nofal walked to the kitchen, and immediately made coffee there using a machine, and after so the delicious aroma of coffee menguar make life at home to breathe it.

Nofal again sat next to Zeon, now at the front desk they both had good-tasting coffee.

The puff of smoke marked with coffee was still hot, making Zeon want to taste immediately, seemingly steady as he thought.

"Yakin nih delicious," continued Zeon while willing to take a cup containing the coffee.

Again got a bump on the shoulder from Nofal. Yet Zeon only chuckled in response to Nofal.

"Ah, steady," he murmured after sipping Nofal's coffee that tastes steady.

Zeon put the coffee cup back on the table. "It seems that you have to come to your restaurant to taste the food menu there."

"It's open twenty-four hours for you, when's it coming?" ask Nofal.

Zeon chuckles. "Entar is still lazy now."

Nofal sneered.

Then things became quiet no more voices of speech. Until finally made Nofal ask who was filled his head.

"I heard Daddy set you up?"

"Yes," Zeon replied, a lazy voice replying to this.

"Why aren't you excited? Isn't the woman very pretty." Tempted Nofal, curious as to what Zeon's reaction would be like.

"Nobody's prettier than my ex-wife."

Nofal laughed, Zeon's answer was very funny to him. How not funny because both of them once loved the same woman.

Poor him, but I can't help you anymore, Zelea if I meet you I'll apologize for my mistake and beg you to want to come back with Zeon. Inner Nofal.

I increasingly saw Zeon's sincere love for Zelea, the inner Nofal.

"I haven't found him either, whether he's on which continent." When Zeon's eyes seemed empty, he looked so deeply wounded by his fate.

"Be patient you can find him." Nofal supported Zeon, his hand rubbed Zeon's shoulder.

Zeon finished the little coffee, then put the cup back on the table. "But do I still have any hope of being with him, while I'm being betrothed."

Miris murmured in her heart.

"I'll help you find it soon." Nofal.

Zeon chuckled. "Daddy's the only key, but still the silence won't talk." Zeon took a long breath.

The two of them continued to talk about Zelea, as if there were no bored words to discuss Zelea.

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In the room, Radit continued to cough until the blood came out, a cough that Radit had suffered for one month but his children no one knew.

To the extent that his chest felt tight, in front of the sink Radit kept coughing.

Cold sweat came out on his forehead, Radit clutching the edge of the sink firmly during a cough.