THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 112. I HAVE TO BE STRONG

This morning in Verrel's office was his assistant and two secretaries.  “Good morning, Mr. Frans.”

“Mana documents from Mr. Alpian, David.”

Frans stopped his steps, then twisted his body staring at the two Verrel secretaries sharply.  “And you.  See how the latest product design developments were requested by Mr. Verrel last week.  I need you to give me the report this afternoon.”

After saying that, Frans was about to turn around but his hand was held back by David who asked him about the state of the master.  Frans didn't know what to answer.  “Do well.  If at any time he returns, you do not get his anger.” Even though he himself did not know even unsure of the sentence he just said.  But Frans, who has worked for years with Verrel, is always convinced that everything will be fine as Verrel's message before leaving.

Frans entered Verrel's room, the man in a black suit was sitting in the CEO's seat and opened the laptop and opened the documents on Verrel's laptop.  “Master does always have a very strong instinct and seems to know what will happen so things like this become very easy to overcome.”

His fingers danced over the keyboard, he looked for the documents he needed and copied the contents of his phone into it.  Including some important evidence that he had obtained since yesterday.  Shortly after, his phone rang.  One name he knew very well emblazoned real made him choked and without further ado he answered the call “Halo.”

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“Mistress, breakfast first.”

Deandra did not budge and closed her eyes when Yuna came to bring her breakfast.  They were both on one of the benches in the hospital.  The young mother-to-be should have been able to go home, but due to the incident last night Deandra was hysterical and almost hurt herself.  Then inevitably Yahya also suggested that Deandra stay first in the hospital for a few days to denapn.

“Nyonya...don't be like this. Mistress must eat.”

Yuna touches the shoulder of her master whom she already considers to be her own son.  He gently touched Deandra's shoulder to wake her from the daydream, but Deandra did not respond.

“Mistress, remember that your baby also needs nutrition.  If the mistress does not eat then both baby mistresses will starve.. Does the mistress not pity them?” said Yuna trying to speak softly in the hope that Deandra would respond.  Yuna felt her chest tight and she almost lost her patience to persuade Deandra.

“If the mistress does not eat, how can your two babies develop well in there?” there was still no response either.  Until in the end, Yuna took a deep breath.

“If only you knew that a mistress like this-”-Yuna choked and tried to calm down.  “Tu—tuan will definitely get angry.”  Hearing the word ‘Tuan’ turned out to be able to make Deandra turn away.  Both eyes blinked many times even though it still looks swollen and soft.

“Verrel? Verrel my husband?” Deandra oozes the name with a very sad and heart-wrenching intonation that others can feel.

“Iya mistress. Mr. Verrel doesn't like it if the Madam is like this.  Moreover, there are both babies in the belly of the mistress.  Madam sang them, didn't she?” yuna said full of gentleness.  “Haven't Madam and Tuan been looking forward to this baby's presence?”

“Doctor said that the mistress should take good care of this pregnancy, because it has entered the fifth month.  Means only four more months madam will see your little angel.” Yuna said excitedly.  “The girl definitely doesn't want anything to happen to this baby?”

Deandra opened her eyes again.  His tears immediately poured down his cheeks, he imagined what it would be like to lose.  Until now she had not gotten any news of her husband's whereabouts, what if she also had to lose both babies?

“Cry madam, if it can make you calm, but I beg you, the mistress must think about the fate of the fetus in the womb of the mistress.  They need your attention and affection.”

Yuna could not hold back her tears anymore, Deandra threw herself into Yuna's arms.  She misses her husband so much, she can't afford to lose her love.

“I want Verrrel, my husband back. I want my husband.” watered down with poop.  “Why hasn't Verrel come back as well as Aunt Yuna? Why haven't they found him yet? Wh why? Where's husband?” his hand gripped tightly Yuna who was now holding her back.

Everyone who sees and hears will be very sad and weeping.  The sadness and pain felt by Deandra losing the man she loved and loved, her place resting on top of happiness will definitely make anyone difficult to get through.  It must be hard to rise to the moment of grief when a part of ourselves is lost.

Deandra, the twenty-two-year-old young woman who now bears the title of Lady Verrel, is still an ordinary man.  It is only natural that he feels so sad and sick when the man who always loved him, adored him and gave love lately, suddenly disappears.  Moreover, there was a thing that bound the two of them in one strong bond.

The presence of a fetus that is now five months old is one of them.  Evidence of the romance they went through voluntarily and deliberately done to continue the offspring, in addition to binding themselves in a sacred promise of marriage.

“When will my husband return, Aunt Yuna? Will he return soon? She'll be by my side when I give birth later, won't she?” Again and again only that question was uttered as Deandra cried.

Yuna was already unable to confirm anything, because she herself did not know if the master was still safe considering the SAR team reported that there was no life left.

“If Mr and Mrs are indeed destined to be together, there will definitely be a time when Mr. Verrel will return, Mrs.”  Yuna was not sure, but the words just slid and along with that there was a prayer tucked away.  “May there be a miracle that brings you back and be happy with Madam.”

Satisfied with spilling her tears, Deandra complied as Yuna fed the rice into her mouth.  Yuna begins to talk about Verrel's adorable childhood.  Deandra imagined what the baby in her womb would be like.

“She must look like Verrel, isn't she Aunt Yuna?” deandra asked as she rubbed her distended stomach.  He smiled faintly with the hope implied in his eyes.

“Of course, Mistress.  The two children will definitely like to sulk like Master and kind-hearted like Madam,” said Yuna without a second thought.  Even the woman's tone seemed natural like a mother talking to her own child.

“Verrel likes to snatch?” deandra asked with a smile, she couldn't imagine how her husband's face would look.