THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 113. PERSUADING DEANDRA

Deandra began to ask and mention her husband's name without any tears.  It made Yuna smile and agree.

“It must be very funny if there is a good-natured little angel, but likes to sulk.”

Yuna's words made deandra laugh out loud. “You could have been Aunt Yuna.”

“Didn't that sound funny madam? You can imagine the faces of the two little angels if you take it, it must be very funny. Surely many are anxious to see them,” said Yuna who continues to feed Deandra's mouth food.  Unknowingly, all the food was gone.

“Verrel.  He...he will be the happiest papa in the world.”

Yuna clasped Deandra's hand to give her strength to be stronger.  “This is very difficult Aunt Yuna,” Deandra lowered her head.  “But for the sake of these two fetuses, I will strive to be strong and keep it as strong as possible.  If one day Verrel comes home, I can be proud to tell how through the pregnancy without a husband figure and I can show him that I am strong in living all this.”

“I will help the mistress and devote my whole life to helping the mistress raise this baby.” Yuna said.

Finally Deandra can smile back even though the sadness is still plastered real on his face.  At the very least, it can be progress considering that losing is always the worst thing.  “Thanks, Aunt Yuna.”

Yahya looked serious when he heard an explanation from someone across there. The forehead that began to wrinkle was frowning several times with a fickle look.  His heavy breathing was heard until he lowered his phone which had turned dark.  He wanted to ask what was the mistake of his parents in the past so he had to experience unexpected events in his life.

“Give me your miracle yes, Lord.. Only that brat I have now.” muttered Yahya softly.  Not without reason Yahya complained about it.  He had survived all this time just because he wanted to repair the bloodline that had been broken by his own son.  The promise he had once made the figure of the middle-aged man unable to get angry.  Never be angry, look too long he was not able to.

“Big Master?” yuna's voice spread Yahya's daydream that was wandering around somewhere.  The man turned his body and looked at Yuna. 

“What's Yuna?” ask Yahya with a frown.  The butler approached “They want to be brought clothes belonging to Mr. Verrel.”

Hearing that, Yahya breathed a sigh of relief.  He had felt very worried if his former grandson would be fussy like yesterday.

“Isn't Mister coming home soon?”

“Yes, I'm going home now,” Yahya was silent for a moment and stuffed a flat object into his pants pocket.  “Tell Deandra that I will bring her order.”

Yuna nodded and bowed her body.  “Good, Mr.”

After making sure the great master had left, Yuna reentered the room where Deandra was being treated.  But Yuna was surprised to see the mistress who was sobbing in a state of face down on the bed.

With an erratic feeling, Yuna is approaching “Money?” yuna said in a soft voice as she was beside him.  His hand touched the trembling shoulders of the madam, but the young mother-to-be did not budge in the least.  Patiently Yuna stroked Deandra's back.  “Why does the mistress cry?”

Isakan Deandra was increasingly becoming-so and sounded stifling.  If it is like this it is difficult for anyone to calm his heart.

Yuna just kept quiet and did not say a word until finally the sobbing sound died down.  Before long Deandra also rose from the bed, his eyes were swollen and still shed tears.  Yuna's heart ached looking at the mistress, seeing deandra who was in such a bad state as if she looked back to the times when the mistress was treated unnaturally by the master.

“Mistress?”

“Already?” yuna asked with gentleness.  He must take care of his speech so as not to offend the employer's labile feelings.

“I'm hungry, Aunt Yuna.” Deandra's voice is exactly like a ten-year-old who just cried and starved.  Hearing the request, Yuna breathed a sigh of relief, at least it was easy for her to be granted.  “What do you eat?”  Deandra's face looks maniacal when she thinks of the food she wants.  Yuna who was sensitive also offered some kind of food but was rejected.  “What does he want?”

Deandra smiled sweetly and it became a signal for Yuna to anticipate.

“Aunt Yuna?”

“Iya.”

“Can I eat spicy food? Can ya?” ask with lirih.  Deandra's face was very adorable which was aimed at Yuna.  Actually Yuna wanted to refuse to remember the condition of the mistress but she did not lose her mind immediately gave some offers, but Deandra instead sulked.

“How about eating meatballs or soto, mistress?” it turns out that Yuna's choice made Deandra's heart quite satisfied.

“Iya.  Anyway fruitful food huh, Aunt Yuna.  Just buy me two servings. Along with orange juice and cheesecake.”

Yuna sighed then nodded.  “I'm leaving now, madam.  Rest while I go.”

“Iya, I know.”

Along with Yuna coming out of the hospital area, a silver-colored luxury car entered the parking area not far from the entrance.  The car owner got out of the car with great confidence. 

He was wearing a maroon-red suit, looked to tidy up his clothes and walked into the hospital.  With his hands in his pants pocket, he entered the elevator and headed to the floor where the VVIP room was located.  After getting out of the elevator and seeing a safe situation he stepped into one of the rooms.  According to his estimation, there was not a single guard standing in front of the room so he could enter without provoking a commotion.  As he found the comfort, he pushed open the door and his eyes looked at the back of the woman he so longed for.

“Aunt Yuna, why quickly se-”

The views of Rico and Deandra meet, interlocking.  Still with high confidence Rico approached Deandra's bed and stopped right in front of the woman. “Rico?” mumbled wailing.  Deandra remembers the last time she met.  The man with a longing gaze extended his hand, intending to touch that tyrannical-looking face. Deandra avoided.

“You want what you're here for?” deandra asked without any intention of looking at the man who was none other than his sister-in-law.

“Honey, it's me Rico.”

Deandra feels sore, but she has promised that she has forgotten the man from her past and is only loyal to Verrel her husband does not heed Rico.

“You want what you're doing with this!” snapped Deandra repeated his question, but Rico did not respond even he did not intend to answer.

“If you have nothing to say, you better leave now.  I am not in good shape and do not want to talk to others.” he said.  He turned his body so he wouldn't see the man.