Why Should I..?.!?

69. Veronika Praduga

POV Veronica.

I was astonished, when my mother appeared behind the door of Anya's mother's ward. The look on his face was still the same as before, a little cynical but still forcing a smile on me.

In the past, my mother was very attentive to me as well as my nanny. In the past, he even refused a job that took a lot of time. He only takes advertising jobs or beauty product brand ambassadors who spend only a little time.

In the past, my mother was very gentle and loving. Even though he came home late, he never protested. Even though I was naughty at school, he never scolded me. He just hugged and accompanied me before bed, talking heart to heart about my delinquency, about what I can't do anymore at school. She was my idol, my perfect mother.

However, five years after my sister was born, my mother began to change. Mama began to receive jobs for a large fee and took her time for the family, even my sister he left it entirely to her nanny.

I, who was in junior high school, decided to go with my grandmother.

On a long day off before high school I went home. Missing my dad, mom, and sister. But it's not the same anymore.

My nine-year-old sister was taken in foster care by three nannies at once. Papa came home late at night, and my mother came home three days later.

In front of me they get along well and are romantic, but behind me they fuss and fight incessantly.

A year later my mom and dad separated. Papa says mom changed, and she can't see you ignoring your family anymore and preferring her modeling career.

While in college, my mom met me. He said he missed me and asked me to follow him. I refused, because my grandmother was sick and needed me.

Besides, I feel papa is right. Mama changed, mama is not soft anymore like before. Mama's face also became more cynical, and a little coercive.

"Just enter, baby. Consider it your own home, okay?" Mom's words blew my daydream. We arrived at a large luxury apartment. Mama goes in first, sits on the couch, then closes her eyes for a bit.

"This is mama's apartment? A good choice..." I said while watching the contents of my mother's apartment. Interior with white and gold, artistic decorative lights, chandeliers, as well as some supporting ornaments that are quite expensive decorate the walls as long as I step my feet.

"of courses. You can come here anytime, baby. Mom will give me the key." Mom then walked into the kitchen.

"Bi, please prepare food."

"Good, madam."

"Mom smokes? Since when?" Ask me wonder. In the past, mama did not touch cigarettes, even very opposed when papa smoked at home. But now?

"Yes dear. Sometimes, smoking can slightly reduce your stress levels. Oh yeah that's the room for you, you can rest now." Mama replied lightly while puffing her cigarette smoke, and did not look at me at all.

I'm silent. I know my mom changed. But I didn't think it would go this far.

"Your mother married again, right? How's mama's husband? Do I have another sister?!" Ask me to fish.

"Yes. My mother married again. Mama's husband is good, he allowed mama a career until now. But baby you don't have a sister yet, but mom's husband has two pretty handsome sons." My mom smiled proudly when she said this.

Mama...Is mom happy? Why didn't you even ask Kris or the news of my divorce? My inner.

"Oh yes, I heard you were depressed. Sorry mama yes baby, mama can not nemenin you because mama's work can not be left, mama must complete the contract and can only come here now." Mama patted my shoulders and back. He also slightly apologized to me.

"Mr......" I lay my head on my lap, I cried, sobbing until my shoulder was shaken. I miss mama, miss the warmth of mama, miss the caress of mama's affection like I used to.

"We're getting up. Vero's beautiful daughter dear mama must be strong. Let's get up, get your mama's dirty dress." Mama held my head and helped me wake up.

Whatisthis? Why is mom even more worried about her dress than about calming me down? Why does my mom feel different? My inner.

"Why don't you look at Vero if you know Vero is depressed?" Ask me while wiping away my tears.

"Ssttt.iya-iya.. Mama's sorry, okay? Now we should eat first, come on..." Reply mama cuek, then take me to the dining table.

Mama told me how busy her job was, her contract of work, and how much jewelry she has now. Mama proudly showed off her achievements despite knowing I was no longer enthusiastic about hearing them.

"When can I eat shrimp?" I asked in wonder when I saw mama chocolate cryspy shrimp with sauce and then eat it with pleasure.

"Hmm.iya.since.two years ago." Mama replied a little stiffly and then returned to normalizing her expression. "Oh, what is your sister now?". Redirection questions. And I understand this because my mother's expression is still impressed.

"He's good." My answer was short, while watching my mother's slightly agitated face.

"Alright, you continue to eat yes mama wants to change clothes first." Mama stood sideways, removed the outer, then attached it to her right arm while stepping away from me.

I looked at my mother more closely. Whahuh? What's wrong here? Why do I feel like something is wrong.

Wait.

Wait for.

Is there a little mole under your left ear? Since when?!?

My mind was immediately full of possible preconceptions. I guessed and tried to describe the most plausible possibility I would face.

First, my mother's habits changed. Second, mama's allergy to shrimp that he said had been cured. Third, my mother's attitude is indifferent to me.

Is it possible mama..........?!?!? My inner.

Fixes. I have to investigate this myself. I have to make sure this assumption is correct.

It was usually Papa and Gara who investigated the people around me, but this time it was my turn. I myself must know the truth to protect them all.

I stepped out of my mom's apartment. Opened the door slowly and found my bodyguard Laila, standing there waiting for my appearance.

"Mrs, are you okay? Your phone is lowbat? Sir Dan called me immediately." Laila was worried.

"It's okay Laila. I'm just cas again. I have a job for you." I then whispered my plan to Laila.

"Good madam we'll do it soon." Laila said steadily.

"Thanks yes.and don't tell others this task, I don't want this plan to fail before it starts if papa or Gara knows first." I said before I left Laila and went back to my mom's apartment.

"Ready lady." Laila answered softly, while stepping away from the apartment of her former great mistress.

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