Married Old Virgin Boss
58. Curious End of Research

Only the emptiness Dea found when she woke up in the morning. He even found the condition of the bed next to him was still very neat and cold, indicating there was never someone lying there.

Dea took a deep breath, then forced herself to get up despite feeling very heavy. He yawned once, then lowered his legs to touch the cold floor. It feels so hard to leave the bed with different types of thoughts inside the head that have not yet found the answer.

The woman checked the nightstand to check her phone that was charging since last night. He hoped, there was little news that Ben sent through a short message. However, there is absolutely no addition of notifications other than the working group. In fact, the man did not call back.

What's that angry? Dea asked in her heart.

Looking for answers, Dea called Ben's number again. Again, it is still inactive. Dea was now completely desperate.

The woman felt very reluctant to go to the bathroom to clean herself, but the demands of the job she could not ignore. Starting with a long breath, Dea began to move. Get ready for the restaurant, hoping her husband will be there. To the knowledge of Dea, no matter how angry Ben is, he will never leave his job.

Thinking of that right, Dea was more eager to take a shower. He put on formal clothes, put on his makeup, then took a bag to leave.

Dea even intended to ignore breakfast, if Kahar did not find himself going straight out of the house.

“Breakfast first, De,” Kahar said. “So your content is healthy.”

And because he was faced with the prospective child, Dea finally obeyed the advice of Kahar. He changed the direction of his feet to the dining room. There, there was already Dika and Diana. Dea immediately sat in his place as usual, then accidentally turned to Ben's empty chair. He took a deep breath, without even realizing it.

“Ben didn't come home all night?” That question was asked by Dion who had just entered.

Make all the attention directly lead to him. Dea immediately shook her head, in order to worsen the current condition with accusations—reh—against Ben.

“I told him to leave early in the morning, Mas.” Dea tried to give a correct answer, but Dion snorted in amusement.

The older brother pulled the chair roughly right in front of Dea.

“I stayed up on the balcony last night, and never saw him enter the house. Unless he goes into the house at dawn, it means he's really coming home. Anyway, what's he working all the way to? You never even thought of it, De.” Dion added another comment that was increasingly difficult to avoid by Dea.

The woman moved her eyeballs to the left-right in search of a false answer, but nothing. He could only bite his lower lip firmly, out of frustration. Because, he himself is confused and curious about the existence of Ben today.

“Already, already.” Kahar immediately brokered the chatter of Dion and Dea. He seemed as curious as the others, but tried to stay wise. “You have breakfast first, De, just met Ben at the restaurant later.”

Dea nodded doubtfully, agreeing to the papa's best proposal. The woman had actually lost her appetite after what Dion had said, but for the sake of the baby, Dea still forced her mouth to be stuffed with food until she was completely full.

After that, Dea immediately eagerly departed, in order to check the whereabouts of her husband.

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...

Ben is not at the restaurant yet.

“Ben absolutely never came after Mom to hospital yesterday.” The confession of the employee he asked.

Dea growls low while leaving hair frustrated. He nodded slightly, and could no longer reply to the employee's words as he headed straight to his room to calm down.

Where is Ben? Where to ....? Dea kept asking in her heart, leaning against her swivel chair to look for her husband's possibility. But really blank.

Every now and then, Dea would try to call her husband's contacts, but the results were not much different from the experiment this morning and yesterday.

Ben's like lost in the earth.

Making Dea more and more dominated by confusion. He growled loudly, not finding the answer to every question from his head. The woman felt so fed up that she unconsciously slammed the phone firmly into the corner of the wall.

In fact, after realizing his actions, Dea had no regrets at all. He even just saw the phone split into several parts, while he did not have the intention to pick up the smart thing.

Dea simply brushed her hair with intense pressure, then closed with the intention of dampening the anger in her. But always failed. Fail.

WHERE IS BEN REALLY?! Dea's mind screamed out loud. This time, his eyes turned giddy looking around.

All the stuff on his desk looks really annoying. He prepared to wipe his desk in one fell swoop to destroy it, but a knock on the door stopped Dea's movement and a little awakened the woman from her actions just now.

Dea immediately calmed down, while adjusting his breath so that the pain in his head subsided a little. He leaned back in the chair, then stared blankly at the table.

“Log in!” pinta Dea with a lazy voice.

The door slowly opened, and gradually displayed the figure of a man in the typical waiter uniform of the restaurant standing there. Dea turned her gaze at the figure, with a sad look.

“Mother search me?” ask Ben in a formal tone, while entering the room.

Ben had seen a strange scene in the corner of the room, where Dea's cell phone lay broken there. He turned to look at his wife with a confused frown.

“Where are you from?” asked Dea in a cold tone. He stared intently at the man full of intimidation. “WHERE ARE YOU FROM?” Just a second Ben had yet to answer his question, Dea instantly raised a voice, having absolutely no patience at this moment. When Ben was still confused by Dea's current attitude change, his wife had already hit the table hard demanding an answer.

“BEN!” Dea is getting fed up with Ben's sarcasm by pretending to be a servant rather than a husband. “Clearly to your wife now, where are you from!” This time, Dea began to lower her voice, without detracting from the aura of intimidation from her at all.

Ben took a deep breath. He had been trying to think of this reason all night, so he was ready to give an answer.

“Out, De. To the party event temen.”

“No news at all? I called until I got sick of the operator's voice, but hape you're not active at all. Why can?” Dea was increasingly angry, clearly visible from how he spoke with emphasis.

“Hape I lowbat.”

“Temen you live in the forest where there is no electricity for the charger hape?” Dea raised her chin, challenging.

“Lupa.” Ben's simple answer immediately made Dea hit the table hard while standing from where he was sitting.

“Lupa you said?” Dea repeated Ben's words with perfectly glared eyes. “At the time when I was confused where you were and afraid you were okay, you even said, you forgot? Seriously, Ben?”

Ben was honestly flattered by Dea's worries, so he accidentally pulled the corner of his lips into a smile. But it made his wife even more angry.

“Ben!” hardik Dea with a loud voice.

Ben immediately dimmed his smile and returned to his usual attitude. “Sorry, De.”

That's all Ben can say now, being reluctant to speak out for honesty. Burdening others is the first list number of the list of haram things Ben can do.

Dea's getting angry. He took some of his maps on the table at first, then threw Ben blindly.

“I'm afraid you can just apologize?” Dea continued to lodge protests with his throw-in that did not know the goods.

Ben is not just feeling danger now. He was also worried that his wife would damage important items, so he immediately backed off to close the door. Right after Ben had protected the door, he still heard a loud bang on the door.

“Let me see you again, De, if you're calm. I'll explain well later.” Ben gave a suggestion, which once again got a reply in the form of throwing goods from the room.

Ben took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily. Then leave the front of the room to continue the work.

While Dea was sitting limp in her chair after throwing all her tantrums until she ran out of energy. He closed tightly, with a chaotic feeling that was still disturbing.

Secretly, Dea is determined in herself that she will not reveal her true pregnancy to Ben if her husband is still hiding something from her.

Dea let out a long sigh, then exhaled slowly while clenching her hands firmly beside the body. Optimistic full.

Speaking of problems ‘hide something’—Dea suddenly opened his eyes while upholding his back. His eyes narrowed sharply, with a strange feeling towards Ben lately who had come out several times without telling himself.

Bad thoughts poison his head. Especially when the shadow of the closeness of Ben and Afifah repeated. It does not rule out the possibility that her husband often comes out for no reason even to not go home, because.

It was something that Dea did not know, but her stern mind guessed that something was a beautiful woman, younger than her, and also sweet.

Dea felt pain in her left chest just because of the guess. He feels uncomfortable if he has not found the source of the problem.

So Dea intends to contact someone. But just remember that his phone is no longer alive. So, he could only take the laptop out of the briefcase. Send a message to her brother—as a versatile person in any case—to ask for help.

^^^Mas, know the trusted detective contact, right?

^^^

^^^I asked for dong.

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^^^You investigate Ben who did not return home several times for no apparent reason.

^^^

^^^ I don't know why, feeling awkward about his strange habits.

^^^

Not long after the message was sent, Dion's reply immediately appeared.

Dion :

No need to rent. I can investigate your husband myself.