Debt Redeemer Girl
THE GPH 26

Soraya slammed the spoon hard enough to feel furious with Devi's sudden presence. Moreover, the girl had already dispelled her appetite. Although he had raised a sharp gaze, but Devi was not indifferent and rolled her eyes lazy. Increasingly add to Soraya's annoyance. 

"Who are you? How dare you bother me!" snapped Soraya. 

"I have nothing to do with you, Miss." Devi retorted casually without the slightest fear. 

"Of course this has something to do with me. You have disturbed the peace of my lunch" said Soraya. It seems that he is trying hard to resist emotions. 

"Why indeed? At least I'm better than interrupting other people's relationships let alone snatching someone's husband!" Devi is really emotional. He even pointed at Soraya's face without fear. 

Seeing Soraya already clenched her hands, Roger who had since looked very calm and tried to be indifferent, immediately told Devi to leave from there. He doesn't want any commotion.

At first Devi refused and still demanded an explanation from Roger, but when she saw the look of the man's eyes, Devi chose to leave with annoyance. He had promised in his heart that anyone who hurt Nazura would live in agony. 

"Roger, tell me. Has that woman gone from you?" ask Soraya curiously. 

"Yes." Yeah." Roger answered briefly. 

It's only fitting that I haven't seen him in a week. Inner Soraya. 

"It has. I'm going back to the office. If you still want to be here, I'll leave first because I have a lot of work to do." Roger got up and walked away. Soraya also hurriedly followed Roger's steps because he did not want to be left alone. 

***

When he opened the apartment door, Roger could only sigh in the air roughly. Now he is just friends with nothingness and honestly Roger really misses the atmosphere in the apartment some time ago where every time he came home from work, Roger would be greeted by Nazura. 

Roger decided to rush into the room before the thought of Nazura haunted him. He does not want to be weak and deceived by women. However, when passing through the dining room, Roger was amazed by some of the dishes presented on the table. Though he did not feel ordered food let alone told the waiter to cook. After all, no one knew the password of his apartment except himself, Soraya, and Nazura. 

"Who put the food here?" mumbled wailing. 

Really, he did not expect to get a shipment like this. While being overwhelmed by confusion, Roger's gaze shifted toward a piece of paper lying next to the rice field. Roger frowned as he felt familiar with the handwriting. 

Sorry, Mister.

Today I cook very much and it is impossible to spend on my own. So, rather than wasted then I send to your apartment. If you don't like it, better give it to the homeless or anyone else, just don't throw it away, sir. It is not good to throw food away.

Yes, Roger could very well remember that the handwriting belonged to Nazura. He will never forget it. Roger reached into his pants pocket and took the phone from inside. Then try to contact Nazura. But, all free. Nazura's number could not be reached at all. 

With quite a rough movement, Roger threw his buttocks on the chair and rubbed his face many times. He is like a frustrated person. Roger took a spoon and tasted the food. 

Aye! This is Nazura's cooking. Not wrong anymore because Roger has memorized the taste of his wife's cooking. 

Roger attempts to contact Nazura again, but still cannot connect. Forcibly, Roger asked his men to find information about Nazura. Whatever and how, he should be able to find Nazura. 

I'm not just gonna let you go, Na. If I've found you then just look, I'll punish you! 

Enthusiastically, Roger ate the food. Appetite that had been lost a few days was now back. He was as greedy as one who was very hungry.