Hidden Rich Man's
The Part 56

Meanwhile, in the other hemisphere that has a time difference of four hours slower than Indonesia. It is located in Helsinki, the capital city of Finland. Blue clouds still decorate all parts of the city, the sun only appeared a few hours ago so the weather has not been hot. Even fresh air they can breathe.

A forty-five-year-old woman was sitting by the pool of her mansion. His feet were buried in it. His eyes stared at the deep puddle of water. He did not blink because he was daydreaming.

The husband who still looks handsome because every day he exercised at the age of sixty years, shook his head to see his wife almost every day pensive. He picked up a towel and walked over to his wife.

“Why do you always reflect in the morning?” ask Davis. He crouched down so that his wife could easily look at him.

Diora, the wife turned her head and her gaze was filled with the man who filled her old days every day. He also put his shoulder. “Once, I don't understand either. But I feel bad. I'm thinking about Danesh. Will he be able to get through his sentence?” the answer.

Davis slowly raised his wife's leg from the pool. The skin had become pale white from being submerged for too long. He also rubbed with attention and tenderness. “I've offered you to visit him or send my men to monitor him, but you've always turned him down.”

With her sad eyes, Diora looked at her husband. His legs were bent and his hands crossed over his knees. “I just can't bear to know my son's life is hard. I'm afraid I can't be strict with him,”.

Davis could only sigh. His wife is so weird. He gives the punishment, he himself is worried, but still does not want to know the life of his own son.

“We talk there alone which is more comfortable,” invite him to appoint a chair. Davis reached out his hand to help Diora stand up.

Diora grabbed her husband's hand. Just as he was about to walk by himself, suddenly his body had already been carried by Davis.

Davis's legs still continued to swing towards the long chair, but his eyes were staring at his wife with his eyebrows raised next door. “You doubt my energy? You want to try exercising again that produces pleasure sweat? How many rounds? A ten? Twenty? I'm still strong to serve him,”.

Diora pinched her husband's arm. “You are old but his mind is still in bed.” He clucked and shook his head.

Davis began lowering his wife's body and sitting her in a long wooden chair. He threw his ass beside his wife.

“Joking, I'm not as strong as I used to be. Maybe three rounds a day I've been limp,” said Davis.

Diora was pensive again because her feelings were really bad. She looked at her husband intensely. “What punishment I gave Danesh is outrageous, yes?” tanyakanya.

“Slight.”

Diora clucked but there was a feeling of guilt that she felt. But he really has no desire to repeal his sentence.

Davis, who saw his wife back pensive, reached out to stroke Diora's hair. “If you have bad feelings for our son, let me send my men to monitor him there. Or, you'll just finish her sentence,” bargain.