IN-LAW
CCTV and Cardlock

I don't know how many times Aralia clucked. He was in that room all day. Boredom began to sink until he decided to take a walk outside the room.

Aralia put on her knit cardigan and walked out of the room. He approached the elevator door while trying to call Varga and did not get an answer.

"Nr ...." Disappointed, she contacted her husband again and got an answer from the machine operator. Arali again clucked.

Ding!

Elevator door opens. Aralia waited for some people to come out before she came in and pressed her final number.

"Say it's just a moment, but why can it be so long anyway why the phone is turned off. Did my phone call bother him?" Aralia grumbled ignoring the couple in the elevator who were watching her.

As soon as the elevator door opened Aralia went out and headed for the hotel lobby, sitting on a bench without a special backrest at the end waiting for a check in line.

Aralia recalled Lisa, her heart beating a little fast considering the woman.

Where is Lisa now? Is he staying at this hotel? If so, where is the woman's room? Is Varga with him now or is it possible that Lisa knows where Varga is?

Aralia felt uneasy, she even forgot to ask Varga about the woman. Aralia also has no number. Aralia is moved to see the receptionist on duty, intending to ask for info on whether the woman is in the same hotel as him.

Aralia stepped up and began to approach the receptionist counter.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" Ask the woman friendly.

Doubtful Aralia said, "I tried to contact my friend, but the phone is no longer connected. She stayed at this hotel on Lisa's behalf can I get her room number?" Ask Aralia and get rejected with a friendly attitude by the Receptionist. That their guest data can not be shared and again the search done Aralia less accurate that just mention the name.

Aralia returned to her seat and waited there. Surround the place with her beautiful eyes. Occasionally stomp your feet to the floor to reduce saturation. He wanted to take a walk in the spacious lobby. Look at the cafe in there. He thought he would enjoy coffee while waiting for Varga to return.

Lisa brought Varga in and headed straight for the elevator as she showed her the identification card the hotel gave her when she checked in on the security up front.

While Aralia gets her coffee ordered in a paper cup, the tail of her eye catches someone tugged into the elevator.

Like getting a hunch he approached and walked quickly but unfortunately the door was closed. Maybe not Varga he said. Look at the doorman and intend to ask.

"Sir ..., what just took a man's elevator?" Aralia asked the security guard at the entrance.

"Right lady, he's with his wife. Maybe her husband was drunk so the road was a little staggering." Aralia nodded. Aralia saw the time in her phone was getting late. He clucked and thought to ask something else on the security.

Aralia opened the photo on her phone and showed it to security.

"Has this guy come in? He's my husband I'm waiting for him." Aralia said, the man seemed to remember and shook his head. Aralia breathed a heavy sigh.

"But .., it seems like the drunk master was similar to your husband," she said stopping Aralia's footwork about to turn around. "What did you say?" ask Aralia to investigate. The man shook his head.

"Maybe I saw it wrong, but from his stature it seems to be yes. I saw him twice with the drunk man. When the cheque in they came together and when the woman came out first and then an hour the man followed. So little remember his face." Said security.

Security on duty actually saw Lisa and Varga come in and do a check in. Then Lisa came out quickly and Varga followed after a few hours later.

"All right, thank you. Take this." Take this." Aralia said she handed over the coffee she had not yet enjoyed to security. "Enjoy I haven't touched her." Said. Hurry to the end button on the elevator. He has to go back to his room, probably that person is Varga.

Aralia opened the door of her room, and found no one in it. Aralia took a deep breath in annoyance.

Aralia clasped her phone tightly, her mind filled with questions. If that's Varga, where is he now? Why isn't he in the room? Is she the same Lis ...." Aralia shakes her head, throwing away bad thoughts about her husband.

Ding!

Aralia was confused, she didn't know what to do. He stood in the elevator for a long time, then glanced up. Look at the little camera that's attached there.

"Cctvs?" Mind him and get out of the elevator before the door closes again. Aralia looked for the existence of the security earlier and asked.

"Sir..," Call him, the man turned his head." Can I see the cctv for a few minutes?" The man looked doubtful, but the woman who widened her glowing eyes like a spoiled kitten moved her heart. Besides, thanks to Aralia, he has enjoyed sixty thousand coffee from the hotel.

"Alright, follow me to the post." He said he took Aralia to a post that was cctv-mounted. The man ordered his friend, opening the footage a few minutes ago.

"Mrs, please!" Said the man, and showed some footage. Aralia sharpens her eyes when she sees Lisa coming out of the taxi and runs to open the other door, showing Varga looking limp.

"Sir Varga ...," he said.

"Is he Madam's husband?"

"May I see that woman's room number?" Lisa asked, as her security answer.

"Sorry madam if for that matter it is not my realm, I will take the madam to the Receptionist section." Aralia looked tired her gaze was soaring as her tear bunches began to unstoppable.

"Please!" The man directed and Aralia followed from behind. Her tears were wiped with the back of her hand covered with cards.

Security was involved in a conversation with the receptionist and asked to help the poor woman standing behind him.

"Well, in whose name?"

"Lisa," said Aralia not excited.

The receptionist accessed his data and saw the guests who logged in today.

"On behalf of Lisa Meral, located on the 13th floor of room 109. What is mean—" not yet finished talking Aralia was already running towards the elevator and pressing her destination. His jaw hardened with a fiery sharp highlight. She didn't expect Varga to take her to this place just to hurt her heart which was already wide open for her fucking husband.

He kicked off the elevator wall, vaporizing his sense of timidity.

Ding!

Aralia searched for the number recorded in her brain. At the very corner of the door, Aralia pressed the door knob but it was locked.

Ah ...!!! Aralia. Why would anyone hurt if his heart had not loved Varga or had an incident like this happened some time ago when Aralia was passionate about loving Reven. When Aralia hates Varga. Maybe Aralia won't feel the pain of her heart breaking. As it is now.

Aralia crouched down, hugging her legs tightly. It seems like he lost his mind. His tears were piercing, he simply did not have the courage to press the doorbell of the room. Aralia was too scared to see the fact that her husband was in there with another woman.

Aralia felt her treading something on the carpet of the hotel room hallway right in front of Lisa's bedroom door. The card is the same ATM as his. He frowned and thought it belonged to Lisa.

Whatisthis? This is Cardlock. The batteries. He took off the carpet and got up from his seat. Pressing on the door handle sensor and a Tit sound was heard. Aralia. He pushed the door a little and walked into the middle of the room.