
Next day.
Because March is still not in the mood for office, inevitably Neon had to go back to March's offices to deliver the files that March had to check and sign.
And this is Neon right now, on the doorstep of March's apartment unit. Fifteen minutes he was there waiting for March to open the door.
Chequek. Finally the door opened.
"Are you drunk again?" Neon asked as soon as March opened the door.
"No." Answer March. The answer is very out of sync with the aroma coming out of March's mouth which strongly smells of alcoholic beverages.
"Sad...!!!" Decih Neon's.
They also walked into the middle room.
"God... Is that all you spent alone March?" Neon asked when he saw about ten bottles of drinks from various brands that were empty on the minibar.
"Hemh.." replied March casually as she landed her rough butt on the single sofa.
Neon could only shake his head. He could understand what March was feeling right now.
"This is the file you need to check and sign." Neon Saying. He no longer wanted to talk about the drunken March.
"Taro in my study." Replied March who was leaning her head on the back of the sofa. His head feels heavy.
Unable to see the condition of his boss and best friend, Neon also put a bag containing files on the table, then walked to the kitchen to make tea busting rafters.
Soon Neon returns to the living room with a cup of tea for March.
"It's a drink first." Neon said as he offered the cup of tea to March.
March received it and sipped the tea busting the influencer little by little.
"Have you got any information about the man who impregnated Mey?" Ask March.
Neon shook his head.
"Yet. Looks like Mey's very good at hiding her affair." Answer Neon.
"But there's one weird one in my opinion." Neon said again.
"What?"
"Why does every Mey spend all day at the salon?"
"You mean?"
"I got information from my informant, that Mey always spent from morning until night even until the salon was about to close. Not women if the longest treatment is only three or four hours? It is also a whole body treatment. But from the history that my informant checked, Mey only did one treatment if she came to the salon."
March digested Neon's words.
Just like Neon, March also begins to get suspicious.
"Let's see who the salon owner is. Who knows if the owner of the salon is Mey's affair."
Neon shook his head.
"I checked it. The owner is a socialite."
"Let's check again, man or something you missed."
The call came in on Neon's phone.
Neon took his cell phone which he put in a bag in his suit.
It turned out that the informant called.
"Yes, hello." Answer Neon.
"Sir, I just sent a recording of a cctv that was in the salon within the last month. Please check, sir."
"okay."
The call ended.
Neon also opened the message that the informant sent.
"March, look at this." Neon showed me the cctv footage the informant sent.
March draws herself closer to Neon.
He squinted his eyes when he saw the cctv tape. Because the cctv recording on the phone screen is too small, March has trouble guessing who is in the cctv recording.
"Just move it to the laptop, I can't see clearly." March Sayings.
They moved out of the living room and walked into March's study.
Arriving at the workspace, Neon transfers the cctv footage to March's laptop.
March sat in his seat of power.
Then back squinted his eyes watching the cctv footage.
Suddenly, March's fingers pressed the pause button when she saw the man wearing a black hat with a tall body.
"Why?" Ask Neon.
"I know this guy." Answer March.
March also magnifies the picture.
March's eyes widened in shock when he saw the tattoo on the edge of his arm. The same tattoo as the one that Mey always said was her cousin. Yeah, who else if not Okta.
"It's Okta." Lirih March's.
"Octa? What do you mean Okta's cousin Mey?" Neon asked reassuringly what was on his mind.
March only replied with a nod because now his brain was compiling the pieces of events starting from Mey introducing Okta to him.
"This is not right. Isn't Okta the father of Mey's child?"
"Do you want me to investigate?"
"Yes, you investigate Okta."
"Good."
Seriate...