Even though he didn't show a meaningful expression, from his eyes it seemed that he remembered that he had instructed Dirga to ask the woman to use the card he had deposited wisely. And Harry was sure Dirga must also have conveyed that. use a direct nod.

"Didn't you say—"

"Yes, sir. Do I need to investigate further? " Dirga asked, who had been very accustomed to investigating everything about whatever information he got.

If it was true that the credit card was used by Miss Cleo, then he needed to find out more about that before finally making a decision. If necessary he will reprimand him directly.

But Harry said differently. With his flat expression, Harry asked Dirga to do something else.

"No need. Just make the lawsuit straight away," Harry ordered.

Dirga looked confused. Seeing that, Harry added.

"Didn't she violate article 41 of the contract letter?" Harry asked.

Only then did Dirga understand what his boss meant.

"She used that kind of money within three days after the wedding?" Harry asked, floating without meaning to doubt it. The real question he asked was not for Dirga. But because only the man was there, Dirga answered spontaneously.

"Two days to be exact, sir. Because I received this SMS yesterday when the transaction was made. But since we were very busy yesterday, I forgot to tell you, " Dirga said honestly.

Harry didn't flinch.

"Doesn't that mean he violated article 41 of the agreement letter?" Harry asked which immediately confused Dirga.

Then after Dirga recalled all the contents of the article, Dirga finally nodded.

"Do I need to check further, what was the money actually used for?" Dirga asked who was used to investigating many cases on the orders of his boss.

Harry seemed to have thought of something. He refused.

"No need," he refused, "just make a lawsuit for her."

Just as Harry finished saying that, the elevator door opened. Dirga, who initially wanted to interrupt and discuss Cleo's problem further, was forced to abandon it.

With one nod, he immediately agreed.

"Yes sir."

***

One day before,

When Cleo arrived home as soon as she came home from her trip with Harry's grandmother, she immediately reported her return to Mrs. Sofia. And when it seemed that the condition of the house was still the same as when she left it this afternoon, that was, it still looked lonely without any sign of Harry's presence at the house, Cleo immediately went into her room and cleaned up.

It didn't take more than an hour, Cleo was finished and went out to find food. She walked towards the kitchen, and looked for Ane.

"Aunt, Ane?" Cleo called several times. But, still can't see her. Until her third call, Aunt Ane appeared and approached her.

"Isn't Mr. Harry home yet?" Cleo asked.

Aunt Ane shook her head.

"Then, please make me something. I'm hungry, "Cleo asked.

Ane nodded. And then provide a bowl of rice and some side dishes complete with dessert for Cleo. Seeing that, Cleo looked at her.

"You have eaten?" Cleo asked, "If not, let's eat together."

She looked confused. But after a while, she shook her head and smiled. Indicates she didn't want to join. Or maybe didn't dare. Seeing that, Cleo looked at her sadly.

"Don't you want to eat with me?" Cleo asked with a disappointed face. Aunt Ane panicked.

"It's really unpleasant to have to eat food this good by myself," Cleo continued sadly, "I've been through it for years. But I'm still not used to it. And since you are here, will you come to eat with me?" Cleo asked once again.

Aunt Ane, who had never had a table with her employer, felt that her new madam's request was a little strange and confusing. Because of that, she just stood there silent and restless.

Made Cleo ask again.

"Okay. If you don't want to eat, how about sitting here with me to eat?" Cleo offered again. This time she offered her a special seat.

Ane looked at her doubtfully. After a long silence, she finally took a seat directly across from Cleo. Seeing that, Cleo smiled happily.

"Well! That's it!" Cleo exclaimed happily. She went back to eating again while asking some other questions.

"Does your boss usually come home very late?" Cleo asked Auntie Ane while glancing at the clock on the wall which has pointed at eight o'clock in the evening. Her first spoon tonight made her feel good. No matter how many times Cleo felt it, she was always amazed.

Aunt Ane answered Cleo's question with a nod. And Cleo immediately frowned a little. It was not surprising to know that her husband often came home late, but Cleo was actually surprised because Aunt Ane has only given her an answer with a nod.

Cleo started asking another question.

"Are you really a quiet person?" Cleo asked in the end. She decided to ask directly about Aunt Ane's personality. Didn't know if she will understand what she meant or not. But Cleo felt she needed to ask that question.

***