Beds Om Duda Partner
Episode 140_Meeting

After Jeff's departure, Steven made his way to his private room. It was as if Rio was asleep on the bed.

"Say-" Steven's words came to a halt when he saw his son falling asleep.

"Hustt .. Mas silent, Rio just slept," replied Zena taking off the shoes that were still attached to her son's feet.

"Let me, you'd better get some sleep. When I'm done with my job, we go home" Steven said, "Just one meeting, just one meeting" as he watched his wife grunt.

"I'm hungry, Mas" said Zena to divert her husband's conversation.

"Hungry? Wait a minute, I'll get Jeff to buy you some food," Steven said, coming over and rubbing his wife's stomach over and over again, "Surely they're a big deal to you" he said.

"Very troublesome Mas, the bigger the day and the harder it is for me to move too. A little walk makes my breath irregular, but I'm glad Mas. I will be a mother at the age of 23" said Zena smiling sweetly.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to make you like this. But, I promise ... After our child is born, I won't tell you to get pregnant again" Steven said.

"Mas don't talk like that, I'm hungry ...," Zena cheered when she heard her husband say, "Oh yes, if something bad happens to me someday. Please save our children. Don't you ever sacrifice the safety of our children for my sake or don't even try to exchange the lives of our children for me, Mas,"

"I've ordered Jeff to come here" Steven said, putting his phone on the table, "I don't like you talking like that!" ketus Steven, "Well, you want bad things to happen to you and our kids? Please, never talk like that. Speech can be prayer, dear," continued Steven rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Aww hurts Mas," ringis Zena confused Steven.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" ask Steven worriedly. He pulled his hand that was stuck in his wife's stomach.

"Not Mas" Zena replied, reaching for her husband's hand again and sticking it in her stomach, "He kicked, making me shocked and sickened" she said.

"really? Why can't I feel it? I want to feel kicked by my kids," said Steven enthusiastically, "Dek, let's kick Daddy's hand" whispered Steven who did not get a response from his prospective son.

"Mas, come .. I'm hungry, you don't pity your children?" zena made Steven pull his hand.

"What do I want to buy? Let me get out, if I wait for Jeff, he'll be a long time" Steven said, taking his car keys.

"Emm satay Mas, I want Satay" said Zena imagining a serving of chicken satay with tempting peanut seasoning.

"In the daytime there is no satay dear," Steven replied scratching his head does not itch, "I find good food in a restaurant near the office only," continued Steven again.

"Whatever, I'm basically hungry. Do not forget Rio bought also Mas, so we can have lunch together," said Zena glanced at his stepson.

"That's for sure, yes I've left first. If Jeff comes, tell him to accompany you until I come," Steven said.

"Be careful, Mas" pinta Zena drove her husband to the front door of her private room.

On the way to the restaurant near the office, Steven vaguely saw the man he knew was driving next to his car which was stopping because the lights were red.

Not yet had Steven observed clearly, suddenly the lights had turned green, and the car next to Steven had shot across the streets of the Capital.

Do not want to think long, because considering the child and his wife are starving. Finally, Steven decided not to chase the car next to his car.

"My feelings are chaotic," muttered Steven, then parked his car in a typical Javanese restaurant.

'Don't be long, I'm very hungry Mas, ' that's the message from his wife.

"Yes, I got to the front of the restaurant. Wait a minute, I'll ask the waiter to present it quickly," Steven replied, then stuffed his phone into his pocket.

Steven's car opens, Steven's long legs begin to step down on the grass and ground around the restaurant. The glasses perched on his nose add to his good looks many times.

"Please sir," said the waiter standing at the door of the restaurant.

"I ordered 4 grilled chickens with rice.take away," Steven told the waiter who stood guard at the door without removing the glasses perched on his nose.

"Okay, I'll prepare first. Sir, please sit down" said the maid, showing her an empty seat.

"Hem," Steven walked up and sat his butt in an empty chair, occasionally looking through every corner of the room.

'The taste of my vision is not wrong, now that he is here, ' Steven's mind looks at someone who is eating his food.

Steven pulled out his phone and clicked on Riyan's doctor name.

"Hallo, what's wrong, Mr Steven?" ask Dr. Riyan from there.

"I saw your patient eating at a restaurant near my office" Steven said, sticking the flat object in his ear.

"My patient? Wh who? ask doctor Riyan curiously.

Steven pulled the flat object and pressed the photo button, "Sshhiit, where is he? Isn't he there?" steven muttered when he could not find Riski at the dinner table, "People are gone" Steven told Riyan's doctor.

"What indeed? Don't make me curious. Because my patients are many and all my patients are in their own rooms. Or don't-don't you look-" doctor Riyan paused his remark, "He's in his room with that woman. And how could he go and eat at a fancy restaurant" he added in disbelief.

"Look in his room, there or not. You're close!" steven turned off his phone.

"If doctor Riyan was looking for me in the room, it couldn't be there. Because I'm with you here" said Riski who was suddenly behind Steven.

Steven turned his head and smiled mockingly, "What are you meeting here for, huh! " said Steven patting Riski's hand that was patting her shoulder.

"To thank you, all .. I want to ask you for help," replied Riski walking and sat down next to Steven.

"You consider me an enemy. It is not appropriate for the enemy to ask the enemy for help!" steven got up from his seat.

"Wait," prevent Riski from holding onto the end of Steven's suit, "Did Zena know about his father's rot?" riski's question made Steven drop his ass again.

...Hiding lies for good. Perhaps, many people do it solely to protect themselves. But, not always the lie can be hidden, because as smart as people keep the rot, then the smell will still be smelled too....

by: gustikha

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