Beloved Duda Boss

Beloved Duda Boss
Too Long to Graduate


Dathan put his son in the room. His son, who was asleep in the car, was immediately transferred to his room. After making sure his son was safe and sound again, Dathan immediately came out. Join Reno in the living room.


“Thank you, Bi.” Reno smiled as the housekeeper gave her a drink.


Dathan joined Reno. Reno is his college friend. He becomes Dathan's assistant and confidant. Unlike Dathan who just had a five-year-old child, Reno's child was fifteen. Dathan was married at thirty-three, while Reno was married at twenty-three.


Dathan is a widower. The age of her marriage was short. He married in just three months of marriage. More precisely when the wife was declared pregnant. Many people regret that. Their marriage was only a corn, of course many hoped they would maintain. Unfortunately, the principle of both cannot be combined. Until divorce becomes an option.


Despite the divorce, Dathan and his wife took care of their son together. Every morning Loveta will daycare. Reno will pick him up and take him to the office. He'll play in the office until Dathan gets home. During the school schedule Loveta will stay with Dathan. On weekends Loveta would go to her mother's house. If the mama has any business, Dathan takes care of Loveta. Dathan doesn't wear a babysitter at all. She doesn't want her son taken care of by a babysitter.


All this time Dathan hid his identity so that people do not seek information about him. Dathan is unwilling until his personal problems become public consumption. Not to mention Dathan who takes care of his own son will be the talk of those who do not know anything.


It's been five years that Dathan has been widowed. No one knows but the closest people. His employees knew nothing about Dathan's personal life.


“Drink your tea.” Reno shifts Dathan's tea while taking his tea.


Dathan took the cup with his tea. Then sip.


“You seem interested in the girl earlier.”


Hearing the friend's words, Dathan choked. He immediately put the cup away and placed it on the table.


“Why can you think like that?” ask Dathan.


“Because you rarely want to give your card.” Reno knows exactly how her friend is. He is very anti-outside.


“You heard that he wanted to return my suit?” Datham asked back. “Again she saw Love. So it's only natural that I give you a business card,”.


Reno just smiled. What his friend said was just an excuse. He knows how cold Dathan is. Even if that person cried in front of him, he would not deny his principles. However, with that woman Dathan destroyed all of his defensive fortifications.


“Mulus.” Instantly Dathan's mouth unexpectedly chimed in on Reno's words. The shadow of Neta's tiered neck and smooth thighs flashed through his mind.


Reno laughed. He immediately threw a pillow at Dathan. “Look at yourself perverted widower.”


Dathan received the pillow. His mouth cannot compromise at all.


“You've been widowed too long. Hurry married. Do you not envy me who can enjoy the pleasures of the world every night.” Reno explained while closing her eyes. It was as if he was enjoying embracing the beauty of love together with his wife.


Dathan snorted in annoyance. Reno's son is big. He was free to do it at home because the child had slept alone. I think he is lazy to talk about this. If asked to miss the caress or not. Of course the answer is yes. He only enjoyed the pleasure for three months. So of course he wants to feel that pleasure again. But so far he has not opened his heart to anyone. He was busy alone with his son, and did not want to lose the moment together.


“Ladis what was her name?”


Reno's question blew Dathan's mind. He remembered for a moment the girl. From the beginning of taking her to the hotel, she did not ask her name at all. So of course he doesn't know.


“We'll know if later he's to the office.” Dathan looked at Reno.


Reno smiled faintly. It means that the friend does not know. Reno took the tea. Then sip her tea. He knew his friend was curious about the girl. It's just too prestige.


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