HELLO, MY BOSS!
Revenge

Lisa still forced open Farhan's pajamas even though the man had refused many times. Shirt attracted perfectly, he threw the kimono-modeled pajamas into the ceiling of the room—so it finally fell tragically on the floor.

"Design yourself, quickly grab a shirt right now!" Farhan grabbed a pillow to cover the exposed part of his chest. Lisa giggles without any intention of picking up Farhan's pajamas that have just been thrown away.

"Have not said much, fast on my stomach, I don't want to owe my husband a massage." Lisa flips Farhan's body. I don't want to get a rejection from that guy.

"I'm not sure you can massage" Farhan said as the man turned his back. A yellow boxer with Spongebob and Patrick holding a jellyfish net with a laugh. There's Squidward pouting while peeing. His face was very similar to Farhan's.

Lisa was common and it was no longer strange to see anything like that. Although sometimes like to smile amused to see the various collections of Nickelodeon boxers that Farhan wears. Lisa often imagined, wanting to see Farhan's pants overflowing when the man was angry in the meeting room. It must be funny, he thought.

Massage after massage began to be done. Five minutes ago Lisa touched Farhan's back, which was as hard as a rhinoceros skin. He acted, then sat under Farhan's waist so that his strength was more out. "Mas! What's your skin, anyway? Kok kayak bull horn gini. Hard," he lamented.

"Yes already, get down!" Farhan spoke with his eyes closed. "I didn't ask for a massage either." Farhan shook his body to let Lisa down immediately.

"Yes already. Not so, my hands hurt. Pay the debt anytime." Lisa slumped over Farhan's back. Instead of treating fatigue, Lisa instead added Farhan's body aches due to sleeping on his body.

"Down from my body. You're so heavy."

"No, again delicious gini. Kayak riding on the back of a crocodile," Lisa's claw was a bit spoiled. Both of his hands were embracing Farhan's shoulders like a five-year-old boy.

"Down I said!" farhan snapped somewhat annoyed.

"Marrel!" Lisa rolled to the side. Staring at her husband who was also watching her eyes twinkle.

"You're in dong's arms, Mas!" Lisa immediately moved agilely, turning off the lights with a remote, then approached Farhan without the man's consent first. The woman forced Farhan to face her, then went into Farhan's arms until their half innocent bodies rubbed against each other.

Damnit damnit! Farhan growled in silence. He tried to get up from his seat, was about to take the pajamas that Lisa had thrown away earlier.

"Don't go," Lisa's cursing is shameless. His hand gripped the Farhan boxer tightly. Where the occupants react quickly.

Farhan sighed slowly, trying to be patient. "I'm gonna get dressed, cold."

"Not that you already have a blanket that always warms you every night. I can hold you till morning." Lisa said, pretending to be innocent even though she actually knew what Farhan wanted.

One kiss of Lisa landed softly. Tickling body Farhan's soul half tense. Farhan's burly body grew increasingly tempestuous, hot. The squeaky bird behind her Spongebob boxer screams, wanting to get into Lisa's comfortable cage immediately.

"Good sleep my husband." Lisa smiled warmly after successfully making Farhan's body heat up like a freshly rubbed shirt. The woman turned her back, smiling slylyly as she picked up the blanket.

This was my revenge this afternoon, dear. Lisa's eyes began to shut, she could feel the restless Farhan without daring to ask for a ration.

Keep living in a pit of prestige, and feel the torment of my death tonight. Good night, Baby.

***

The wind brought the arrival of rain out there, the gurgling water began to fade into the glass window in Rico's room. The man was agitated, worse than Farhan, Rico could not close his eyes at all until the morning.

"Are you okay, Dipsy?" Rico talks on the handle of his pacul. Rubbing the object is as affectionate as a child of his own. Since growing up, Rico named it Dipsy. The figure of a friend who has always been his pride, invited everywhere, and who must always be loyal to his master.

Although it has never been used to break into the opposite sex goal, Rico always routinely indulges Dipsy in the bathroom once every week. A tradition of men from year to year that no longer needs to be kept secret.

The man again sighed resignedly, then looked at the ceiling of the room with a slight bated breath. "Do I have to find a paid woman to make sure you're still wearable or not? What if you become sick." Rico's worries are growing. Since the incident that afternoon, Dipsy always sleeps with his henchmen even though Rico has tried to invite him traveling to imagine even topless women.

Rico can't get Dipsy to play soap, because he knows that Dipsy is still injured.

"You must not be sick, however you are the successor of my people, Dipsy!" Rico stroked the sleeping thing again. Hope Dipsy reacts like a normal morning routine.

"You're a fucking shit, Lisa! Dare to kick my Dipsy into a severe gini injury. Didn't know that Dipsy is a descendant of Wicaksono Albraham?" Hazel's eyes lit up. Emitting an irresistible flash of anger each time it recalled the events of yesterday afternoon.

"How can I find a smooth and beautiful martabak, if you want to not?" Rico asked Dipsy.

Not want. That was how Rico's brain answered, as if the answer was said by his Dipsy straight away.

"Well, if you don't want to." Rico stretched his body. Vaporize and look at the clockwork that indicates the day starts towards morning.

"I'd better just eat, it's crazy to think about it all the time." Rico finally stuck his foot on the floor. Walk towards the refrigerator to find food.

"Damn! Even for my breakfast until I forget to buy. Is this what nature's code calls for me to get married?" The man clucked incensely as he looked at the food supplies in his refrigerator just a quarter kilo of ground meat scraps. Because Rico used to spend half a kilo of cow and two egg whites once breakfast.

Forced, he cooked the meat. Allowing his burly, muscular body to get less nutrition, unlike the usual morning.

***

Up to two. If many vote I up again. wkkww.

Visual Rico... Guess who dong is? Wkwkw.