It turns out my wife is the Boss of my company
He's my Boss' son?

Who is this young man, son?the grandmother asked as she and I approached the old woman

Bring it to Grandma's house?Athalia answered while fixing her cradle backpack.

"Malah who grandma heard neng exposed razia,"raya Nengsih, grandmother Atha. Ya startled suddenly her grandson brought along a handsome young man whom she had not known before.

Confused how he should explain to an old grandmother then this was the chosen youth of his heart.

I finally explained, though,

"I'm Athalia Nek's girlfriend..."

For a moment the old man looked dumb. This is his grandson's girlfriend. The Grandma looked amazed.he could not expect to meet a handsome man who had given a confession, bring me his lover.

Only Atalia seemed to still look unprepared to accept my statement like that.

"Who I don't know this guy he suddenly went to grandma!!." looked at the woman grumbling.

I am not offended by Athalia's words. Ordinary in front of the grandmother keep the image.

My frustration I spilled over when the neng gelis by being in the kitchen.

"What did you say to Grandma?!"I have started to look like I have courage when I thought even though he was not 100% the son of my boss.

The woman who had felt guilty earlier without shaking when I sprayed like that.

He kept his back to me, as if he would not show his cold, stiff face.

"I count if up to three or not want to also show me this hand that speaks!!.." I gave a threat and because I did not react then I started counting.

Not even until the count of 3. The woman immediately turned her body.

Unfortunately, Athalia was less aware that previously he was angry because he was blowing embers in the furnace that had not yet appeared sparks.

and had opened some buttons, so that his chest is visible even though only part of it.

And when he was in my sight he still didn't notice it.

The woman I predicted was my boss's child as if she was showing off something most precious to her that was dedicated to me.

And I saw this was my moment of equality where the king and queen met in a simple place.

I don't see Natalia anymore as a mask-wielding woman. But to see a queen I will edit as king.

I looked at Athalia not with lust but with a reality that I finally met with a miracle on this earth

Athalia is not only a very hamble, simple and unyielding person, but is my lover.

"While you're showing me the most precious thing I'll never shift, I know you're beautiful I know you have the ideal body facilities but I'm not with that Atha I love you!?..."my words are starting to get slouched.

Natalia realized when her sharp and handsome eyes were pointing towards the middle of her body.

He realized part of his body was visible even a little.

Soon the woman needed it, yes ran as fast as she could to the room and cried so it happened.

You must be arrogant you will certainly be proud and proud of something that you have both the wealth of the rank of widow and position including a beautiful healthy body.

But right now you're all that you don't think that I know who you really are, don't you feel inferior my dear I know who you left behind prove again one percent more that you are the son of Pa Andika, the CEO of my company.

The grandmother was shocked when she saw Natalia running to the room and she did not want to open the key from inside her room.

What are you doing Aden, what are you doing to my granddaughter!!.."the grandmother finally sprayed me.

I'm still confused as to what I should answer to Grandma.

I still heard the sobbing of the woman in the room. Wrong to blame me. Why am I present, Why enter into his life, when he was comfortable with his grandmother.

Just as this was finally realized, the voice was actually not upset because of the same presence of his prince, but happy that he could finally have the same baby as the others.

The Grandmother already knew Athalia was a great outcast, she was the daughter of a merchant who was searching for her identity.

And that's how quickly he has to break everything down? Grandma already knew the identity of the woman he was not her grandson He was just trying to care for the woman to look not to fall in humiliation and prophesy.

I whispered to the grandmother, because this afternoon it turned out to have understood that Natalia had sensed there was a wife with me.

I whispered something to Grandma's ears and she understood that I was a powerful medicine to get rid of her grandchildren's selfishness and pride.

Please my son you do your best for my grandson I believe you are a suitable person for my grandson.

It is impossible for the child to allow and carry this otherwise he knows how far you are my son.

The grandmother went straight to the kitchen and continued to plant water and rice in the furnace that needed to struggle

I started whispering to or the middle was still heard sobbing in the room.

Neng upami Eneng still let Aa himself and Neng not the least bit care about Aa possibility Aa saying goodbye!?

Unless Athalia lets her go into the room together with neng over there!!..."

There is still no answer, even the buzzing suction is getting bigger.

For so long I heard the story finally there is a pretty pleasing answer.

"Not ridho, just not willing...Aa has been harassed!! Why the hell did Aa go into the kitchen without Neng's notice, try not to go out to the kitchen will not happen all that!!..."

I just understood that actually the problem is the cause.

. I smiled, it was so Virgin that the woman I predicted as the son of my boss.

"I was accidentally Neng, besides the kitchen was not a private place, whether Aa was wrong to enter the kitchen, thirsty there was no water... Who told Neng to undress!?..."

The woman was silent she didn't comment on me much anymore.

But Neng was worried that he would leave after finding out that Neng was ugly, not in line with Aa's expectations.

Surely Aa wants a plump, white, beautiful woman not like this while Neng lives rough, eating potluck, rest potluck..."

I don't comment much anymore all those who are absent by the woman are already on her own. I think that beauty is relative, that grudge of my love for that woman is not because she's the daughter of my CEO at my company, but I love at first sight when I give rp10,000 money to a clown busker who seems to pass tired of looking and chasing sustenance in places that are inappropriate for a child like that's.