Jagoanku Turns out to be CEO
177. Be more possessive

Meytta still enjoys ice cream in her boutique office.

"Waaah.. Alhamdulillah.put this month is quite a lot of bulk," said Meytta.

"Yes.non Alhamdulillah.., almost every day a parking car like this."

"Omzet is up four hundred percent from the beginning of this year..," said Meytta, who is still researching his bookkeeping while still eating his ice cream.

"Since when do you feel the increase in consumers here.?," asked Meytta.

"mmm..I think non Meytta ended up here with his mother Mrs Bimo's mistress . some days began to deh many cars here," said bulek parmi.

"Oh.iya.iya.I remember.at that time mama Halimah wanted to promote the design of our boutique.to her socialite friends..,"

"Oh.yes.bener non.at that time you asked a consumer who looks rich."

"At that time you asked how he could know the Cantika boutique, he continued to say from the recommendation of his friend.eeh..because it is said to be very cheap with quality that is not less the same as high-end boutiques," said bulek parmi enthusiastically telling stories.

Meytta was very happy to hear that.

"Tomorrow I want to make a better design again, will I fit into Paris buy various fashion magazines that I can make inspiration for my work" said Meytta with enthusiasm.

"Waah.bulek very happy to not hear it..," replied parmi.

They continued to chat about the development of the boutique which is growing.

"For his strength how is bulek.?" asked Meytta.

"In the meantime we can still overcome the five non, yes just.a little busy anyway.but if the situation is still like this.add one person may be better, non," said bulek parmi.

"Yes try later ..we count again.mau add employees with a fixed salary, .. or so but raise the salary.try later bulek please ask a friend of friends," meytta's orders to the parmi bulek.

"Every non. later we will discuss it when conditions are possible," replied parmi.

"Eeh.. by the way.mas Bimo where ya... bulek..?," asked Meytta who realized her husband was not around.

"Oh.Mr Bimo sat in front, joking with Mr. Kesot this non street parking attendant."

"Do I want to call you here non..?."

"No need to deh bulek.biar aja mas Bimo.outside, if there is already a friend chat, than here even bosen waiting for me to check the bookkeeping."

Bulek parmi just smiled at the words of the owner of the boutique.

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Bimo is still sitting in the chair that used to make Mr. Kesot.

A car entered the boutique yard that had just been abandoned by consumers who had finished transacting in the boutique.

Looks down two women who one is middle-aged the other is young with a fairly fashionable clothes.

The girl looked at Bimo from the car before stopping parking, to get out of her car, even when the middle-aged woman entered the boutique she was still staring at Bimo.

Bimo just cuek did not respond, even back busy chatting with Mr. Kesot who again sat next to him after just giving aba aba to the consumer car.

"Waah.lumayan also parking sir..," asked Bimo.

"Bang.bos.. Alhamdulillah.i splash the sustenance from this boutique," said Mr. Kesot.

"How many pack a day..?."

"If many gini can be two hundred to three hundred Bosses, right if the motorbike only I pull two thousand parking and three thousand cars even though sometimes they give five thousand and sometimes do not want to be changed."

"Even once per week night I can five hundred thousand from morning to night" said Mr. Kesot with a happy smile.

"Yes.hopefully this boutique is getting crowded.I can live here," said Mr. Kesot as he raised his hand in prayer.

"Aamiin.pak.may the sustenance of my wife and child more abundant" said Bimo.

"Lohs...Mrs Boss..has been pregnant..?."

"Alhamdulillah.pak," said Bimo again.

They chatted until there was a car across the street leaving the parking lot.

"Sir..!!," called the car owner to Mr. Kesot while waving a money sign in the aba.

"After Mr. Boss.pamit pak Kosim to Bimo."

When Mr. Kesot was still giving aba aba, a pair of women who had finished shopping seemed to come out of the boutique with a tentengan groceries.

Back the young girl looked at Bimo, while her mother seemed to be still watching the parking situation that looked crowded.

Bimo who knew of the difficulties stood up and approached.

"Please mother come in later I will guide with aba aba," said Bimo politely.

The middle-aged woman looked at Bimo and smiled brightly.

"Lho.mas Bimo..bener is Bimo son of Jeng Halimah.?." asked the mother who was apparently a socialite friend of mama Halimah.

"I'm aunt Jolie.mama mas Bimo's friend," said the woman.

"Eeh..introduce my son Cindy," said the aunt.

The girl who had admired Bimo since then immediately reached out her hand took Bimo's hand that was still hanging unresponsive.

"Cindy..," said the girl while holding Bimo's hand for a little while.

"Bimo..," said Bimo with a flat face.

"Please aunty come in.later I love aba aba," said Bimo while trying to expel the girl who was still holding his hand.

"Eh..I.iya.mas," said the girl who replied while asking for the car keys from her mother.

Bimo just sighed.

Eventually the two men entered the car and left the place.

Mr. Kesot came in a hurry.

"Sorry Mr. Boss.so troublesome..," said Mr. Kesot who became unwell.

"Ha.ha.just relax sir..," said Bimo with a smile and left the place because the boutique was a little loose.

"I entered first sir., I think it's loose, '" said Bimo stepped into the boutique.

Bimo came in and saw his wife's nyari.

"Where is my wife??" asked Bimo.

"Non Meytta is back in his study" said the boutique employee, smiling with a polite nod.

"Back to his study.??," inner Bimo.

"Loh.still here to..," said Bimo as he walked into his wife's office.

"Yes, it was finally fitting out there who was holding a hand grip with a girl," Meytta said with a frown.

"Hadeuhh.."

"Honey it's a friend of mama said .and his son, cook them introduce themselves mas Bimo nonhalin not delicious," said Bimo.

"It's not just acquaintances until the HP number exchange," said Meytta again.

Somehow when I started pregnant Meytta became sensi.and increasingly possessive.

Bimo chuckles.see the possessiveness of his wife.

"No, change the number HP.if at home every night there is already serving," Bimo's tease to his wife that makes Meytta blush.

"If you're done going home, yuuk," asked Bimo.

Meytta got up from her chair and took her husband's hand.

"Mas Bimo can't be like that.let alone later I get pregnant the bigger the stomach," said Meytta while walking out.

"Cck.don't."

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