Mad Boss
Just switch professions

"Look who's talking?" Gamya grinned and kissed his wife's cheek.

His kiss spread to his wife's jaw and earlobe.

"Ma.mmm..." Cindekia who was now being turned into rice rolls could only quietly squirm.

Cindekia's jealousy greatly provokes Gamya, especially after a few days they have not met.

"Yes... Mr..."

Gamya slightly waved the blanket and pajama collar that covered the skin of his wife's shoulder.

"Sir! Stop that!" the half-burdened Cindekia shouted suddenly came to a realization.

The screams of Cindekia suddenly made Gamya stop and return to her original position. "Kia, you know I miss you, do you just want to sleep tonight?"

Cindekia lowered her head. Doesn't silence mean that? she could not ignore, however, that her husband who gave her the medicine was unclear.

How can you calm down if you intend to kill my fetus?

Gamya kissed the top of Cindekia's head. "Well Sweetie, tonight we're just going to sleep." Gamya re-fixes Cindekia's shirt and blanket.

He brought his wife back into his arms.

"Sir,"

"What's? You changed your mind?"

"No, just ask. Why do you install CCTV in every room of this house? isn't this apartment's security system very good?"

"From your questioning tone, you seem to mind that."

"Yes, I'm being watched."

Gamya tightened her embrace. "I was watching you" he said lightly.

"Why? Am I a prisoner, Father?"

the prisoner?

Gamya loosened his embrace so that he could see the face of his wife who had just asked. "Not a prisoner, I just want to see what you're doing."

"And I was being controlled? My freedom is taken away, isn't that the same as a prisoner?"

My plan won't work if he keeps an eye on me. I'm sorry, husband. I will not comply if your request violates human rights.

"Darling...?"

"If indeed my freedom was lost due to marriage to the Father, I would not regret it. Because I love you so much Father. I was willing to endure it, living uncomfortably and feeling depressed all day long at all times in the house I lived in." - Cindekia dramatized.

Gamya sighed at the long grievance his wife might not finish in a short time, "Alright, fine. I'm gonna turn off all the CCTV! You happy now?"

Cindekia smiled gleefully in her heart, one step her plan went smoothly.

"Yes,"

"In return you will have to answer my video call directly, and also...I have a request."

"What?"

"Although you feel comfortable calling me Father, I'm not comfortable hearing it."

"Ah. that,"

"You can just call my name. We're only 5 years different, Kia. And lately you've been yelling in front of me too often. I thought, You've lost my ethics and civility. So you no longer deserve to be formal with me. As wife yang_" beber Gamya who seems to be confiding or how.

The cup!

Cindekia kissed her husband's cheek, to stop babbling.

Not deserved? losing ethics?

"Deal, so I who already do not have this ethics do not need to be formal. Ok Gami, Let's go to bed because tomorrow you're going to the airport early in the morning" Cindekia said with a softened voice.

She wanted to touch her husband's body and act indecently there. But can not, because both hands are wrapped in blankets. Ah why are you also wrapping yourself up Kia? her inner Ponta who wants to make out.

"Mommy? hmm. ok. it's up to you, Hun." Gamya returns to bring Cindekia into his arms. His emotional instability was reduced to hearing his wife's meek voice.

****

"He's gone?" muttered Cindekia with a disappointed face. She woke up late and did not take her husband away.

In no spirit did he make his bed, before going to the bathroom.

As per their agreement last night, all CCTV has been shut down. Cindekia smiled a little. But still must not be careless.

A memo stuck to the refrigerator door while making breakfast.

[You slept like a sloth, so I didn't wake you up. Don't forget to take your vitamins on the table after breakfast. I Love you.]

"What..., the sloth he said?!" sis Cindekia did not accept the sloth.

With a cocky feeling, he stuffed a bowl of oatmeal into the microwave.

slothballs?

When eating oatmeal breakfast, Cindekia is still overwhelmed with feelings of annoyance because it is said to be like a sloth.

"How could he call his wife a sloth? does he want to make a fuss, 'cause I'm up late?" muttered Cindekia while dropping a vitamin that Gamya gave into the closet and watering it.

(*Animal is termed lazy because it moves slowly and sleeps 20 hours a day)

***

In a painting studio of not so large size, Norah was observing some canvases tainted by abstract paint.

paints and other painting equipment do not look neatly arranged.

"What's all of a sudden you came to my studio?" ganeeta's voice rang out between the stacks of canvas. He was painting something. I don't know what he's trying to paint, only he and God know.

"Of course you want to buy your painting, my friend," replied Norah.

Ganeeta frowned, "I'll be holding an exhibition next month. You can come and buy it later."

"Why not sell it now? I need some for my new clinic decoration. Are you sure your painting will sell later?"

"If no one buys it, I'll have Gamya buy all my paintings" Ganeeta laughed and continued to paint the canvas in front of him. "Oh yeah, where are you going to start your business?" tanyanya.

"Your mom offers a building in TTTO city."

"...hmm the boy lives there," murmured Ganeeta trying to remember. "Then did you accept the offer?"

"I'm still thinking about it. Looks like your mom wants me to be her daughter-in-law."

Ganeeta stopped his hand and shifted his head to look at Norah who was looking at the painting. "Who? Me?" point Ganeeta at himself.

"Haha... You'reinsane. Of course your brother."

"That's just as crazy, she's married. Sorry for not inviting you."

"I know, I've met his wife."

"Why does my mommy hobby bother that kid?"

"Maybe because her son married such a woman" Norah replied.

"That kind of thing? that leads negatively."

Norah walked up to Ganeeta, "Yes, you know a woman from the lower classes who wants to go to class by marrying a rich man."

"Then what's the problem?"

Norah sighed looking at Ganeeta, how could her friend not care about her twin. "What if she just wants the money? maybe that's what made your mom so worried."

"Isn't it nice that someone would marry her for her money? I think the boy has no other advantages than having a lot of money" said Ganeeta lightly as light as his life's burden.

"You don't think, if that woman doesn't love your brother, she'll leave one day. Maybe go with another guy."

"The child's money will not run out. So he won't be left behind by his wife."

An annoyed Norah tapped on the canvas before him. "What's on your mind? You don't understand love at all and have never been in a relationship with any man. How can you write a romantic novel?"

"You're right, I feel like I've deceived the public" Ganeeta said. "Therefore, now I am a painter only" he laughed.

"Bas with you, this,"

"I don't like to interfere, but I haven't been looking for a fuss with him for a long time." Ganeeta suddenly remembered something. He puts down his brush and paint palette, then picks up his phone and tries to contact Rudi.