Married to Brondong
He's not my type

“Sure, I am a mature woman Mistress and I already have a child and while your grandson in my opinion, he is still a BOY.” Rara accidentally presses the word boy makes Bastian's ears hot, but,

“Ckkk .. stop calling me boy I told you I'm not a boy!” Bastian's angry

“Sttt ... shut up first, parents again talk,” pinta Rara like telling a child to stop.

“Isss... You always think I'm a little kid, you're a big grandma,” said Bastian upset, throwing a couch cushion at Rara.

“How far do you know my grandson?” ask Ny. Marisa's getting curious.

“There are certainly many examples." He likes to go to the salon for treatment and he also skincare to his glowing face it.”

“You don't make too much of it. When am I skincare?” Bastian's face flushed like a ripe tomato.

“That's your face is as smooth white as a baby's butt, keep that time that you olessin on your face, as we sit on the balcony, the color is clear.”

“Raraaa that acne medicine tau!”

“Oh”

“Aaa, oh, aah , oh. So do not be recused,” said Bastian upset.

“Not that I slander I just said what I saw, right, you used to care to the salon’?”

“That was Rara, duluuu .. before you came here,” said Bastian holding the back of his neck. So Rara made her grandmother both have neck pain at the time.

“You also if the bath in the bathroom is also long, half an hour, normal guys are at most fifteen minutes at most, I take a shower only ten minutes, keep you in the bathroom why, dancing striping? Or do self-care?”

“Hadeh you made me crazy” Bastian frowned in annoyance.

“Cowok normal will not be long in the bathroom logic course”

“Aduh ..., what do you mean?”

“Yes you ..” Rara looked at him from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. “You're not my type”

“You are also not my type Raraaa!” bastian shouted furiously.

“Don't be angry I just want to explain to your Oma, if I'm with you, not a lover's relationship because of you …. Ah already”

“What? What are you saying?” bastian's face is getting hotter.

Her grandmother just kept quiet, seeing the second altercation that claimed to be between the maid and the boss. He smiled slightly, when Bastian was angry with a red face like a boiled bill, because he did not accept being called a boy by his own assistant.

“Did you say, you're a mother? does that mean you have a husband? ask the woman, in an investigative manner like a private detective.

“Aaah .. alright” Rara inhale, she has to tell you all about her personal life.

“Dia, janus. J-A-N-U-S,” said Bastian suddenly, he was upset to the point that he spelled out his sentence.

“Ckkk, quiet!” said Hara, now replace, he who felt upset because of Bastian.

“What is Janus?” ask Ny. Marisa curious.

“Janda Nusantara, ha .. ha. ha” Bastian laughed softly, he was like a child who was mocking his older sister, laughing loudly one hand holding her stomach and one finger pointing at Rara, obviously he just wanted to get Rara back.

“Stop laughing, not funny,” said Rara clucked in annoyance.

NY. Marisa is increasingly confused to describe the relationship between the two, a relationship that is difficult to describe in words, is not a relationship between lovers, let alone the relationship between employers and bosses, and the relationship between the two, they are both like the relationship of two friends who are different castes and different natures and characters of course different genders as well,

‘What kind of relationship do they actually have?’ ask Ny. Marisa in her mind, just now, she was willing to keep quiet watching such an obscure quarrel.

“Now tell me, are you going to keep that cat-figure triangular heirloom cloth?” bastian asked, he laughed louder, the heirloom cloth he meant was a color Rara that stretched because it ran out of rubber. ”Ra. I imagined that thing you were wearing and ... and .. ha. ha” Bastian just kept laughing.

“Can stop no!” Rara is embarrassed because the stretchy color is a material led by Bastian.

“What you two are doing, I want to talk.” Mrs. Marisa looked firmly at the two of them.

“Good Oma.” Bastian was silent he was not laughing anymore.

“Well I want to ask you again, Bastian said you're a widow is that right?

“So this is Madam; actually my son is a child, adopted child, not a child I was born with and I have never been married, Madam.”

“Whataa? how come you never said so same to me.” Bastian was shocked and he protested loudly with Rara. Her eyes looked at Rara with glaring eyes.

He was shocked to hear that, he did not know that Rara was just a foster mother.

“Not really, but you should have told me that same thing.”

“Emang should, what?”

“Iya! you know about all my life, I should also know dong about your life,” protested Bastian.

Her grandmother again just dumbfounded to see the two quarrel.

“I think it does not matter yes Mr. Bastian, because of his position, I work here.”

“Important!”

“Why should it matter anyway, are you like that same other employees?”

“Iya.”

Oma Bastian could only scratch his head looking at the two, he knew there was a lot changed from his current grandson.

“Sorry Yes Mr. Bastian I am not the type of person who likes, open or show off my personal problems to others.”

“Iya should if for me.”ujar Bastian with face still stiffened.

“Well, why is that?” Rara asked back.

“Iya because I ..” Bastian's sentence is broken.

“By Oma who asked again Bastian?” Mrs. Marisa looked at her granddaughter with a probing look.

“Before Oma, I finish first with this person.” Bastian justifies the sitting position and eyes looking at Rara sharpen. Rara was afraid to laugh, looking at Bastian's expression. “Should have told me.”

“Aaaah crazy Loe,” said Rara he stood up to the kitchen.

The two of them left behind Bastian the Great Mistress's omelette was only astonished by the behavior of the two.

‘This is actually who's chasing who the hell?’ he said inwardly as his wealthy handsome grandson tailed his maid to the kitchen.

“Yes, you should have told me,” he said again, his attitude forced Rara.

Rara turned her body after putting the dirty glass, in the sink, she exhaled a rough breath from her mouth and her eyeballs twisted one hundred and eight degrees.

“For what the hell, it's your oma, sana temenin!” pinta Rara started to feel careless.

“If you said back then you never married and your son was only a foster child, I didn't call you ‘Janus’ but why when I called you that name, you didn't ban me.”

“Hadeeh, that's your mouth, what's my right-“

“Do not wear me Loe, I loe again,” cut Bastian firmly.

“Good. Then what are my rights?”

“You do not understand also said, yes,” said Bastian as if forcing Rara to understand him.

“You who do not understand.”

Suddenly oma Bastian was already standing in the kitchen cabinet staring at the two of them alternately.

“What is the fight between you two done? May I continue my conversation.”

“Good Mistress,” said Rara she followed Marisa sitting back in the living room.

Bastian still looks very upset, he feels Rara is not frank with him.

“Alright be your age how many years.”

“Well, if the Madam is still asking about my age, if the Madam feels it is important. My age is old don't worry, the Lady's grandchild won't want to, I'm twenty-nine years old.”

“Haaa?” Bastian gawked again. “You said my mother's age, it turns out .. why do you keep lying anyway?” bastian looked at Rara.

“Awhy do you keep protesting anyway from earlier?” Rara stared angrily at Bastian

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