My Boss My Enemy
There's a Weird Feel

"yuki, yuhuu..... Mama coming.." Amalia's screams echoed in the living room of her son's residence.

Early in the morning, the middle-aged woman who rejected the old man had made a scene at the home of her children-in-law. Luckily the owner was not there. If there is a possibility that Armand has issued a complaint about the golden voice of the mother.

"Please come in, Madam." Bi Lastri came in droves to welcome the arrival of his employer's parents.

"Kok deserted, where are the humans, Bi?" Amalia wanderlust observing the conditions around.

"Mbak Reni with Mister again morning walk, Madam. Maybe they were going around the complex. If little Aden still hasn't woken up," hungry Bi Lastri.

"What does the lady want to drink?"

"It's not necessary, Bi. I have been teasing at home. Oh, where did Vello sleep?"

"So you were moved to the lower room, madam."

Amalia nodded.

"Yes already, auntie just continue the work. Let me take care of Vello."

"Good, Yeah. Excuse me...."

After Bi Lastri's departure, Amalia entered the designated room earlier. Apparently, his favorite handsome grandson had awoken by playing a toy that Armand had provided next to him.

"Hallo, oma's grandson is awake."

"Oma atik" Vello exclaimed cheerfully as he saw who had come.

(Oma Beautiful).

The puffed-up toddler immediately stretched out his hand to ask for a sling.

"Aren't you wetting the bed, Vel?" amalia asked by touching the bottom of her granddaughter.

Printed a large bulge there that indicates the diapers toddler was full.

"How many kilos is this?"

"Ima iyo," he replied innocently, mimicking the father's words every time he asked the same question. The round eyes blinked several times which looked increasingly cute in Amalia's eyes.

(Five kilos)

"Uhh, weight.... Oma replace me? It will be red-red, sick. Vello want to get sick?"

"NO!" screams strong.

"Eat him, Oma Beautiful replace ya?"

Marvello nodded enthusiastically. Without waiting for long, Amalia immediately took her granddaughter to the room to clean her lower body. Not to forget, he also threw the remaining diapers to the place that has been provided.

"My granddaughter's handsome, but I don't want to take a shower."

There was no response from the puffer toddler. He is also obsessed with a robot toy in his hand.

"Ama..," he said suddenly.

"Vello looking for mama?"

Her head nodded comically which made Amalia even more anxious.

"Well, we'll wait for mama outside to play ball."

"Come on!" Marvello exclaimed cheerfully directly jumping into his sling.

The unprepared Amalia was a little surprised, but could still hold the weight of her bulky body.

"Good luck oma, Vel. If your op might have recurred the gout."

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Renita and Armand enter the courtyard of his house in friendly arms. Both of them are like lovebirds who are on the verge of romance. Renita looked spoiled in her husband's arms, occasionally a laugh could be heard from his second mouth.

"Your son's voice, Mas. Whimpering to the gate" Renita chanted when she heard her son's shrill voice.

"Eh, yes. Kok tumben not crying. Usually if only the same Bi Lastri doang cry."

"Hemm, panties." The father-of-one chipped when he saw who was playing with his son.

"There's definitely something that mama's here early in the morning."

"Most willing to say goodbye" said Armand casually.

Renita turned her eyes towards her husband.

"Where?"

Haven't got an answer yet. Amalia has called.

"That's mama."

"Baby, Ama."

(Good, Mama).

"Loof?" ask Renita to make sure.

The toddler was enthusiastic.

"Take papa. Later adek in the stomach of the mother deflated over the body of your padlock," said Armand while lifting the body of his son.

"Uh, the weight of you. It's been big...."

"Mama's been a long time?" Renita greeted her mother-in-law by sitting next to the middle-aged woman.

"Congratulations, but not for long."

"Oh, yes, mama is here to say goodbye to you," continued Amalia.

"I guessed it," said Armand.

The pregnant woman's forehead is wrinkled deeper and deeper in the sign that she has not understood the situation.

"Where are you going?"

"Mom's going to LN and Amanda. Pity him from giving birth until his son was almost four months old. Papa's state of health that doesn't allow traveling far."

"Pengen joined," whined the pregnant woman with teary eyes.

"No way, Ren. Your content is approaching HPL, it's not good to travel here and there, let alone this long journey takes hours on the plane. Mama doesn't want anything to happen to you." Amalia advises her daughter-in-law as soon as possible not to offend her daughter-in-law, considering that the feelings of pregnant women are very sensitive.

"Later if the baby is big and can travel far, we go there all honeymoon to LN," said Armand trying to calm the wife.

Renita just nodded weakly.

"Now not long, Ren. Before Princes was born, my mother was back. Mama won't miss her presence."

"Really, Ma?" asked Renita enthusiastically.

The sadness that had been drawn on his face vanished somewhere.

"Yes," Amalia replied with a shady smile.

"When do you go, Ma?" ask Renita.

"Later noon."

"I'm with you, Ma. Let Mas Armand be the driver. I want healing."

"Yes" said Armand.

"Later, Vello wants to come see the plane?" Armand turned to his son.

"What bang? Mau, Eyo want," he said enthusiastically with funny pursed lips.

(Flying ship? Want, Vello will)

"OK, but now we take a bath first" cried Armand, carrying his son's body into the house.

The tiny mouth shriek disappeared behind the door.

The behavior of the father and son did not escape the attention of two different-aged women who had noticed it.

"You don't get too tired, Ren. Remember, there's something you need to take care of." Amalia told her daughter-in-law.

For some reason there was suddenly a feeling of uneasiness for no reason infiltrating his heart. But, Amalia immediately threw out that thought.

"You have to be careful, you know, Ren." Amalia told me again with a serious look at her daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Ma. Mama why, anyway?"

"No, nothing. No, don't think about it!"

Despite feeling strange, Renita simply nodded in response.

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Okay, we're getting into a conflict with the homeowner, aka Renita, Armand. My soap opera brain mode on (while smiling wickedly). Hope you guys aren't the boss of this little story.

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