MY BOSS MY HUSBAND
47. NEED HELP!

The Love Trap of Young Master Part 48

Rate 18+

By Sept

"Don't start! Tired of it," lamented Tika who got a grinning look from the husband. Tika memorized very well with such faces. The woman of three felt strange signals from her husband.

"It's me pijit .. hurry up here!" The god slapped his own thigh. Ask Tika back to fall.

Tika refused, and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

The god overtakes the wife, clutching Tika's waist. Hugged her from behind gently.

"Come on, Lion hasn't even been 100 days!" grouse Tika.

"In my bag there is safety, wear it," whispered the God who did not want to give up.

"Geez!"

"Come on!" The god twisted Tika's body, until now the two faced each other.

Unable to resist and dodge, Tika resigned only when the God laid his body on the sofa. When you think about it a few years ago, this is very funny. Where had Tika ever thought of being able to make out in this room? Geez, Tika also smiled faintly when God began to kiss her nape.

***

In the morning, the sun was shining softly, hitting the cubby Lion cheek. The gods deliberately sunn their son while sitting leaning on the balcony.

"Udah, don't be long, baby!" yelled Tika who was combing Cika's hair. While Ciki, early in the morning has participated in omanya sports. Grandma and granddaughter are walking around housing. Perhaps, Oma wanted to show off to the residents of the luxury complex. Now he has a grandson.

"Yes, this is also a result."

The god stood while holding the Lion, occasionally kissing the baby's nose. Cowo but looks beautiful, maybe so handsome.

"Wake up first, baby." Tika grabbed the Lion's body from the God sling.

After everything was clean and tidy, everyone gathered in the living room. My mom came and took a shower too. When the children were playing, the mother began to seriously talk to her son.

"Back to the company, Wa. Mama leave the leadership to you. Mama wants to enjoy your old age" explained Mama with a serious face.

The god glanced at the glance of Tika who was holding onto Lion. Then he nodded at his mother. The middle-aged woman smiled with relief, then approached Ciki and Cika. Mom was serious about what she said.

***

Diamondland head office

This morning there was a closed meeting, news that blew mentioning the sole heir of the company has returned. There are some who are curious, because the Gods that are known to have long disappeared why come back again.

The stitches don't just get there. The issue that Dewa had been kicked out of the company for marrying his own maid also blew hard. I don't know where all the news came from. The walls have ears.

"Good morning, sir!" greet Malika, the new secretary of the Gods.

"I will be secretary to Mr. Dewa for a while" continued the young girl in a knee-length skirt.

The god nodded, almost indifferent. He actually objected. But how else. If he has time, he will find the right candidate. The gods do not like it, just the first time he already has a bad impression.

Look at the girl's clothes, less material and too thin. If long in the air-conditioned room like that, the God of Malika taste will catch a cold.

CLAMPS

"Ah, sorry ... Sir!" said Malika who accidentally held the door handle. Which at that time was also held by the gods.

The god did not bother him, he immediately entered.

"Sir, we're meeting in half an hour!" malika exclaims when the Gods have not even sat perfectly.

Malika smiled sweetly, as if she was selling sugar.

"Em .. Is there anything you need?"

"No, and please close the door."

The lips that were originally smiling brightly were suddenly wry. When she turned around, Malika cursed with heartache.

"That's arrogant!" rutuk Malika while stepping out.

A moment later, the God was already preparing to leave the room. And when she opened the door, Malika suddenly appeared with a glass of hot coffee.

"Geez! Sorry, Mr."

Spontaneous Malika cleaning God's shirt hit by coffee spill.

"It's ... already!" The god brushed off Malika's hand that kept wiping her shirt.

"But Sir. It's very dirty. Let me take it off, let me wash it in the sink for a while."

"Not to."

"Sir, this is the first meeting. Just wait five minutes."

The god closed his eyes, he held his breath. The man was actually very upset.

***

"This, Sir. It's clean."

Malika held out the shirt she had washed. It looks clean without a stain. Probably because it was washed quickly with soapy water. So it's clean without stains. Or maybe Malika did bring detergent from home. I don't know.

When God was buttoning his shirt, Malika secretly stole a glance. Pretend he tidied up the documents on the table. But his eyes were watching the gods.

"What's his wife like Mr Dewa, time anyway? Such a handsome and well-established man is looking at the same maid?" inner Malika.

"Ehem!"

Deheman the God made Malika wake up from her daydream.

"Are you ready, sir?" malika asked spontaneously.

The god nodded then walked ahead of his secretary.

Meeting room, all meeting participants pay respect when God enters the room. The meeting went very short and well. It will be scheduled another follow-up meeting, for today it is enough to get here.

After giving a welcome and a thank you. The god walked out of the meeting room. As soon as the Gods went far enough, some people whispered about their superiors. Gibah never knew a place. And it is an old culture that continues to mushroom and flourish.

"What will God want for lunch?" ask Malika about pleasantries.

"No need!" said the cold God.

Malika mangosteen, it looks like she is looking for another idea.

"Do you want a drink?"

"No thanks."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Nothing, and please leave me alone. Don't forget, close the door."

Malika tried to smile, but her heart cursed.

"Wait, we'll see. You can refuse!" inner Malika is full of revenge.