MY BOSSES
The same warehouse

Just stepping on the floor feels numb. There is no energy at all. His face was pale, with blue lips. Some of his body had bruises, which are now starting to turn purplish. His body was still naked with a bad condition.

Her long hair was made to be tangled unkempt. Between his sweat and Abama's sweat, it was already mixed into one. Unclear aroma, odour ******. Amiss.

"What time is it?" Ask Alexandra. Don't know where the phone is. The window that was open last night is now closed.

The room was really dark. As if there was no day. There was only one night that kept accompanying him.

"I have a meeting. Stay here, and don't go anywhere." Didn't answer Alexandra's question. Abama gave an order.

"Babama! Varel will be looking for me. Not to mention Bi Rumi who must be worried."

"Varel's condition is fine. Bi Rumi, I've taken care of him."

Wasn't it! That's not what Alexandra wants. He did not want to be locked up and became a slave to Abama's lust. What is she a woman? Although cheap, in Alexandra there is still self-esteem.

"You want to lock me up? Want to make me a slave to your lust, Abama?" Ask Alexandra defiantly. Still in a sitting position, because his legs continue to shake. Unable to support his body.

Fucking abama! He's not poking at all. Makes Alexandra's head want to break. Just locked in a dark room. Without cell phones or other communication devices. In fact, there are only a few foods. If asked whose mouth is full of can, the answer is Abama's mouth.

****

"Where's my brother?" Varel asked, in an angry tone. Where's her brother? I didn't hear the door open last night. And early in the morning like this there was a man dressed all in black who came to give a lot of groceries, and money.

"Sorry who are you? We can't accept any of this." Reject Bi Rumi. Fearful.

"Where is my brother?" Varel asked back. The boy was not afraid at all, let alone this concerning his brother.

"Not the domain we answered. In a moment, the Great Lord will come."

"Who are y'all? Don't bother me and brother. Don't be afraid of Bi Rumi." She stretched her little hand out, as if she could protect.

Not long after, the white luxury car stopped in front of their house. Come out Abama with a neat classy slippery suit.

"Master, good morning." Simultaneously their subordinates lowered their heads, saluting.

"Sign in first. We're talking inside." Abama's heavy voice gave absolute instructions.

Varel looked at Abama with a fierce face, while Bi Rumi was already holding the tip of his negligee out of fear. Plus the smell of money is so noticeable. It can be made sure they are people in power.

"I'm Abama. Mr. George Lonen's business partner."

Varel's face changed, looking sad and enthusiastic. "Uncle knew my father?" Varel asked, answered a nod by Abama.

"So mourn the death of Mr. George Lonen. Long ago in life, your father was very meritorious. It wouldn't be me now without your father's help." Abama's Stories.

"Dad is cool!"

"Uncle here what do you want? Dad is not there. Varel is now alone, same brother."

"I have a purpose here. Want to help you and your sister."

"Really?" Varel asked with a happy face.

"Yes right. Your name is Varelio Lonen? And your brother Alexandra Lonen?"

"Yes, uncle!!"

"Yes God...Den, it was Den Varel's father who was very rich." Admired Bi Rumi to gawk.

"Yes Bi! His father Varel was great! Varel's mother is also very pretty!"

"Yes believe me, Den. Alex is beautiful."

"In his gratitude. I've prepared a house for you to live in."

"Sorry Mister. But this is too much. Moreover, Non Alexandra has not yet returned home from work."

"Alexandra's taking care of her application file. He will work in my office. Has he not contacted you yet?" Ask Abama. Truly the best hostess of the year.

"Not yet! Varel was very afraid that until there was nothing with big brother. But thank God, you're okay."

"Thank you very much, uncle!"

"no need. I should be the one to thank. Without Mr. George there would be no me now."

****

There's no clothes. The cupboard was empty, containing only sheets of paper. All day long Alexandra just rolled up the blanket on her body. Stroll limped towards the long table just to grab some food and drink.

Every now and then his hand tried to open the window, because he wanted to see the light! Wanna look at the neighborhood around here. But unfortunately a thousand dear, all access is locked.

The room was dark with no light, Alexandra felt Abama had punished her. But what's the reason? He was the one who kicked Alexandra out. But why do his actions seem as if he is the main culprit.

"Is there anyone outside?" Shouted Alexandra, knocking on the door hard. It's impossible if he has to be here continuously.

Outside there were indeed some people who cleaned the Bar. But their ears are deliberately deaf. A rule of working under Abama's feet. If you're breaking, say goodbye to your head.

"Help me! I'm locked in here! Somebody!!"

"I'm not a criminal! I'm your Boss' friend!" Alexandra again convinced. Because I'm pretty sure that there must be a lot of people down there. This bar can turn into a classic cafe during the day. Abama's business is not a time-dependent business. Either day or night, for sure the money must keep flowing.

"I'm an officer here!!" Shattering the door hard. Howling until his throat is dry. No one said. Like a statue that is considered mute.

"Oh God!! Helpme! I want to take a shower! I want to get out of here! There's a family I have to take care of!" Compassion in the wrong place.

Tired, the power is not that much. In the end, Alexandra was only able to stand by and wait for Abama to come back and open the door.

While in FeYier Group, Abama is busy with business affairs. Forget about Alexandra who somehow got her condition. Her heart was now engulfed in flowers. The desire he harbored had already channeled. This is the kind of situation that is good for him to work. Where the brain can work faster and smarter.

"Master, the project in Kalimantan is already underway."

"I'll send the proposal this afternoon, sir." Answer Rendy.

"Mr Abama, you'll have a meeting with Mr. Glen Johnson later this afternoon." Rendy read Abama's schedule today.

"Prepare."

"Sorry Mister... If my words are presumptuous." Salute Rendy to Abama. What you say is a little sensitive.

"That's my business, Rendy. Just do your job." Abama knows where this talks are going. Even if he didn't tell the story, his right hand knew. Plus it's at Walch Bar.

"My master just gave you a decisiveness. That you're not a single man. You have a wife, named Yasie Armandita. You know for yourself, how the Arman family used to help you. Mr Sandro—"

Brak! Abama hit the desk hard where she worked. Looked at Rendy.

"You don't know anything Rendy! Don't talk about Arman!"

"Sorry Sir." The eyes of Abama were already flushed. Menajam ready to skin Rendy's body right now.

"You don't know my problem, Rendy. Yasie is my wife, and Sandro is my father-in-law. Enough of me to take care of my family's life!" Snapping Abama hard, to make Rendy retreat.

"I just don't like Alexandra, sir. She's not a good woman. He's a pel4cur, sir."

"What do you know about Rendy's things?" Ask Abama.

Upholding Rendy's body, looking at Abama bravely. "I know Mrs Yasie well. He's a classy businessman, and so is Mr. Sandro, sir. They have invaluable services here." Sassy! Rendy had really woken up the lion that was sound asleep.

Abama gave a big applause. Walk closer to Rendy, slowly.

"You want a secret?" Ask Abama.

"This is a big secret! Not all ears can hear." Abama gave a statement.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've been sassy." Rendy leaned over, until it curved inside her spine.

"George Lonen donated half of his stake in the company. FeYier Group doesn't stand alone, Rendy. A company of this size led by two men, George Lonen and Abama Patrio Walch."

"Yasie is the woman I love, deeply loved. But unfortunately, she has parents like Sandro."

"You don't need to know much about me and my sweet Yasie. Cause—" Spurt blood wetting Abama's slippery suit. Scorched almost broke Rendy's head.

His eyes were glaring, with his tongue sticking out. Right in Abama's own hands, Rendy was killed. At the office where he's looking for money to make a living.

"You're smart, but your mouth talks too much." Whisper Abama, holding the head of Rendy who was almost broken.

"Did I not know Rendy all this time? That you're a spy for Sandro's shipment."

"Only the ears and mouth of the dead can be invited to cooperate." Abama stood up.

"Go into my room. Clean up my ex-right hand's body." Abama said by phone.

****

The smell of water is so noticeable now. Samapi made Glen close his nose tightly.

"YOU'RE REALLY A PSYCHOPATH!" pekik Glen, while opening his laptop.

"He used to play games with me." Abama replied casually, cleaning up the blood that was still left in her slippery coat.

"When you can use Rendy to get into Thelio's lair."

Abama shook her head, "she had a lot of mouth. Not suitable for this job."

"Then now? You'll be on your own. Mampus working on a company as big as this American continent!" Ejek Glen was so happy to see Abama suffer. What a hell of a person.

"The task I gave Erick was done. He'll be back soon."

Glen glared, "he managed to conquer the African company? You're getting rich dong?"

"Yes, and it could kill you right now." Threatening Abama never jokes.

"Luck it! If it was me, you killed it. No one can save George Lonen."

"Actually I would like to wonder about your real reason Abama. Why do you want George Lonen so badly to be free of Thelio's entanglement. Not just for Alexandra, is it? Because I know for a fact, you're just obsessed with him. The rest, you'll profit because George Lonen doesn't exist. This company is completely yours." Length width Glen spout. Abama was silent, and still busy cleaning the blood in his body.

Raise both hands straight, "okay! I'll shut up! Don't think about what I said just now."

"George Lonen is not just a member of FeYier Group. But also my life."

"Alexandra?"

"I want it. Because George wouldn't let me get close to Alexandra."

Okay fine! Enough's enough! If we continue to fear Glen Johnson's head will disappear at this very moment.

SERIATE....

Did I upload any of my work on this platform? if observed, my story is far from the interest of the reader here😢 or just my pessimistic feelings?

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Thursday, 13 July 2023