MY BOSSES
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The door opened, displaying the dashing shadow of Abama filling the door. Alexandra's head looked up, staring at Abama. My eyes, fear and shame. How not to be ashamed? Not had a shower since morning. And, her whole body was full of the smell of their romance last night.

"Free my father, Abama." His voice seemed to rule. Abama just kept quiet, she was busy tidying up her room.

Change the bedsheets, flick the pillows, and lastly wash Alexandra's food scraps.

"Have I officially become your slave?"

"Am I getting insulted, Abama?"

Little chuckle Alexandra, leaning her face upwards to stem her own tears. Too sick!. Only for their safety, their happiness. Alexandra gave up everything she had.

If only her heart was rotten, it had been a long time since Alexandra had relieved herself of such a huge responsibility. His heart was not that bad, there was still a glimmer of responsibility. Although his own happiness is at stake.

Suddenly Alexandra's body was shaken. Makes her spontaneously embrace the burly body of Abama. Staring at close range the handsome face of Abama, the fragrance of the man's perfume. It stuck close to his smelly body.

"Where are you going?" Ask Alexandra a few times. Not expecting to be answered. And his guess was right, Abama remained silent.

"I'm ashamed!" Seriously Alexandra, holding the doorknob. There must be a lot of people outside.

"Bar close." Short, solid and clear. Alexandra's hand came off, allowing Abama to continue her steps.

"Abama I'm not going to run. It was a deal last night, wasn't it? So, let me go. I gotta go home. Varel must have been looking for me."

"If your mouth does not speak to me. Please use sign language. Don't make me such a fool."

"This morning I cut off people's heads." Enough information and a threat. Alexandra's mouth was tightly locked. He must not forget that Abama is his cruel Boss.

***

"You know where Alexandra is?" Ask Adit and Bara simultaneously. Bar Walch is closed, they can relax from sunrise until it sinks.

"If our questions are the same, then we both don't know where Alex is." Adit said, rubbing his head that does not itch.

"Try home?" Tawar Bara gave me an idea.

"Good idea! Come to his house now." Luckily Adit already knew where Alexandra was signing.

Up there, the house was deserted. And there's a big sign that the house was contracted out, and it's got the owner's number. No one, only the wind. It's been proven that Alexandra disappeared last night. That fast, he moved. Unannounced on Bara and Adit— his coworkers.

"What not-don't Alex—"

"Can't be! If it's like you have in mind, there must be Varel. And these? Empty."

"Yes, where is Alexandra now? He didn't run, did he, Bar? You know for yourself from the story a few days ago."

"Is he looking for his father?" Guess Bara, the more dizzy.

"No! The one lying here looks like Mami Yuli!"

Bara's mouth gaping, and pointing at Adit. "Why are we so stupid! Yuli's mouth can't be trusted."

"Let's go find Alexandra! Afraid of me if she falls in the same hole as me."

"If we are right. Yuli's outrageous!"

"You want to break his head, Bar?" Ask Adit.

Shake up, "yes no. Will be unemployed."

"Wrong! More like a prisoner!"

"Damn you Dit!"

****

Albarracin, Spain.

Albarracin is a city with perfect views of Teruel, located in Aragon. Between the 12th and 14th centuries, Albarracin was a thriving city named after a Moorish leader. Today, much of the early architecture remains, including Albarracin Cathedral and most of the city walls.

The small town in Spain is not so much in the legs of humans. Evident from the lack of existing buildings. There are still many villages and mountains that become objective nuances of the audience. The city's pink buildings are built right into the natural landscape of the canyon, making this one of the most amazing destinations that will instantly take you to the past.

Calm and washed away, that's the picture of Albarracin.

There are only a few residents who live in the city of the nuances of the past. The forest is still fertile, becoming one of its characteristics.

Behind the beautiful city of Albarracin, this place is hell for a George Lonen. The place where he was sealed and tortured every day. The collapse of the name was right in this classic nuance city.

"Sunor." It is a Spanish word meaning sir.

"There's something I want to say. But sorry, Senor this place is not suitable for our discussion." Because he knew very well this was the room of his late wife, Senora Barhelia.

Sacred, pure and full of incense. Harsh warning not to talk, act dirty in this room.

"Wait for me in the study." Replied Thelio, still coolly stroking photos of Barhelia.

If you imagine, Barhelia photo when smiling sweetly with a round hat beautiful beach background. You are wrong, the photo that Thelio realized every time was a photo where Barhelia-style riding with red patches filled her body. His vitals seemed to be flushed, flushed, wet. His face that seemed to hold passion, as well as torment.

For the eyes of anyone who sees the photo other than Senor Thelio then say thank you to your eyes immediately. Before being poked directly by Thelio.

Thelio's house is in a hallway. Confusing, with glossy dark paint. Complex home design as complex as the person.

Arriving at his study, Thelio sat widening his thighs. Flat facial expression, without a smile. It looks scary at once. Make whose head bow.

"I found an attempted breach of the security of your home's CCTV, Senor."

"Who?" Tanya Thelio, gritted her teeth.

"Sorry, Senor I don't know for sure. But the location is in Jakarta, Indonesia."

"Make sure they don't record my conversation with that rotten rod."

"Good Senor."

Stand up Thelio, leave his study. Walk towards the basement. It looks like a prison, but it's more horrible. Where the reason is the wet red soil, the smell of rotten smell is so noticeable, and the high-low pitched sounds are swirled randomly every time.

Open the iron door, and laugh out loud. Staring at a sitting George Lonen with a blank look. Like there is no life.

"That's how I feel, George! Empty and empty!"

George gave a small smile, glanced at Thelio at a glance then focused on looking ahead again. "What you feel is crazy. What I feel is being made crazy. Understand my words, you idiot!"

"You're out of work. Man does not send his brain."

"Once again you're talking nonsense, I'm ripping your lips off George!"

"Just tear. I'm not afraid of blood, I'm not afraid of dying."

"YOU'RE THELIO'S BASTARD! YOU PUNISHED ME FOR MY PURITY TO HELP BARHELIA!" George shouted loudly, until it blared into the entire room.

"You didn't help him! He doesn't need anyone's help but me! You ruined my household with my beloved Barhelia, George! You destroyed him!"

"You ask who destroyed it? Are not your own two hands? Clearly you chopped Barhelia's body on a drowning cruise!"

Thelio was silent, glaring sharply at George Lonen. Glared at his eyes, with tears coming out on their own. It was like regretting a mistake. But in an instant, his expression changed. He laughed loudly and took the iron whip.

Whipping George's whole body that's been eaten for ages. George's mouth was silent without shouting. Swallowing the pain she felt. Holding back how tormented his mind was.

"SHOUT, FOOL!!"

"If I yell. That's in your favor, Thelio. You think I've been dumb after you've been locked up all this time?" George's cynical ejek.

****

Alexandra's entire face flushed red, the more she held her embrace on Abama's burly shoulder. Glancing at how many bodyguards were behind, it was as if they were carrying heirlooms from the state palace. While in front, many maids were looking down to pay their respects to Abama.

"You want to fight with your wife?" Alexandra whispered. Abama took her home? Just be prepared there will be a great war between a legitimate wife and a mistress.

"I still love my wife." Sufficient answer slapped Alexandra's heart.

Love really is a fucking badebah. Enter without permission and stay as good as he can. Don't you know that a woman's heart is so old?.

"Down me!" Seriously Alexandra, start moving. Abama's body is like a kingkong! Very large and veined. Can't Alexandra imagine Abama's ugly trunk coming in and out of her tiny hole. Quickly, the more the day sagged down.

Kick the bedroom door, and close it with fingerprints. Enter the open-plan bathroom. So, when bathing this body will be a spectacle. The owner was crazy, especially the room.

The bathtub is fully filled, the foam has filled the tub. The smell of citrus is so dominant. It is a distinctive aroma of an Abama.

Slowly Abama's hand lowered Alexandra's body. Put it slowly into the tub, until out-of-water.

Relax, and calm down! Like the whole muscles of Alexandra's body apart from the tension. Closing his eyes slowly, enjoying the warmth of the water plus the tempting citrus aroma.

SERIATE....

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