MY BOSSES
What kind of feeling is this ?

It feels like it's getting wider, and bigger. Screaming and a little weird. Last night Abama put his trunk in Alexandra's hole. Has an endless uncomfortable effect.

Last night, nine o'clock. Alexandra just woke up. He cleaned and relaxed all his muscles in the warm water. Calm and fun, because there are no bullies. An hour of Alexandra soaking, until the knock of a maid made her rush out.

"Miss, here's your clothes. Food is ready downstairs, too."

"Thank you." Enter immediately using the knee-length dress that the maid gave. Lilac color with large flower decoration on the waist. The dress looks right on Alexandra's body.

Accentuate the impression of sexy as well as sweet. Combined with her pure white skin. Her plump hands combed quickly, the long hair she had. Wearing a thin powder on his face, to make it look fresh. And, lastly wear lip bam for her lips.

It felt enough, immediately Alexandra went down. His hands are long, curved with a classic feel. The walls were painted in dark chocolate, and gold. Decorative lights that are deliberately turned on even during the day. Glare, with a ubiquitous scent of cuan—Alexandra can feel it.

"Include me the chef hired by Mr. Abama. Special cook special dishes for you. Enjoy Miss."

This is strange, he is just a ja-lang that Abama paid for. But why would they treat her like a king's daughter. It doesn't feel appropriate.

"Thank you." Is there a word other than thank you?. That's all Alexandra's lips can say.

At the long and wide table there are many menus. Making a dizzy head will be greedy intentions. You can't afford to spend everything there. Spontaneous, Alexandra stroked her stomach.

"Too small to hold you all." Said, whirring.

"You need someone else who lives in your stomach Alexandra. To help you finish this whole dish." I have not come since when! He knew it was behind his back. Whispering you makes Alexandra nauseous.

"Curtain! Your talk is very high, sir."

"Is something wrong?" Ask Abama, come sit down.

"There's nothing wrong here, except lust." Alexandra replied briefly, turning her face away.

Abama laughed so hard. Mocked so in the answer Alexandra gave.

"Fraud?" Deuteronomy.

"Well what's money?" Ask back to interrupt.

"When can my father be free?" distracted by Alexandra's question.

Abama took out a tissue, cleaned her mouth of food scraps. Drink orange juice that has been served.

"Your father or your debts."

"What do you mean Abama?"

Smiling small, very small. Looks more cynical with the looks of a big-time villain.

"I mean?"

"I've been moving all along. And you are always silent. Who needs it here? Me or you?"

Clenched tightly to Alexandra's fingers under the table. So Abama's intention is he who should beg? Cowering his head under that guy's bar? Destroyed his entire body and his pride?. That sehina? God once again Alexandra asked, please answer.

***

"You go first!" Push Adit on Bara's back.

Bara stepped back, pushing Adit's back. "You go first!. You know my face is like a criminal. You are cute and funny. You better be first."

Big glares at Adit's eyes. "Want to put me in the cage of a female snake?"

"For Alexandra! Remember that! He's missing no news. House's empty. Remember Adit, he used to accompany lonely days in the hospital."

"Don't lick!"

"I don't lick, I say."

"Fuckin' shit!" Dengus Adit's.

"Come Dit! Later hunt your Mami it's riding!"

Adit snapped his head rough, staring annoyed at Bara who was only good at tongue-lightning.

"okay! You coward!" Ejek Adit's.

Tok

On knocking on the door of Mami Yuli's room. I wish he would come out and talk to her.

"What business is it?" it wasn't Mami Yuli who came out, but rather a slippery bald man, with his pretentious-looking sunglasses.

"Sorry, we're Mami Yuli's employees. Somebody wants to talk about. Mami Yulinya there and can?" Ask Adit, looking down.

Bara nudges Adit's arm, whispering, "don't duck!" Straight to Adit's head.

"Attent." Go back inside without an adverb.

"I bowed because of reflexes! The guy's huge. Overlapping, direct KO!"

"Yes I know, Dit! But self-respect!"

Adit's lips moved in a sneer, "self-worth?"

"Your self-worth is up to your mouth!"

"Alexandra knows that you have a lot of talk. Don't let him be influenced by your cool-ass attitude!"

Razzling, to make Bara turn her face away from Adit. "No" he answered, shaking his head. "There's no way I'm gonna be your mom's rich ass."

"Diddeliver!"

The door opened again, making Bara and Adit stand firmly again.

"You're welcome to talk to Mami Yuli, but it's only five minutes."

"Can we come in?" Ask Bara.

"Please."

In the room of Mami Yuli who is so dizzying, where the disco lights turn around with different colors. Bara and Adit walk towards a long sofa, where Mami Yuli is leaning against her while smoking.

"What's wrong?" asked Yuli, threw away her cigarette butt and stepped on it to put out the fire.

"There's something we want to talk about, Mi."

"You want to retreat?"

Bara and Adit immediately shook their heads violently. "Not that, Mi."

"Want to?" Ask once more.

"About our friend Alexandra who disappeared."

Yuli spontaneously laughed out loud, she held her stomach. See the innocent faces of two Alexandra friends. Women are an invitation. Invitation of obedience, can also be an invitation of blessing. Only the woman who was invited.

"Your friends don't disappear."

"Where is he now, Mi? We're worried, because Alexandra has a sister." Bara Alibi.

"You'll never know. Whoever it is doesn't know either." Looks ambiguous.

"Mii... Alexandra not—"

"Your time is up." Waving Yuli's hand made the slippery bald head come straight and drove Bara and Adit away.

"But Mi. We haven't got an answer yet. Alexandra is our only girlfriend. He's kind and sincere. Even if he disappeared from being evaded from the twisted debt, that's fine. As long as it's clear that it's in safe condition." Obviously Bara was begging Yuli.

Yuli pervertedly even opened her tight shorts. Combing the long gray hair that was just painted yesterday.

"If you don't leave immediately. Then your rod satisfies my hole tonight, dear."

Directly turn away face. Choose to give up, and walk with Adit.

"It's a good thing you're handsome and mighty. If not, I'm out of here!" Yuli's cry was blaring. Make the ear blush to resist embarrassment.

"Udah Bar, don't think about it anymore."

"From Mami Yuli's reply it was clear Alexandra was fine." Adit patted Bara's shoulder.

"The one I hate the most in this world is just one, Dit."

"Udah Bar!"

"I'm in the past."

"What I most want to turn back time is also just one."

"COB!"

"My meeting with Yuli."

"If you keep talking, mending I accept the job."

"God... Nala, does she know?"

Weakened Adit's body, shaking his head violently in response.

"Don't let him know, all this time in the same care baj1ngan."

***

A stressful breakfast at once slapped Alexandra's heart rough-heeled. After finishing his meal, Abama got up and walked out.

Alexandra exhaled, beginning to control back the complicated feelings in her heart. Hate and love, which comes first? Where will win?. Alexandra wishes to hate him. Alexandra hates Abama.

Remember Alexandra the guy's baj1ngan classy snapper. Not having a sense of loyalty and a brash boss towards his employees.

"Miss, Mr. Abama gave the order."

Suddenly blank, just about to stand and walk in the room there was already an absolute order from Abama who knew what it was.

"Miss is told to change clothes and give natural. It's been waiting for Mr. Abama in the living room."

"Where are you going?" Ask Alexandra.

The maid shook his head and even resigned. Fucking no!

It's up to go wherever bodo is very. Importantly, on other occasions, he could rebel and urge the camphor to release his father. When her father was free, Alexandra promised to stay away from Abama. Too dangerous for his heart and body.

Enough with fifteen minutes, Alexandra was out in black trousers that were not too tight, with blouse tops green tosca decorated with small white flowers. Her long hair she rolls with bun shape. His face was only polished powder and lip bam.

"Where are you going?" Alexandra asked once again right in front of Abama.

Abama was silent, he moved and headed for the car. Of course Alexandra's little legs should follow.

"Can you answer my question?"

"My mouth was born to say useful things and make money. The rest, it's just pleasantries." Long and swooping, like a serve at the start of a game.

"You asked me, of course I have to ask. Where are we going Abama?" Obstinately.

"The car is swaying or silent?"

Okay, if it's a similar threat Alexandra chose to lock her mouth tightly. The hole still felt like there was a stick. Still flaring, and hot flushed. Want to get hit? Could be getting chafed.

Alexandra and Abama stopped at a simple house. He said small, not small. He said big, not big. Luxurious? Not so. Just ordinary? Not particularly. The point is that the house is good enough to live in by the upper middle class.

The yard is spacious with nice grass like football field grass. Plus ornamental plants lined up along the terrace. Shady and comfortable. Whose house is this?

"Down." Abam's orders.

Alexandra went down. Looked at the house back. Looks quiet, there are only a few sounds of leaves rubbing against each other.

"Whose house?" Ask Alexandra. Actually it's free to talk to Abama. Too passive. Just active in bed that guy.

"Knock the door and come in. Say what comes to your head."

"Miss this suitcase, you." The voice of the driver carrying the Alexandra— suitcase is not really Alexandra's suitcase. More precisely borrowing from Abama. Or given it?.

"It's important. Please honorable man's mouth answer my question. What does all this mean?"

"Lake in." Goddamnit! I'd love Alexandra to squeeze that mouth out.

Stomped his legs, and pushed his suitcase in. Knocked on the door a few times and finally there was a sound from within. He told her to wait a minute.

The door opened, and Bi Rumi who was holding a vegetable centong and apron appeared in the doorway.

"Bi Rumi!" join Alexandra, immediately hugging Bi Rumi.

So did Bi Rumi who hugged him tightly. Crying a little as a sign of sadness. Non Alex, finally home. Come on in, Non."

"Auntie's thrilled, Non Alex and Den Varel found Mr. George's friend."

"God never sleeps. He always knew the hardships of every servant." Bi Rumi's story, with a cheerful face.

"What does Bi Rumi mean, Mr Abama?" Alexandra asked, gulping her saliva rough. Abama made it?.

"Yes Non. Non Alex not working with Mr Abama? I still ask." Bi Rumi's forehead was wrinkled confused.

Alexandra laughed a little. "No Bi, just make sure."

"Varel's still in school?"

"Yes Non, his condition has improved every day."

"Praise God, Bi."

"What kind of cooking aunt? Alexandra help ya." Bi Rumi spread her hands. "No Non. Non Alex must be tired of work these few days. Non Alex just rest fast. Let Auntie work here."

Alexandra nodded, re-hugging Bi Rumi. Immediately go into the room, and lock it tightly.

"What does Abama mean?" Mumbled confused.

SERIATE.....

Sorry I just updated. Happy reading guys💐⛅