MY BOSSES
petty lie

Alexandra's phone went missing somewhere. Make him buy a cell phone again, with money given by Abama. The phone was very important, as Alexandra had to contact Rose, Adit and Bara. His friends must be confused looking for him. Plus his house has moved in, no longer contracting.

Such a quick life reversed Alexandra's social status in society. They don't know if what Alexandra got, it came from her body. Her deadly beautiful parasites. Beautiful is a wound, because disaster often comes because of the appearance.

For money, and money. Just don't go back to the pure sacred problem. Because here again we talk about reality.

After buying the phone, Alexandra immediately entered the number Rose— who had given her a business card at the time. For Bara and Adit, maybe later tonight you can go to the bar.

Rose immediately asked Alexandra to meet at her shop. And, this is where Alexandra is. At the fragrant flower shop with Rose.

"Where have you been?"

"Can't be contacted. Cellphone off. Your contract is empty. Lost without a trace. I'm afraid! I think you're angry because I borrowed money I didn't give you. But there really isn't any Lex. If I help you. I'm distraught myself, anxious and scared because our friendship money problems are fractured." Oceh Rose was angry.

Holding Alexandra's hand, and looking at her deeply. "Sorry, I can't help you much."

Alexandra nodded with a small smile. "It's not your fault. I disappeared for a reason, Rose."

"Come tell! I'm already curious. Every day I wonder where you are."

"You're exaggerating. I just disappeared for three days less. It's been so fucked up."

"How not to get excited? You leave after you tell me about your problem. Your face was gloomy, there were no bright clouds above your head."

"I'm not actually going. It's just, there was a friend of my father's who came to offer kindness."

"meaning? Good to offer." Dumel Rose is still in fashion upset at Alexandra. But also curious.

"That's term. My father used to help her. It continues like a return of gratitude. He told me to move, gave me a job with enough salary to meet my needs with Varel. And, when I left, I was busy taking care of the files and working." Alexandra's story, in part, is just lacking in detail. Making anyone who hears will catch on well.

"Praise God. There's a run."

"Yes Rose. And I actually want to give this letter to you." Alexandra pushed the chocolate-enveloped letter towards Rose.

Rose smiled, "yes Lex, congratulations. Come along happy to hear it. But after this we're still friends, right?"

"certain. I thank you very much, Rose. Wanna take me to work at that time."

"Yes Lex. Good luck."

****

Notifications appeared on his cell phone screen, from Mr. Abama. It says she won't disturb Alexandra's deep sleep tonight. Sweet, curvy smile, Alexandra present. The quiet night has finally arrived, quality sleep is coming soon.

At once Alexandra recalled that Adit and Bara had not yet gained any certainty about her disappearance. It turned out to be eight in the evening, making him immediately rush to Bar Walch.

"Where are you going?" Ask Varel who is studying in front of the TV.

"Varel later if the door is in the lock, unplug yes. Brother wants a little business. Not long for." Alexandra's Message to Varel.

Varel nodded, making Alexandra's heart relieved. Not so many questions from the boy. Maybe it was his mind to focus on learning. Chasing the material left behind during her illness.

"Oh yeah, what time do you come home? Time to control."

"Maybe 3 o'clock has arrived. I'm off football practice tomorrow too."

"Okay, I made an appointment with the doctor at set.4 aja."

"Yes, brother."

Heading to Bar Walch, Alexandra chose to take a taxi. His account is full of money. Abama is not responsible in giving him money. As he thought, he asked, will he be forever dependent on Abama?. Without Abama, his life would be thrown like that?.

The taxi stopped in front of Bar Walch. This clock is not too crowded. But, if it's ten o'clock and up. The people who came were already like zombies.

Soon Alexandra went in to meet Bara and Adit. From a distance, Bara was busy making drinks. Shake it in a masculine style, pouring it on a tall glass. And get caught up in those drinks. Ready to eat at that time. Alexandra smiled, remembering herself at that moment.

Walk snuggled so Bara doesn't know. Patting his shoulders slowly. Bara turned his head, with eyes glaring in surprise.

"Alexandra?"

"Alex?" Repeat twice.

Alexandra nodded. Making Bara immediately put back the whiskey bottle that he was about to mix into the pantry table. Holding Alexandra's hand away from the bar crowd.

"You wait here first. I called Adit. At 10 we all talked. I'll drink first." Bara's message, made Alexandra nod with anxiety.

"If it's more than that hour, I'll go home." Bara nods, she knows for sure Alexandra only permits briefly with Varel.

****

Tangled. Feel full and begin to satiate his own feelings. The words of Mr. Erial who struck his heart. Love huh? Is love really that pure? Abama is not sure.

All right let's tell a story. In order not to be confused and worried about why, Abama is so bang-sat in your eyes.

Yasie is Sandro's biological son, a small businessman who wants to be victorious. Wanting big, of course, must try extra. But Sandro uses his crafty ways, taking advantage of Abama's growing company. Sandro threatens to destroy Abama's growing company with the weapons he has stolen. Namely, confidential data belonging to FeYier Group.

Data is very important. Where all the contents are the hard work of Abama and all his employees. Plus at that time, the FeYier Group was just a grain of dust compared to the Lonen Group.

Sandro's threat was not playful, even he was not afraid if he had to be taken to the legal path. Because, Abama himself contributed to provide his own company data to Sandro. Through the figure of Yasie.

Yes, Yasie was Abama's lover. Abama's beloved is more than anything. Even Abama had promised before God that Yasie was the woman who would accompany him for life.

It's bullshit! Now, that speech is just a joke. Rotten scum.

It was so boiling, it was so painful. Only for a moment, because Abama realized that love will forever continue to be useless nonsense. Like his father and mother who go on their own path, leaving Abama to fend for herself.

Alexandra's life began when she visited George Lonen's house. Ask Mr. George for help.

George at the time did not respond well to Abama. But, with the ability he showed, George is convinced that Abama deserves the support of the Group Lonen.

The gaze of his silent eyes, and the calm Alexandra after college. He glanced at Abama, then looked down again. George initially did not admit that he was right. Because, it is important for George to protect his entire family from the target of his competitors.

Honestly, since then there has been an invisible pounding on Abama's chest. Thumping, with great as if he had returned to know love. She knew she was going to marry Yasie. Abama loves Yasie. Although he also knows, Sandro—-in-law only targets wealth and cooperation with FeYier Group.

Abama and Yasie's marriage was hell. Will only unite while in bed, and start looking for his own pleasure afterwards. They only come when they need. Love in youth is scorched when a sacred promise is said on the altar.

There is nothingness and silence. Marriage is not only related to the relationship of husband and wife, but also a long chat for life. Warmth when tired comes, and a hug to fade the neck of the world.

The memory again flashed in Abama's brain. He held his head dizzy. Sipping a red wine greedily. Not to get drunk, just want to drink it.

Abama opens the door to her room with Yasie. It is clean, broad and warm. But at the core is just a big bed to wrestle out their liquid waste. Is it only Abama who cheated? Sure didn't. Abama will not start this all, without knowing that Yasie is a reliable player. The hole is much bigger than that of the cute and cute Alexandra. Oh, being a comparison?.

On the big bed, Yasie was already straddling with a position exposed full of chunks of peach fruit. With a spaghetti strap wrapped around the middle of the hemisphere. Smooth clean like baby skin.

Inverted Yasie's body. Staring at the hungry Abama with sexual movements approached Abama with a crawl path.

Abama spat, right next to him. Absolutely disgusting, and disgraceful. Do low ja-lang. The memory of Alexandra's face flashed back in her head. Can't you stop remembering Alexandra? He was the same, a pela-cur like Yasie.

Abama approached, raised Yasie's body and held Yasie in front. Like a koala baby hugging its mother.

SERIATE.....