MY BOSSES
ANNOUNCEMENT !! (SEASON TWO REVISION)

At 5 Bi Rumi arrived at Alexandra's house. As usual, it will help Alexandra cook, and clean up the house. Bi Rumi's gaze was surprised to find Abama who was sitting relaxed with her tight shirt while smoking on the terrace of Alexandra's house.

After that Alexandra's mouth hurried to explain that she was now dating Abama.

"Oh deserved it, Mr. Abama was really willing to help. Turns out... May God bless you, ladies and gentlemen."

Alexandra replied clumsily, and nodded. What blessing of God? It feels very dirty.

Varel came out of his room in a neat condition. With the ball he had scuffed in his right hand, came towards the dining table. There was Abama and Alexandra. Alexandra was busy serving Abama as a wife to her husband.

"Uncle Abama?" Varel asked, a little surprised. Still remember in his memory that he was the one who had helped him and his brother.

Then, Varel immediately approached Abama kissing the back of the man's hand. "Uncle can you be here?" Ask Varel.

"Yes of course, I'm here. I'm staying at my girlfriend's house." Answer Abama relax. Making Alexandra's eyes bulge with an angry look.

"really? I'm happy, but also a little weird. My uncle is not married at this age? How are you still dating?" Basic Varel, your brain please don't be smart. Pity Abama and Alexandra to answer.

Abama smiled and rubbed Varel's head gently. "According to Varel getting married is it just an age-chasing thing?" Ask Abama.

Varel was silent, "i don't know."

"Married is a long relationship full of commitment. Marriage does not have to be fulfilled just because of age. Falling in love is like that too. The youth I had spent on earth, it was time I began to think about where I should have a family and enjoy the fruits of my youth." Abama. Varel understands, though not all. But he nodded, just trying to become an adult man with heavy chatter.

"I hope Uncle Abama doesn't make my brother cry. And I also hope that your relationship will last until the time when God separates through death. I will pray my best for my brother."

Abama smiled, hugging Varel tightly. "You're a good man, keep your mindset. The older the man, the heavier he thought. So it's no wonder that many women say that men are too logical when they think."

"And that woman always carries too much feeling. But it's good. Being a unity, that man and woman live to complement each other."

Alexandra was relieved, she stroked her chest slowly. There was a sense of pride, when Varel was able to balance Abama's speech. There was a sense that Alexandra was unable to express when she saw Abama and Varel talking together. It feels too good. And he forgot that in reality, Abama was still a manipulative and lying man. It's bullshit! It's obvious from youth to old age he only knows holes. Fuck no!.

"Varel, let's have breakfast. And go to school! School is hard." Alexandra. Not only did Varel rise but Abama too. The old man will come. With his sturdy style, he walked towards the dining table. Sitting with a gaze did not escape Alexandra's face.

"Enough, Varel?" Alexandra asked, making sure that the rice portion was in line with Varel's stomach desire this morning.

"Add a little more, brother. Later after school until the afternoon I practice football."

"May, as long as you do not forget to drink enough water, lunch that has been prepared Bi Rumi at the meal and this is the most important, do not forget to take the medicine on time." Alexandra's advice was gentle, stroking the tip of Varel's nose at the end of her speech.

"Sister! I've grown up. Don't treat me like a child. I still want to keep this nose of mine."

"But you remain a child in my eyes. Also, your nose is too sharp. It's time to follow the other kids." Alexandra let out a small laugh, it was nice to make fun of Varel.

"No! My nose is premium quality. No one is back. Quite proud. Brother eat."

"Okay, my dear." And Alexandra sat in her chair. Take a plate, and take the rice. Enough with one centong, and Alexandra put it on her white plate.

The atmosphere of the dining table is silent, with solemnity they enjoy the dishes presented on the table.

"Ehem." Abama coughed small, with a gaze that still could not be separated from Alexandra's face. The woman is 0% sensitive. Absolutely do not understand the code of ethics that Abama has launched.

"Pick up the rice." Feeling overwhelmed, Abama finally spoke up. His voice was cold, heavy. Alexandra and Varel's attention was centered on Abama.

Alexandra's eyebrows shot up next to her, with a hard-to-understand look. Stare at each other with the same face, but different thoughts.

"You deaf?"

"You don't have hands?" At the same time they asked.

"You're not both deformed." Varel added.

"Varel will be delivered by my driver. You sit down and accompany me to eat." Abama's absolute orders, get Alexandra's ass back to touch the chair.

"You're not like lovers. But like father and son fighting." Cetus Varel, makes Abama bulge.

"The driver is waiting for you, Varel."

"I went to school. Shalom." Varel said and ran out to the car that Abama had prepared and the driver.

After a few minutes, Bi Rumi came with his shopping bag.

"Non Alex's. Auntie let her go to the market first." Pamit BI Rumi, made Alexandra immediately smile a little full of relief.

"Alex—"

"I added the money, Bi. Count me eating here." Cut Abama, removing the red-red from the bag of his pants amounting to five pieces.

"Okay, Mr. Abama. Auntie said yes, Non."

Now, they're just the two at home. Silent nan, making the situation really akward. Then Alexandra walked towards the kitchen for a little chat. I don't know, it feels too nervous and confusing.

"Alexandra, I told you to put rice and side dishes on my plate. But you ran into the kitchen?" His voice boomed, full of space.

"Do you want to make your kitchen a mess full of mucus and white liquid? If that's what you want, set up an outsmart position on that kitchen table." Abama continued strongly with her wet husky voice.

Alexandra stiffened, then turned around with an annoyed look. "You're threatening me, Abama? You're a threat!"

"If you do, I won't threaten you. Unfortunately you're a wild girl I haven't tamed."

"Ba-dang." Dengus Alexandra's. And walk towards Abama. Put three rice pitchers with many side dishes on Abama's plate.

"You think I'm a coolie?" Abama asked, seeing how brutally Alexandra put everything on the dining table onto her plate.

"Who said you were a coolie, sir? You're the hole genjot." Alexandra whispered near Abama's ear.

Abama gave a small smile, then pulled Alexandra's body into her lap. Inhaling the scent of Alexandra's hair. Vanilla mixed with classic aroma. Calm and dive directly. The smell of a person is like being himself. Alexandra was calm, making calm as well as comfortable.

With her beautiful face and makeup body becomes a quiet point for every eye to see. Classic with a strange and sometimes rushed mindset. The woman's gaze was only one, at her destination at the time. Whatever he will do just to achieve the goal. It is a pity that Alexandra forgot one thing that every problem has a period of purpose.

You think God is sleeping? He also grieved to look at his servant who was in the midst of deliberating the disaster of fate that had been outlined. Either the fate that happens will be a mistake to choose or indeed the destiny that he has to live. And God sees you to the point of trying, without fear of being caught up in poverty and the dissatisfaction of lust. The choice of life is in the hands of every servant. And every servant should be aware that living in this world is an absolute command to reach heaven.

"Your little mouth is not only agile, but also smart to talk." Bisik Abama slowly.

His body returned he stood up. They're getting deeper into Alexandra's body. "Buet me, baby. My hand this morning can only hold you."

"Crocodiles in the morning are very active, yes." Alexandra's chirps made Abama laugh.

*****

Abama leaves when she gets a call from her secretary, Erick. He seemed to be hurrying, in a hurry. Alexandra looked at him only briefly, as if she did not care about Abama's business. It was in her own heart that Alexandra was alluding to her. How stupid and brainy he thinks. There will be times when he and Abama are at their worst.

What kind of life is Alexandra running right now? This rotten life full of sin when will it end? Alexandra was eager to scream full of her remaining energy.

But he recalled a dark memory. A tangled film that had long been stored neatly in his brain cells was now starting to spin back. And as long as you know, that's what started Alexandra to plunge into the world of obedience. A speech with a blank look, and without a second thought. Results, as now.

To be a mistress, his own boss.

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