MY BOSSES
Season 2

The flashback

After her words, Alexandra cried again. In front of Abama he showed how fragile his heart was now. His entire body implied would be tired that struck. And finally, Abama held Alexandra in front, like a baby koala being spoiled with its mother. He got into the car and Abama drove his car into his private apartment.

No one knows— except Rendy. About that apartment. Because Abama kept a secret where she could quiet the heat after work. Long story short, FeYier Group in recent years has sometimes experienced a sudden decline in stock prices. Although Abama can overcome it, still all the energy in his body is exhausted there.

Plus the problem with Yasie is that it always ends in a word of infinite regret. His love for Yasie was slowly run aground somewhere. So there is a saying that marry because of commitment and purpose, not necessarily because of love. Love is beautiful, but it is also rotten at one time. And you love yourself enough the remaining 50% you share for what you really need to love. But above all, Jesus longs for your love 100%.

"Where are we?" Alexandra asked, looking down. He was ashamed of everything he said.

"Sit in silence, and just get yourself ready, Alexandra." Abama answered briefly, with question marks.

Alexandra breathed a voracious breath after which she exhaled slowly. Neutralize the nervousness that now hit. The shadow of the pain Alexandra could feel. How tormented he will feel. Suddenly his mind blank. Empty and full of fear.

Without much thought, Alexandra tried to open Abama's car door. With a trembling tone he said, "I changed my mind. Let go of me Uncle. I want to go home to the hospital. Varel must be waiting for me. At least if Varel is moved later, I'll accompany."

"Uncle Abama! Ii'm sorry. I know I was late. I'm sorry." Apologies are repeated many times.

Abama remained silent with her eyes focused forward. Heedless of Alexandra's screams. His car stopped in his apartment parking lot.

Pull Alexandra's body out of her car, and squeeze the small body in the body of the car.

"Your words are very wishful, miss. Your life is clearly ruined. And, now you go! Interrupting my time." Sertak Abama's.

Alexandra wanted to run away, but she was afraid of herself. His mind asked, where is he now? Is the journey far? His legs would be scuffed if forced. Good thing if he understands the way, if not? You can die in the middle of the road.

His small footsteps ran after Abama. He hugged Abama's body from behind. "Can you show me where this is now? Or I'll borrow your phone to open the maps."

Abama grinned, "let me come upstairs. Talk over there!" Abama pulls Alexandra up.

Suddenly Alexandra's face turned to panic. "I beg you, I'm not ready. I fear. I'm a little girl, uncle." Please Alexandra.

"You think I'm stuck with your crepe body, huh? Maybe even your hole would only fit my two fingers." Sertak Abama sharp.

Alexandra's eyes were looking down. And sure enough, the fruit is still flat. There's nothing to be proud of. Just as big as a Balinese orange, nothing more.

Arriving there, Alexandra sat straight up. He was calm, but not with his eyes rolling all over. Staring at the nuances of the neat Abama apartment, with the usual decoration. Well according to the theme decoration of this apartment, dark academy. In fact, Alexandra had seen there was a guide elevator that led to the library. The top place itself.

No wonder, because the location of this apartment is in the middle of the city and is crowded with many high-class companies. So in general, this apartment is made specifically for those who have power but also need knowledge through books as well.

Abama threw away the origin of his suit, and sat opposite Alexandra. His face was very ugly and not friendly at all. Makes Alexandra repeatedly think of a way to escape from here.

"What's your real goal, Alexandra." Strictly Abama spoke with her heavy accent.

"I'm just asking for your help, to pay for my sister's hospital. I don't have any money."

"Are you not the daughter of wealthy businessman George Lonen? Don't you think now your pride and the Lonen family are at stake?" Ask Abama again.

"You can help no? If not fine. I'm gonna go." Alexandra better decide soon. The man is stubborn and has no heart.

Which Lonen family treasure? Because Alexandra herself lives without wanting to know about the Lonen company and how to control the company. Everything is kept tight. All he knew was one, his father used to have a bank debt of one billion. And the guarantee is home. It has been suggested that Alexandra did not have a home.

His life was hanging around the hospital. Since he realized until now his sister is sick. Just got some shabby shit, for him to stay for a week. Surviving the streets, trying to make it work. Bad one.

"What's the payback you're capable of, Miss Lonen?" Abama grieves in front of Alexandra.

"Living in this world if you have nothing is better not to beg others. Because, the more your pride is stepped on there."

A small sound of crying came out from Alexandra's mouth. The girl looked down, with a feeling of sadness and pain in the chest.

"Can your mouth not be spicy? I know I'm despicable now. But without me begging you now, to whom else would I ask for help?" Ask Alexandra.

"Even if your whole life is ruined?" Cut Abama.

"Even if my life is ruined." Alexandra's head is sure.

Abama took her phone, called Rendy. "You take care of the medical expenses on behalf of Varelio Lonen at Cendikiawan hospital."

Alexandra's eyes are puffed up. He got up and hugged Abama tightly. "THANK YOU, UNCLE?" said happy.

"I promise I'll return the favor to you." Alexandra.

Abama laughed so hard. "Do you think it's free, Alexandra?"

Alexandra's gaze changed, she lowered her head with an agonizing anxiety.

"What was said in the beginning is an absolute covenant."

"There'll be a waiter taking care of your clothes. You live here, with me. Until I decide again what decision you deserve. Maybe, you'll be my maid for life?"

Alexandra lowered her head. The cruel shadow of Abama oppressing him was already in the head. That man is not good, he is evil. Why did his father take the man home?. Or indeed he is a full man manipulative. And his father was lulled.

At night, the,

Abama did not return to the apartment. It's been one day that Alexandra has been here. There was a waiter there, giving Alexandra a maid suit to wear. Knowing the task, Alexandra just straight through all the things that were there. Thank goodness, because the apartment was not so stopped Abama continuously. So the dust is not so much.

In the refrigerator there are only bottles of wine, beer, Vodka and some soda drinks. There is absolutely no food. Stomach rumbling with a condition of zero rupiah. So imagine his life full of sweat for a lifetime, hard work without pay.

Alexandra was tired, and she fell asleep on the long sofa in front of the TV. Not daring his feet to step on the luxurious mattress inside the room. Know who he is.

Abama, he is now in his home. The house he lived in with Yasie—his wife. The house was the result of his own struggle. Before marrying Yasie, Abama had a permanent job. FeYier Group is in the stub in such a way. Abama's lab saves her for her future with Yasie.

Well, once, Yasie and Sandro—his father-in-law—was a big-time thief. The rotten love that is not left. Just keep his name in public and try to take back what they stole. FeYier Group confidential data. Because, until now Abama has not been able to change the data he has made two days and two nights. All his thoughts are there. And the data is proof. Evidence that Abama never plagiarized the data of other companies. Nature matters!.

Abama went into the room. Yasie who was cleaning the mattress.

"You brought a Yasie guy?" Ask Abama.

"Who else this time?" Ask Abama again.

"I'm cleaning the bed. For you to sleep to be comfortable. Your thoughts towards me are so bad Abama."

"Aren't you reflecting? That here you're the one who betrayed." Keep Yasie.

"You want to know what the reason is?" Abama walked over, looking down with a cynical look. "The hole is wide. Like every moment being torn apart by many rods. Who would want to?"

"Do you think that your hired woman is holy Abama? They are even more. And you proudly adore them. I'm your wife Abama."

"At least they are good at making money. It's not like you're draining money, Yasie. Don't you know that I work day and night for the future? Not to finance your crazy maniac. How many rods a day do you spend? A five? Ten?"

"GUARD YOUR WORDS ABAMA, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" yasie shouted in disbelief. Damn disease!.

"Then take care of yourself, Yasie. I'm really sorry to have married a la-cur woman like you!" Call Abama, and get out. He left with anger that had already pierced his heart.

His car he was driving fast, heading to a bar to rest his brain. Drink a lot, until drunk. The consciousness he had was only half. His head is dizzy.

Abama decided to go back to her apartment.

SERIATE....