MY BOSSES
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Abama went into her apartment. Sit for a while sucking on his favorite cigar. Watching Yasie's men's peeping action. For a long time, Abama knew that Yasie was a stalker. And all this time he's just been tricking that guy. No. Abama find out who, that cloth-masked man. Bodoamat, what's the business? As long as it doesn't matter, Abama let it. But if it made him wretched, then he was obliged to die.

For about an hour, and as many as four cigars were used up in the suction of Abama. The man just left. Abama exited the apartment, using another car. The car is a lot, every day can be changed. And again, Abama's car plates are just as many. Whenever it can be installed and disposed of. Of course there are insiders. Do not ask how many rupiah, which is 1000x your wealth.

Drove his car at a speed heading to Alexandra's house. This time more relaxed, enjoy the feel of the city at night with a lot of scenery. One of them, about the density of urban traffic. And a lot of money-seeking action in various ways.

Sexy women roam a lot. Not just women, men too. They were crushed by life, and fled. For this reason, never run away from misfortune. God gave you great grace, with misfortune. So enjoy the disaster, the truth is that God never sleeps even though you are asleep. He sent down the disaster, with his pleasure.

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"Sister..." Call Varel. He approached Alexandra who was sitting in front of the laptop.

Soon Alexandra turned her head and turned off her laptop. Focus on Varel, who seems to want to talk about something.

"Our father's name is George Lonen, isn't it? Surnamed Lonen, just like me and brother." From here, Alexandra began to understand. It was impossible if Varel did not know, the video was widely spread on social media. Where all eyes can see and see.

"Tell Varel." Answer Alexandra as it were.

Varel stared at Alexandra with teary eyes, implied to longing and yawning sadness. "I still have a father, brother?" Varel's question, so deep.

"Yes Varel. However, the case is still under investigation. Pray, may all be well. If so, I'm still alive. If not, then our job is to pray."

"I always pray for my father, mother and sister. I just feel sad about my helplessness right now. Why am I not growing up so fast? I want to help Glen Johnson find a father. I want to get Thelio, to be ensnared in a fair punishment."

"You know Varel?" Ask Alexandra. Varel nodded quickly. "Yes, I know everything. If only I didn't know, I would have stayed silent at any moment. Isn't it?"

"Sorry Varel. Not that I want to hide this all to you. I thought that you weren't yet, bearing this heavy weight. Your job is one, study until you can achieve your dreams and goals." Said Alexandra, stroking the mane of Varel's hair. In his heart was too many words, that enough of him who sacrificed all-out. He was the only one who was hurt so badly. Varel, don't.

Alexandra prayer, may Varel lead a good and normal life. Choose his way of life without restraint. Loved sincerely, so that one can love others in the future. It's okay if the reply wasn't for Alexandra. At least, Varel—adiknya, grew up well full of education, affection, and eligibility.

"SISTER!!" sertak Varel, hard.

"Don't make me a burden on your life. If you're hard, I'm hard too. You're happy, I'm happy too. All this time, I've sacrificed a lot of time just for me. You have your own life too, brother. I've been almost 12 years! I already know." Varel.

Alexandra nodded, "you're so fast that Varel's adult. All right, I'll obey."

"And I'm happy now. You should be happy too."

"You're happy, because of Uncle Abama? I'm happy with him, I like his thoughts. When I talked to him, I had a lot of knowledge that I absorbed."

Alexandra nodded doubtfully, and smiled. He kissed Varel's forehead long. "Learn, then sleep. It's already night time. You have to keep your health, Varel. The medicine also do not forget to drink."

"Okay sister, I'll obey brother. You should be happy." Order Varel and go back inside his room.

"Yes! I'll be happy, Varel!" Reply Alexandra. For a moment, tears came out of his eyes. Soon he rubbed it rough. And re-opened the laptop.

Read up on where the case unfolded on social media. Recently came a new video, about the torture of George Lonen. Alexandra play that video. His ears were buzzing, with his heart beating so fast. His father was severely tortured by Thelio.

The question now arises. Why did Thelio torture his father? It is impossible if not for the reason that. There must be a reason why this happened. Fearing, George Lonen himself made trouble to make the stranger angry and vengeful. But as far as Alexandra knew, her father was firm, hard and fierce. Still, he's a good and honest man. Love without showing love.

"Close laptop. The day after we leave for Albarracin." Abama said, go into Alexandra's room. Without greetings or greetings.

"Aren't there two more days?" Ask Alexandra, remembering.

"In the retreat, one day. Because your passport is only two days away. You also have to prepare whatever you want to bring." Abama lay down, on Alexandra's bed.

Alexandra stood up, looking at Abama. "Say, Abama. What made you take me to Albarracin?" Ask Alexandra.

"You asked me my purpose Alexandra? What do you want answers to your questions? Even if I explain it well, in your brain it's just a bad thing about me, right?" That question Abama repeated into a question for Alexandra herself.

"Manipulative." Alexandra's fizzle, sit back facing the laptop.

"I'm taking you around Albarracin, as well as to check on Geroge Lonen's condition in person. This ambush must be done carefully. Not to arouse anyone's suspicion. I'll take you with excuses, my mistress." The end of the word is quite swooping, until it makes Alexandra's chest heavy. The truth just keeps slapping him. As if it was suffocating to stay conscious.

"All right." Said Alexandra, closing her eyes.

"Close your laptop, honey. I'm here, and I appreciate my existence."

"You want a rough, or smooth way?" Ask Abama.

Alexandra got up, and walked towards Abama who was already sleeping on the bed.

*****

Thelio slammed all the stuff in his study. Stare full of giddy video that spins millions of times it.

"MIERDA!!!!!" Bumpat Thelio, take a computer that has a table and then throw it from the top of the window of the building as high as 500 meters. Bounced on the pieces of the computer.

Thelio's anger boiled with veins formed in his burly hand.

"Senor, calma. Everything can be overcome. Do not rebel by making a sound. Mr. Alfeet's been warning us."

"Gwen, how can I calm down? You know clearly that video is the new video! With the sound of torture I've been doing for quite a while. The masterminds of this are all more cunning than I thought. Even boldly edit the video and spread it to the Maya world."

"Senor. I think they are just provoking your anger. They know that your strength is enough just to silence. Calma, Senor. Don't be rash."

"What about your investigation? You can only calm me down with those idiotic words. But now the condition is urgent. The group's clovelia could ruin its reputation if this keeps happening."

"I've got the location, Senor. But here I had a hard time finding the identity that Glen Johnson's background was."

"He's not an ordinary person. Stock prices in Selovelia are falling. You also quickly moved to meet the owners of FeYier Group. I killed the bait, to divert the matter." Tell Thelio, open the fire batter and burn the tip of the cigar.

"Good, Senor. I'll do it soon." Flipping Gwen said, as a sign of respect for Thelio.

"I forgot something." Hiss Thelio, get up and look at the expanse of Albarracin city that looks so classic with ancient buildings. The building is deliberately in defense as a joy of ancestral heritage.

"Why don't we just take the case to the international court? Let Glen Johnson appear right in front of me with his support. From there, it appears that the enemy will appear."

"We don't have to bother looking and it costs a lot." Thelio.

"Senor, this is too dangerous. Your safety will be a big question. Plus, what's feared is when it's all exposed on the surface. Mr. Alfeet will be dragged along, not only that the Selovelia Group will be on the verge of actual destruction. The punishment you get can be even more severe, even the law of death." Gwen spoke in a worried tone.

"It's not like that Gwen. Enter a report on a false allegation. Just re-edit their videos, make it look like Glen Johnson wants to find face and fame again. Change public opinion."

"For George Lonen, hide him well. Don't torture him first. If it needs injuries it should heal."

"So find someone who can hypnotize. Just make George Lonen a fake piece of evidence. Make it look as if I'm the one who saved George Lonen from the ugliness of this mastermind!" Thelio squeezed his cigar, then he threw away the origin.

Gwen gulped her saliva, quite dangerous. Because what Thelio did was full of lies.

"Good, Senor. I'll do it."

SERIATE....