MY BOSSES
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Everything is well organized. Alexandra explains to Varel that she will be joining Abama for business abroad. Indeed, not Alexandra said that she would go to Albarracin for George Lonen. Thankfully, Varel believed in that.

The journey to Albarracin is quite time consuming, for approximately two days. Where they will transit twice, in DOH and MAD. Abama did not use his private plane. He used an economy-class plane to fool Yasie's surveillance. Abama's departure coincided with the business trip of Erial Agriel Exanta Putra. It was planned so maturely. Where will Mr. Erial see how much Abama loves him with Alexandra.

On the way, several times Glen Johnson called with concern. Thelio was moving very fast. Already can Abama prediction, it is impossible if a person like Thelio just silence in the stampede of his opponent.

"You're calm, Glen. Look for someone who is able to distinguish the original video and edits. Enter the file for appeal in court. With a plea that you're just doing your job as a case-fuser, and upholding justice. Have your men over there, send me a video of Thelio moving George Lonen. Don't let us lose track of George Lonen." Abama said by phone. Glanced at Alexandra who was sleeping soundly on her shoulder.

"You're crazy!! You are as crazy as Thelio!! Bang-sats!! My life's ragged here." Enslave Glen's anger.

"You according. Otherwise, you'll rot in jail. Don't bother me yet."

"Run what I told you. Not much ba-cot!" Abama. Shut down the phone.

Abama put his phone back. Take Alexandra's head for her brief kiss. Then Abama began to close her eyes. Their journey is still long, plus transit several times. Using a regular plane is exhausting.

****

Two days, time passed that fast. Abama and Alexandra land seamlessly at VLC airport, Valencia AirportSpain, 131 km away. They went straight to a famous hotel, Bouldering. Albarracin is also known as the "Spanish Fontainebleau." Sandstone paradise, located near Teruel in the middle of Madrid, Barcelona and Valencia.

"Buenas tardes, seonor and senorita. Dejame ayudarte a cargar tus cosas." warm greeting from the suitcase bearer.

"Graci." Say Abama, thank you. Alexandra was only able to remain silent. In Spanish? He has not been able to fully control. Only know a few, one of them Gracias which means thank you. Senor, senorita which means sir, Miss. Just the way. Really suck.

"You can learn Spanish quickly." Abama said, knowing what Alexandra was thinking.

"How is it?"

"Please first, Alexandra." Answer Abama. Making Alexandra shut up and preferring to ignore the rancid old man.

"You angry?" Abama asked, peeping at Alexandra's forehead. Embracing the waist of a friendly woman.

"For what? Angry is free. I beg you, you insist. In the end I'm the one you blame."

Abama gave a small smile, stopped her steps and kissed in Alexandra's lips for a moment. "In addition we will investigate internal matters. We also have a few days of vacation here. Then enjoy all of Alexandra. It's just me and you."

"Smile. Don't be like a kid sulking for ice cream."

"Or do you really want to go get some ice cream, honey? I have."

"Silence Abama! I'mtired. And I don't want ice cream." Grunts Alexandra, turning her face shy. What the hell is this guy, why suddenly become chatty and a lot of dreadlocks.

"All right." Abama kissed back Alexandra's forehead, long enough.

At first glance they are like a romantic and affectionate couple.

In the hotel lobby, Erial sat reading a magazine. With a typical black coffee Albarracin, enjoy the scenery after the scenery.

"Ree, talk." Erial's Order.

"Bad Sir. His wife, Yasie, was a ja-lang. Abama loved Yasie from the beginning, only she threw herself away. For the matter between George Lonen and Abama, it's a matter of business agreement. Where George used to help Abama on the condition that Abama should take good care of her daughter."

"Alexandra Lonen is George Lonen's favorite child. For Alexandra is the child she got from the woman she loved so much. She even dimmed when she found out that Baherlia was pregnant with Varelio Lonen. George Lonen realized early on, that someday Thelio would be after him. But it was not terbesit in his head that Thelio would attack him on a cruise ship that was nothing but equipped with tight guard." Obviously Ree.

"Urus all. I'm willing to provide strength support for Abama. However, make sure that you don't leave a trace." Erial said, staring at Abama and Alexandra. Smiling faintly, "the flow of love is unique. Ends poop or blow."

"I didn't help her because she showed me that false affection for Alexandra. I helped her because I wanted to help Alexandra get out of the smelly mud." Erial.

"Okay sir, I understand."

"You took care of my flight back to Indonesia. I've missed Mery, Donan, Aksera, Aksara and Angkara." Erial got up but he stayed back.

"Remand the bodyguard to watch over Abama. Just make it look like I'm still watching him."

"Execute Master." Bowing Ree, saluting Erial.

****

"Done all the stuff, and change your clothes. Wear thin clothes, because the air here is hot. Don't forget the hat either." Abama's orders, to Alexandra.

Alexandra nodded, this was their first day of sightseeing to the city of Albarracin. It was like being in the middle ages. The building is dominated by small buildings, neatly arranged bricks, and cool hot air that comes together. Across there, enter a little towards the big city there is the city of Madrid, Barcelona. Want to taste also tasting to the famous cities of Spain. However, once again Alexandra had to realize that she was just hitchhiking.

Somehow, it is still unclear Abama's purpose to bring him this far. Is it true, Abama will save his father? Alexandra continued to follow the news on social media, about the torture and conspiracy of international political life. George Lonen is still alive.

This time Alexandra wore a clean white dress, with a spaghetti strap, and a large beach cap attached to her head. Her hair was long braids, with small clasps in the shape of a Daisy flower. His legs came down, wading up the stairs. While under Abama lyric—in—ful attention on Alexandra.

"Come here, baby." Abama. His voice softened, as if they were really lovers who were mingling in the city of Albarracin.

Alexandra walked towards Abama.

Abama gently pulled Alexandra's little hand, sitting on her lap. While fixing Alexandra's hair braids.

That big burly hand she draped around Alexandra's slender waist.

"Actually I don't know anything about Albarracin."

"Do you want to go to Madrid?" Abama asked, staring fixedly at Alexandra's ayu face.

Bizarre, "not. My words gave you a code that I would just obey. I don't know anything. So you can take me anywhere. Just adjust to my outfit this time." Alexandra.

Abama smiled, she took Alexandra into her arms. Hugged her tightly, and placed her burly hand on Alexandra's tiny waist. Smelling for a moment the distinctive scent of Alexandra's body, through Alexandra's neck.

"In Albarracin, there is only a view of the old city in the middle of the century, or a natural reserve with its own charm."

"Where? No, what's the name of the place?" Ask Alexandra.

"Pinares del Rodeno, Murallas de Albarracin, Camino natural del rio Guadalaviar and plaza major"

Alexandra looked at Abama, with a hard look to understand. What did that man say? Like a magic spell that inexplicably sounded like baby babble in her ear. Not at all clear.

Abama laughed, looking at Alexandra's cute expression. Where the round eyes open wider, with a small open mouth. His forehead was wrinkled, indicating he was confused. Immediately Abama kisses, uh no, smearing Alexandra's lips. Swapped her saliva for Alexandra, and ended up making the woman's lipstick fall apart.

"ABAMA!" alexandra shouted in annoyance. "So no?" Ask.

"So, come. Long time here, not so I take you for a walk." Abama took Alexandra's hand, out of the hotel.

Seen from afar, both look friendly. A couple on their honeymoon.

The nuances of the place visited by Abama is nature, where there are still many trees, flowing water and cool air become friends. Hustle and bustle of the city, looks rare. Because it's not the center of other people's vision. Most of them when they go to Spain, only able to fixate on big cities, such as Madrid, Barcelona. Do not just know the beauty of the country of Spain is in the feel of its magnificent buildings in the past.

Albarracin includes being part of the city in the country, which retains its natural feel as well as its classic buildings.

There, Alexandra and Abama take pictures in many styles. The boundary between the two is also broken. Abama's attitude is warmer, as well as a lot of love, though a little perverted. Plus the spoiled but also timid Alexandra. His cheeks flushed several times, either sunburn or indeed a super flutter from Abama.

"You like her Alexandra?" Ask Abama. They are in the middle of a tallest building, where the balcony is a favorite place to enjoy the cool hot air of Albarracin.

Alexandra nodded, "when did you release my father, Abama?" Ask Alexandra, back.

He twisted his body, becoming face to face with Abama. Right in the chest of his field, then he looked up. To be able to see the handsome face of the man.

"Yesterday Varel asked. The boy knew a lot of things. His great expectations are incredible. He wants his father back. It's just natural, isn't it? He's dad's favorite son, realize it first."

Abama bowed her head, "don't you want George Lonen safe, Alexandra? If that's what you want, I'll stop this whole plan."

Shaking, a very strong ring. His head lowered, not daring to say a word, which he had been a long-time sniff. Questions and answers that are close in distance, but cannot be solved by logic.

"I love, and I love my father, Abama. But, on the other side. Why does he differentiate between me and Varel? The difference is so far." Alexandra asked with a plain face.

Abama gave a small smile, lifted up Alexandra's body and led her to walk towards the long sofa on the balcony.

Stare at Alexandra like a child, rubbing her back slowly. "A man has his own way of looking after his jewel, Alexandra. Some are guarded openly, some are kept cunningly, and some are guarded secretly. It's all in control, based on reason."

"Your mind is not narrow. After I freed George Lonen. You ask her everything you want to ask her. Ask him to be honest." Abama.

"I'm scared." Alexandra acknowledged.

"Why?"

"My father is very fierce, Abama."

"Oh yeah?"

Nodding fast. "Better me or your father?" What kind of question is this?.

"Of course my father is the most beautiful man I've ever met!" Alexandra replied quickly.

Abama laughed again, she stuck her head between Alexandra's cleavage. Inhaling again and again Alexandra's opiate scent.

"It's time for Alexandra's lunch. Let's go downstairs." Abama said after seeing the clock in his hand.

"I'm lazy to eat." Lirih Alexandra, glanced briefly at Abama.

"You just ate a small piece of dry bread this morning. In the absence of fiber, vitamins, protein, fat and carbohydrates that meet. I like curvaceous women. So let's eat." Sayu Abama, who is very very honest at the end of the sentence.

"Yes already!" Urge Alexandra to stand up, grieving a little. He's been overcome by the sweetness of Abama's chocolate and the guy's a pretentious idiot.

Abama smiled, then continued laughing. Carrying Alexandra's body in bridal style towards a large bed.

"I understand, of course, honey. My wand has been upright ever since close to you. I hold it, and I hold it. Not wanting to make you sulk, and tormented to be near me. But now you are asking. Whatever it is, I'll do it as long as it comes from your sweet mouth."

SERIATE....