Office Hour
Nasi uduk and the King of the Kingdom

I entered the room after, closed the sliding door behind me and approached her.

He caught my jaw and kissed my lips.

Gentler…

Slowly…

and the fixings are a little intense.

“Please well, and sorry to have brought you into my trouble,” whispered.

I grabbed her by the neck and we started kissing again.

After 1 minute.

I'm starting to take it.

Bu Meilinda's hand began to caress my stomach up and down, almost touching my stiffened body. We looked down at the two of us and staggered a little at the same time.

I grabbed onto Bu Meilinda's cold hand, grabbed her against my body, shifted her down, then back up while groaning softly and long “astaga...” I can hear my mouth talking without my control.

I closed my eyes tightly, bent back down to her neck with a kiss, and she gently pushed my chest.

I looked at him, noticing his graceful movements.

He took off his braya hook.

That part of his body, which I saw in the darkness of the room when he was in a state of erikat, is now displayed very clearly.

I'm so hungry. I reflexively raised my hand intending to squeeze it, but she brushed me off.

“This one wants to be used for that part of your body,” his eyes glanced at the glance towards my pants that soar.

And he knelt down in front of me, pulling my pants down.

“Wah...” I can hear it mend3s4h once my pants successfully pass down. “Newly I touched this? Besides maybe....your own finger?”

I just nodded in response to him.

“Dimas, you are so handsome up to this part,” hisses later.

I didn't understand the meaning, I could only manage my breath that suddenly felt tight.

And the next incident is impossible for me to forget in a lifetime.

At this time I will no longer call him ‘Bu’.

Currently, she was Meilinda.

Meilinda.

Our relationship was already too deep and intimate, as she grasped my body, placed it between her chest, and stuffed my body into her mouth.

It almost exploded.

My breath was wheezing and I had never felt such a great passion in my entire life.

My mind was clouded, everything that flashed was hot.

For a moment it felt like every encounter of cells inside my body had been renewed, revoked, turned off.

As Meilinda's head movement accelerated, a burst of heat started rolling down my back and my passion was bubbling.

The warmth crawled up my back and I couldn't help myself as everything in my body spilled in his mouth.

I couldn't help but groan harder, it felt all loose and relieved.

I leaned against the cabinet behind my back and lowered my head.

Meilinda looked at me while licking her lips.

and he smiled at me.

A difficult smile.

Because everything was so sudden, even my brain had not been able to detect the reality that was happening.

“Sorry,” hisisku. That's all I can say, because I'm feeling very tired at once.

“Lain times, it's my turn dear?” he sizzled while biting his lips.

**

The next morning, he seemed to have accepted everything more than yesterday. We worked as usual, visited many branches in West Java, took a lot of photos to see how it worked, and then we left for Jakarta.

all the way back to Jakarta to drive him home, we were drowning in silence.

But he reacted when we got to his house and I turned off the engine, was about to take my backpack in the back seat.

“Dimas," call him.

I looked up and looked at him with a questioning look.

He kissed my lips.

“You already care about me,” whispered.

I grabbed her by the neck and we started kissing again.

After 1 minute.

“Prepared to be blasphemed tomorrow at the office,” hisisku while taking it off. He just chuckled and we got out of the car.

And arrived at Bekasi – area of my power - I spent time at my mother's restaurant, serving.

**

Some night Bram and Trevor came to the rice restaurant and sat mother, meager who was in the middle of helping wash the dishes while menggamundu lips Bu Meilinda. They ordered 2 baskets of rice and demanded a more complete explanation about Gunawan Ambrose. It seems they already knew from Mr. Sebastian.

Nasi uduk 2 baknya is clearly free, my brother is the majority shareholder of the restaurant.

“Males ah,” hisisku want to escape. But my arm was withheld by Bram. The power is very strong, really like a kingkong. He once changed my mother's restaurant door to be higher because he often sucked up the frame. After the door is replaced people even on sudzon are considered genderouwanya like to go in and out through the door.

Dikira my mother's restaurant use pesugihan time well.

Good, my mom's cooking is really good.

But he really likes to ask me and Bram to visit his restaurant often, he said he looks me for a seller.

Elahh!

“You may hide this matter from me, your own brother, and I may know it from others." - Bram Kalem. This is my mas, the guy's calm but likes pricks. If you are angry again, my mother can also hang her mouth so tajem pol.

If my character is more rame and blingsatan, sometimes talking without thinking first, almost similar to Trevor so we fit. Usually we both make trouble with our commotion, then Bram takes care of it, Hehe.

“I just came home from this table,” lamented me while leaning lazily into the restaurant plastic chair.

Not a minute of rest, Roll Royce Phantom VII parked in front of my mom's restaurant. Raffi Ahmad is? Apparently not.

Which appears even the figure that I don't want to meet the most and it feels like these feet are itching to run away.

Sebastian Bataragunadi walked through the genderuwo door and he really fits the same height. Sebastian and genderuwo both make me want to run.

“So how?” Those were the opening words tonight, as usual spoken in a threatening tone. How can anyone like this have a child like Trevor. Who told him to come to my mom's restaurant?!

We straightened our seats.

Mr. Sebastian approached to join us, sitting in my mother's 50k plastic chair while grabbing a plate to grab the rice from the tray. Bram and Trevor stand to serve him, and I? I was silent because my feet were immediately fixated on the spot, inexplicably tingling.

My mom came and put the fried chicken on the table.

“Loh? How do I know kayakno kowe?! (Well I think I know you),” said while looking at Mr. Sebastian. The man was silent while looking at my mother. Then he went wide and stood up while kissing my mother's hand. (wow!!).

“Mas Yan open?!” my mother again.

Who is Mas Yan?!

“Bu Lastri! I did not expect to meet here,” said Mr. Sebastian.

“Walah white wis kabehhh! (he's all white),” My mother stroked Mr. Sebastian's hair and beard like stroking his favorite cat.

“It's been more than 30 years yes ma'am. Mommy has this restaurant?”

“Bye iyo! I pioneered this nasi uduk restaurant wis 5 years,”

“It's me alone who concocted the spice loh Yan,”

Akrab.

I poked my mother's arm while giving her a code of asking.

“I was once a high school teacher e Mas Yan, Le. Mas Yan iki in addition to the chairman of the puinterr osis nggitar loh leee, I often made songs! (i was once the teacher of Mas Yan High School is Nak, Mas Yan is in addition to Chairman Osis is also smart to play guitar, son, I often made songs, I often made songs,” says my mom while sumringah fashion on.

We looked at Mr. Sebastian with a look of disbelief, especially Trevor.

“People next time?” he whispered to Bram.

Bram looked at Trevor with a memic as if asking: where do I know you're anaknye!

“Shhh Bu Lastri, it should only be a mother who knows, the lyrics will specifically create it for Bu Lastri,” said Mr. Sebastian.

My mother was embarrassed.

We looked down, laughing but scared.

How Romantic, hiii!

“Wis you met neng kene wis destiny iki, piye arep made by nopo?! hahahaha (Yes met here already this fate, what if we become besan?)," I know my mother was just joking, but it turns out…

“Could be ma'am, Meilinda is not married yet.” Mr. Sebastian glanced at me.

“Well, the Linda anyway?! How are you doing ayu kie?"

“Melinda her boss Dimas in the office loh bu, I see PRETTY FAMILIAR anyway, every day together go back to his office,” Sebastian looks at me blatantly while grinning.

I admit quite a lot. There is an emphasis on the word 'Quite Familiar' that contains questions as well as statements.

“Walah! Tenanan toh Le? How to kowe ora waton! (Will it really be, son? How come you didn't say it?!)” mom's pounding my shoulder.

“What use am I trying to tell mom about office problems?" hisisku tried as hard as possible.

“Yes it is natural that Bramantyo and Dimas did not know us, they were not even born at that time, haha,” said Mr. Sebastian.

“Lah Iyo si Linda aja still SD!” mom's crooked.

Mathematics thinks for itself.

“Oh yes ma'am, this is my son, Trevor Michael. He's Bramantyo's partner in the office.”

“Walah wis bujang loh yooo!” hiss my mother. Trevor kissed my mother's hand.

“Iya, this is his son Ratna.” Fizz Sebastian.

“Ratna, MasyaAllah, piye kabare bojomu iku?!”

“We've been divorced a year after Trevor was born,” explained Mr. Sebastian.

“Kok iso kowe divorced karo Ratna? The courane wis suwe anyway?! (you can divorce Ratna for a long time, right?!)”

“Yeah, his name is also destiny bu,” Mr. Sebastian sounds lazy when he answers it.

My mother knew enough not to continue the conversation.

“Yowis continued chatting, sing akur yo le!” sahut. I don't know who Tole meant last, but the ones here are all rioters.

Mr. Sebastian finally sat in a cheap plastic chair owned by my mother who was very very slammed with the figure of a mahadewa. There's a King in the king sitting in a bakmi chair.

He faced us and looked at me. “Oh, Bu Lastri's son yah turns out to be you. Can't I work dong,” Maybe he's joking, his tone is kidding.

Uh, I'm not sure about deng!

He glanced at me as he sipped the sachetan coffee that was available on the table for him.

“It can still be done, Dad. But slowlyaaaaaaannnn,” Trevor basic cookery bitch, want to be watered coffee, huh!

“I want to know you to Bandung why alone with Meli, as long as Meli is not married again, she is still the responsibility of me and my Father, obviously?” Sebastian looked at me sharply.

He really pushed me.

“I don't want to curb the association of the child, he is also an adult, but I know exactly his reckless nature and easy to fall in love,” He sighed. “Moreover after I found out that your predicate as a male turns out .. what's the fine language?”

“Udah Well, use normal language only,” hiss Trevor impatient.

“Later if Bu Lastri has been a bit away, have entered the house, well 'out of' you,” hiss Sebastian half whispered menacingly while sipping coffee.

“Good sir," Bram got up from his seat.

Seen Sebastian staring fixedly at my brother. Indeed, when standing caught by the body Bram guedeee, may be automatic radar war Pak Sebastian immediately alert.

Alerts Alert! That's...

Bram approached her, speaking in a voice I did not hear, and she went into the house.

Fix this out I'm hanging this two fleas!

Die again I.

Bram returned to the table carrying fried foods and pilus beans as a friend to eat rice. Then sit back and grin at me. He was indeed very happy to see his weak sister limp.

“Controlled situation Sir,” hiss Bram while sitting again and glancing at me.

“Start Well,” sahut Trevor.

I'm with dzikr.

O Lord, help your persecuted servant!

The story begins with sebastian's hand squeezing my shirt collar.

“Udah how long have you been close to Meli? You know I'm sick of being a chick like you. Beware ya do not get splashed in your brain perverted thoughts about my sister!”

Apparently not changed still cold tone of voice is also calm, but his hands suffocate me.

This is really a serem!

Bram stared enthusiastically while biting his temple. Trevor chuckles.

What should I do in this situation? Maybe I should just stay calm.

I clasped Mr. Sebastian's hand and pulled him gently. Implies that everything can be solved in a family manner.

Sounds Bram and Trevor voiced “Wih...” together.

“Just relax sir, Ms. Meilinda is also still fine now," he said.

I made my tone of voice as regretful as possible because it was dragged along with other people's problems. I began the night talking soberly, as much as I could hide vulgar things related to Bu Meilinda's good name in front of Bram and Trevor.

“To be clear, sir, if I did not accompany him at that time there must have been a claw scene in the hotel lobby, in front of many people, in front of Gunawan's wife and children. What kind of trauma will they remember? Moreover, the status of Bu Meilinda is still a girlfriend! Of course, if the media knows, the facts will be turned back to the status of the actor, because there is his Sah wife, one of his legitimate wives. Uh, wait, do not know also the legal wife or marriage siri doang yah?”

“What looks like?” ask Trevor.

“Apparently innocent, easy smile keep very cheerful,"

“It seems that there is a picture of him in his ig he is that one yes. Gunawan is single" Trevor said.

"I've investigated myself through Garnet Security. Mitha used to work for me, then she resigned and we lost contact. I didn't think she was Gunawan's wife" Mr Sebastian said

How narrow the world is.

"It looks like the remaining two series, there could be others. We've also just been looking for information from the Dimas incident,"

“Gosh,” hisisku. As depraved as I was, I never had a wife of three!

I leaned my back against the chair and continued the story. “I have been close to Bu Meilinda lately, because I need her to keep fanatical fans out of control. And he's willing to help me. Because those girls are scared of Ms. Meilinda. If he was near me, and there was a rumor that we had a special relationship, where the closeness was intense and made people wonder why we were suddenly close, then the events in my old office may not be repeated again. Then yesterday I ventured to declare love,"

Mr. Sebastian raised his index finger, hinting me to stop talking.

But Trevor and Bram are out screaming “GILAAAA!!”

“My best friend Omku!!” trevor.

“My Good Friend, My Iparku!!” exclaim Bram

Then they're Toss. Sue's really...

“I have not approved you both yes, it's good Boyo-Kethek, play claims,” grumbled Mr. Sebastian