Oh ... Other Flowers CEO
What's My Wrong

...However unhappy with someone, the old togetherness fades the tension so appreciate, then enjoy ....

Rara works in the secretary's office. His work place is a little different when with Purba. Rara works outside the director's room. However, next to the entrance of the director to facilitate his needs to organize and assist when he was needed suddenly.

“Eh Ra, later rest with me, yes,” invite Doni an employee who is thin enough for the size of a man. Maybe he's 23 years old, looks like he's an intern because he still wears black and white clothes without a tie.

The average bona fide textile employee should use a tie, be it just a regular employee, not a staff.

“Where later, yes,” said Rara with a little review smile. She was not tasty actually, the first day of work that was familiar even with a man.

“Yah... don't do it dong, instead of eating doang,” complained Doni, feeling disappointed.

“But not both. Both times are bad, not good. I'm new here, you know.”

“No, we'll have a rame-rame. You don't know yet, there will be Dewi, Riri, Khodijah, many points,” said Doni.

“Then it is, fine. It's up to you later, I don't know them all yet, so come here later. The canteen I don't know,” said Rara.

“Oke ready, madam,” said Doni, joking by calling Rara as Madam.

Doni also put his hand on his forehead like a respectful person then returned to his workplace.

Rara laughed softly, seeing Doni's behavior. Kocak.

Rara's power will be at home in a new place. Although the same company but it turns out the character of the people is different. In this company, it seems like the people are friendly and more caring.

But Rara forgot. He worked for only a few months too. He had to prepare his cake shop immediately.

**#

Bonafit Textile Center

Rest has arrived.

“Come Ma, rest first,” invite Ancient to approach Mona's table.

“I don't taste,” said Mona.

“But, this morning Mama hasn't eaten. Not eating anymore.”

“Papa know if Mama is not excited? What does Mama need?” mona said she ventured. Almost 5 days with today he has not got an Ancient touch.

“Papa pretend not to know?” ask Mona.

If it's an intimate relationship problem, Mona never hesitated to start first. Because, if you wait for Ancient who started, it is indeed very difficult.

Mona got up from her seat, with a gurgle approaching in Ancient times. His hands were placed on Mona's waist.

“Darling ... You better understand what I want?” Mona fished so that the ancients did so without command.

Anciently looking at Mona fixedly, she was diving into the pretty face in front of her. He must have a heart for his wife who has changed for the good.

Purba must feel grateful for his wife who can be said to be perfect, even though her character was never disappointing, even though their relationship was not the desired.

Purba continued to struggle with his thoughts. He must be able to love Mona, there is nothing bad about his wife, only a heart that cannot accept.

Slowly the hand of the ancients moved from Mona's waist, touched the beautiful face of the present, rubbed Mona's face, traced every corner of the beauty presented in front of her.

The face of Ayu Rara in the mind of Purba. However, immediately try to remove.

Purba continues to convince herself that if she can afford to have two women at once, she must be fair.

It is time for Purba to be stubborn, dare to take risks to account for two hearts that must be maintained.

Ancient lucky to have two women who complement each other, the one modern woman who is one regional woman.

Ancient just enjoy the beauty of the figure in front of him. Her hands were so active, along with the spoiled sounds coming out of Mona's lips.

The curtains are still open, ignored by the fire of romance that has just burned. The cold AC temperature began to warm for the two of them.

In a noisy roar of breath, Purba was still conscious of where they were. Purba then carry Mona, to the room where she rests if in the office. Just like the room.

Mona did not want to waste the slightest chance, the pagutan of their lips did not come off even though Purba walked panting set the rhythm of breath with the power to hold Mona's weight.

Purba threw Mona on the soft throne where lovebirds clash. Mona likes the treatment, she enjoys the sensation more than the slow motion of her partner.

Aggressively, Mona's hands actively removed every point of her husband's body-wrapping cloth.

Next they play freely in that privacy-filled space. No matter the files that accumulate, forget the hunger in the stomach. Appetite lost with demanding lust.

Bizar who just happened to be outside, when he entered saw some files and a ballpoint pen scattered on the floor near Mona's desk.

Bizar understands his boss is making love with his wife. Shortly before they enter the contest room, innocent objects on the table, become victims of violence lovebirds forget the place because it is out of control.

Bizar tidied those things back into place.

“Huft .. Good thing my brain doesn't heat easily. Still safe, not contaminated shadow fantasy love because of cleaning these items. Unimagined how ferocious they are,” muttered Bizar.

The feeling of Bizar Mangkinkah is empty? Often saw the scenes of his boss's shur, listening to the signs of orgasmic battles, but he was ordinary. Never get dirty things.

Not to forget Bizar closed the curtains of the room, then he exited the room and waited at the door. Watching if the ludicrous voice of his master is heard out, Bizar will condition it.

**#

“Dor!.” Serempak ripples surprised Rara who is still struggling in front of her laptop.

“Astaghfirullah, you guys,” exclaimed Rara rubbing her chest.

Rara's gaze looked frantically looking at them with a wry face like intimidating.

Less than five people. Two men and three women, gathered in front of Rara's table with sharp gazes, their two hands compactly crossed. Their chins were slightly raised as well.

Rara's confused? As if they all wanted to pounce.

“Ma-sorry, what's up?” lirih Rara mixed nervously.

One of the brands took off her crossed hands, moved so to the waist. Then approaching Rara in a haughty street style, the gaze was still sharp.

Rara could not hide her fear. The trauma of persecution, of bullying, is still not healed.

Although Rara was terrified she followed every move of one of the employees with a trembling look.

The employee arrived beside Rara. He bowed his body, still with a sharp look and drew closer to Rara's face.

Rara was already trembling with cold sweat, even her hands were wet from the sweat of fear.

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