OH MY BOSS
ALEX FAILED

After fulfilling the obligation of the magrib prayer at the Mosque he passed, Justin invited Nena to dinner at a Restaurant, "why?" Ask the wife who looks dreamy while stabbing meat on her plate.

Nena looked up, looking at the husband who was sitting across the table facing her. "Mas, how come Aunt Rania was so shocked? She doesn't know yah?"

"Actually, Aunt Linda didn't know either" Justin replied, cutting the meat off his plate, and he put it on his wife's plate. "Eat," he said.

Nena nodded. "The foundation listed on the will, what place, Mas?"

"The orphanage foundation, which I used to take you there."

"Oh," Nena replied, but the look on her face was still thinking about something.

"Not to think about it, let's finish your food, let's go back to the apartment."

Nena turned, "not to mother's house?" Ask.

Justin shook his head, "I want a meeting via video later, to mom's house tomorrow, all packed up."

"We're moving?"

Justin nodded. "Must," he answered. "We will need privacy, or if you are not comfortable living in an apartment, we will find a new house."

"I don't bring clothes, Mom."

"Later after eating we stop by to buy first, there is still time," Justin replied lightly.

Nena shook her head, amazed. "So rich people are the best, I never used to imagine, want something will be this easy" said Nena, his smile was broken. But that made Justin quiet.

"Is your life that hard?" Justin's question with his guilty view made Nena feel bad.

"Not really, Mom, when dad was still around, whatever I wanted was definitely obeyed. There was one word he said that I couldn't understand first, but it's understandable now" Nena said, but then fell silent. Discussing the father caused pain in his chest, especially Nena only found out that the white horse hero was not his biological father. And now even the father is gone.

"What's that?" Ask Justi.

"He used to say, "if you can't treat you well, you'll feel very guilty about someone." I said so, and now I know, someone I mean definitely my real father, I'm not his real son but he can treat me better than anyone," Nena said, her voice softly, slightly discordant because it withstands the urge of tears that are preparing to spill. And when finally the woman covered her face with both palms, someone hugged her tightly.

Justin who was slightly kneeling brought Nena into his arms, "i promise, I will treat you well. Better than anyone" she said, Nena returned the husband's embrace, making Justin awkwardly notice the surroundings. "Na, we're a spectacle, nih. If there's a video, it could go viral."

***

Justin rushed to take a shower when he arrived at his apartment, after which he tidied himself up with a long-sleeved shirt that was assisted by his wife when pairing the buttons. "I'm not long, maybe an hour, don't sleep first" he said seriously, and instead made Nena chuckle.

Nena helps to tidy up the husband's hair, "You look like this is really strange, the shirt time is neat under the use of a color," he commented.

The main room in his apartment is so spacious, equivalent to half of Nena's mother's house, from the work desk to a large sofa to relax watching television also fit in it. Not to mention for the closet, there is a place of its own.

Justin is busy with his laptop and the files contain the discussion he will convey when Nena passes him to the bathroom. "I took a shower first, wanted to soak, maybe a little long, all waiting for you," said Nena who was replied with a nod without turning from Justin.

After nearly an hour, Justin, who was still busy with someone across the street, turned his head when he heard the door open.

Nena came out, the mint scent of liquid bath soap was pouring through the room, the woman casually passing Justin while rubbing a towel into her wet hair. Seeing the lingerie the wife was wearing, Justin gulped.

Justin tries to refocus on someone still raving inside his laptop. But the shadow of a thin cloth lacking the material worn by Nena swirled around in his head, the man glanced back at the wife who was casually putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

Sighing, Justin again concentrated on the discussion delivered by his colleagues, but the one in his head was just around... Thighs. Chest.

"So Mr. President, between the two, which one is more interested?"

"Fried chicken?" Justin nodded with his own answer. "Eh, I mean–––" has not had time for the man to straighten, someone in front of him even laughed.

"I'm talking about two companies that will be merged, sir. But it looks like, you haven't had dinner yet?"

Justin cleared his throat slowly, condemning his stupidity. "Yes, I am ... Hungrier. I'm sorry."

And after making small talk, making a promise to continue the discussion another day, Justin turned off his laptop. Approaching Nena who is now sitting sweetly on the bed.

"Talking me up to that effort?" Justin asked, his hands folded in front of his chest.

Nena noticed her own appearance, "you don't like yah?" tanyanya polo's.

Justin laughed a snort, "where is it possible," he replied.

"Don't you just say, hungry?" Ask Nena.

"Yes, I'm so hungry that I want to eat you!"

Justin jumped on the bed and vowed to attack his wife until morning.

Netizen; Thor, where's the ena-ena* scene.

Author; (getok pake broom) just shadow yourself.

Netizen; so alim really lu thor, not exciting.

Author; bodo.  😑

Is finished? Don'tdon't?

If continued most about the daily story, what is ngebosenin??

I've been males in conflict 🤣