OH MY BOSS
TESTPACK

Today, Justin who is actually very busy was taking the time to participate in the making of an ad starring his own wife, who, usually he will sit down sweetly and happily check the final result and agree to it, without having to bother taking the time, sitting behind the scenes, accompanying Samuel who inexplicably looked very happy next to him. The crossbreed man may not yet know that a Justin can do whatever he wants.

When going to start shooting, Nena who came out just by using a towel made a Justin out of the fog fire beard. "There is no more polite costume, of course" he scolded one of the crew preparing the suits.

"And the scene's bathing, sir, wearing a shirt?" Asked the woman behind Nena with a few sheets of clothes draped in her arms.

Justin shook. "That which was taken was only a part of the shoulder and arm, give him a longer cloth" he said.

And Samuel who could still hold back that smile just nodded. He told his crew to obey Justin's request.

Until when he arrived at the scene of a bathtub full of soap that requires Nena to show off half of her thighs and legs, rejected by the husband. Samuel started to swallow his irritated saliva and scratched the hair of his head which somehow became itchy. It seems that it has moved to the head.

Samuel clucking. "Hey, here's who the director is, why are you the one who made the rules," her scolding was met with a fierce gaze by Justin.

"I'm her husband, what do you want?" Justin answered and left Samuel speechless. The crossbreed man had mistakenly thought that Justin's rare presence at this location would help him greatly. It turns out to be troublesome.

Justin cut back scene after scene, making Nena almost cry out, the woman looked at her husband who was also looking back at him calmly.

"Mas, I could freeze to death if you keep cutting the scene in this water." Nena spoke with pity, showing that her palm was beginning to shrink, if the flaming red lipstick on her lips faded it might turn blue, and Nena felt that her legs had changed to a tail, in a few moments he soaked, he could turn into a mermaid. "Mas, pliss."

Justin sighed, returning to his seat, turning calm for a while, until the shower scene Nena was over and the woman changed into a red dress with bare shoulders that managed to make Justin a headache. Oh God.

Justin could only cluck softly, trying to remain silent hoping that the emotionally draining filming procession of his soul and body was quickly completed, the man closed his eyes for a moment, all his strength was to hold himself back from taking part, until a burly man with a bewok and his shaggy hair approached his wife and engaged in some conversation.

Justin looked at Samuel. "You're not saying, there's a male player too" he said, and made a Sam cluck.

"The theme of this ad is love, the time there is no male player." Samuel stood up, directing the crew to prepare for the next scene.

Justin moved restlessly in his chair, next to him Samuel had shouted action words that made Justin turn his head and focus on the movement of male players who began to touch the body of the wife.

"BUT!!"

That one word managed to stop all movement, and all eyes were on the source of the voice, not Samuel, but Justin.

"Sory, sory," Justin raised his hand. "Ok, ok, just go on," he said later.

Samuel let out a rough breath, after threatening his friend with his index finger, the cross-haired man who started to mess up his hair told the players to prepare for his return.

The scene again focuses on Nena and the male player who is now standing close to the woman. Justin saw it with a breath, as the fingers of the gondrong traced the skin of Nena's arm, to show how the soap that his company was producing really smoothed the skin of the wife.

Back the long-haired man was about to kiss Nena on the shoulder, inhaling the fragrance of the soaps branded love that Justin swore he would never put in one of the bathrooms of his apartment or home as well. It won't.

The scene began to turn hot, when the hand of the brewpub coiled in the stomach of the wife and her big nose again sniffed the arms, shoulders until...

"BUT!!!"

***

Nena groaned in frustration, in front of the husband who moments ago cut back the scene upset Samuel and told everyone to rest for a while. The man before him gave his innocent gaze which made Nena sigh in annoyance.

"You're why, Mas. When is the completion if you continue to cut the rich one-sided scene. I'm tired, I keep on repeating." Nena took off the husband's coat that was stuck on his shoulder.

Justin re-dressed the suit onto his wife's shoulder, making Nena cluck. "You're tired, let's go home" he asked.

"Mas." Nena sulks, they are now sitting in the changing room. And when a crew told him to get ready, Nena stood up. Remove the coat from his shoulder and give it to the husband. "Do you want to come or are you here?" tanyakanya.

Justin leaned his body against the sofa, hugged the suit in his hand and then threw away his face. His hand moves as if to throw away. The man said nothing until Nena left, and soon returned and sat down next to him.

"What's wrong?" Ask Justin.

"Jimi's coming home" replied Nena.

"Who's Jimi?"

"The male player."

"Oh." That gondrong, good, Justin thought. He never knew that it would not have a good impact on his fate. Samuel entered the room and grumbled like a madman.

"You have to take responsibility.my artist came home, and filming couldn't go on. Oh, God, it's so bad today."

"Just go on tomorrow, find another artist. Easy, right." Justin replied calmly.

"And back to renting everything to prepare for tomorrow? No-no, you're crazy." Samuel ruffled his hair in frustration, until a crew approached him and whispered something that made his face look bright again, Justin glanced suspiciously.

"What?" Justin asked Samuel who was looking at him with a meaningful smile.

Justin rounded his eyes fiercely. "That's never gonna happen."

***

Nena smiled to herself, seeing her husband being constantly yelled at by Samuel because of his rigid role. Finally with all persuasion, the husband wants to replace Jimi as a partner Nena.

Her husband was standing among the white sheets that were chained to resemble curtains, acting as if he was looking for a source of fragrance by continuously fluttering white cloth around him.

"Reply with feeling, Justin. The look in your eyes is less animating, don't equate the cloth with the scarf, you think it's in your house." Samuel kept nagging.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Justin replied in annoyance, throwing his shady gaze at Nena as if to say. For your sake, dear.

Nena turned her head as Samuel touched her shoulder, making her somewhat surprised, then slightly dodged. "My turn?" Ask.

"Why daydream, let's get ready" said Samuel. And Nena nodded in response, then moved away.

The next scene Justin began to be able to bring himself, even more so now accompanied by his wife. Just like a moment ago the brewpub traced Nena's arm, now it's Justin's turn to do the same.

"Cameraman, focus the right hand on the arm, ignore the circular one on the belly." Samuel gave directions, and Justin looked indifferent, the crew and the others giggled. Nena was ashamed of herself.

"Oh my God, this couple is so friendly" chirped one woman whom Nena did not know. And her husband, who now seems focused on kissing her shoulder, seems unaffected.

"Disregard, ignore everything, Justin, assume this is your private room." Samuel again chattered which inexplicably sounded ludicrous in Nena's ears.

Nena felt her husband's embrace was getting more aggressive and Samuel told the woman to focus on the slogan and some sentences that she had to say, he lost his mind. And finally the crossbred man who served as the director shouted the word cut, and stopped the activity for a while, but her husband even seemed to fall asleep on his shoulders.

"Mas, don't do it, huh."

Justin raised his head, "is it done?" Ask.

"Say this." Nena showed the sheet of paper in the form of a sentence that she had to say, "you are ordinary, don't get too sticky," Nena reprimanded lazily by her husband, rather than acting out a bath soap ad, Nena felt more like she was making an advertisement for contraception.  How humiliating.

"Feel her fragrance and tenderness, love, husband and love" said Nena fondly in front of the camera, and a Justin just had to stand next to her by showing off the sweetest smile he had.

And as Samuel shouted the word cut and clapped which was greeted by the crew there. Justin even seemed to forget where they were, the man again wrapped his hands in Nena's stomach, with his face sinking in the niche of his neck. The effect of love soap turns out to be this dangerous, thought Nena who felt angry to be a spectacle and the center of attention.

"Just keep on Boss. We go home first."

I don't know who shouted that, which was clear Nena's face was already flushed so shamefully. Plus the teasing whistles that popped out of their mouths before finally laughing together. Nena just shut up.

"Mas, dong already, I'm ashamed to know." Nena tried to break away, but her husband just laughed softly in response.

Nena turned her head as the husband raised his head, looking at Justin's misty-looking bead of eyes, the woman held her breath. Nena knew the look in the eye, Nena memorized the breath that was hunting from her perverted husband.

"Honey," said Justin softly, his voice looked raucous, Nena just muttered in response. "Let's go home, I don't know" he whispered later.

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