Other Dream Women
Chapter 8. Business Partners

The morning breeze hit the face of Cahya who was driving her matic car. He deliberately opened the window glass wide, so that the wind could make the tears that wet the cheeks dry. But all seemed to be in vain, because the clear crystals were still sliding freely from the frame.

"Mother quarreled with Dad huh? Alina heard me yell," asked Alina innocently. It seemed that the little girl was still very curious about what was going on between her father and her mother.

Cahya could only smile discordantly listening to this question of her eldest daughter. In his heart, he felt very guilty for making the child to think about what happened to his parents. His quarrel with the Clouds just a moment ago was the first quarrel to be heard in the ears of his two daughters.

"No dear, Mother and Father did not quarrel. There's just a little misunderstanding between Mom and Dad. Mommy apologizes, honey, if the voice of the father that sounded loud earlier made Brother and adek frightened."

Alina tried to understand every explanation uttered by the Mother. The little girl then looked out at the glass.

"So adults are not good, Bun because there is often misunderstanding? Alina wants to continue being a child just so there's no misunderstanding."

Cahya smiled faintly. Apparently, the situation experienced by his two daughters requires him to provide an understanding and understanding that may still be too early.

"Honey, misunderstanding between two people is a natural thing to happen. Most importantly how we solve it. Thank God the misunderstanding between Mother and father is over and there is nothing to worry about anymore."

"But why did you scream Bun? Can't you still hear Dad's words?" malika asked with curiosity.

"Maybe you're just tired, baby, so you're losing control."

"If you're tired, why not just stay home? At home, I am not tired. So I don't scream anymore like a monster," the youngest squeak anyway.

Cahya laughed slowly. He only realized that his two daughters were so critical in responding to what became his chatter. Even the way his two daughters talk is not like children their age. Sometimes Cahya is made confused to respond to it.

"If you don't work, then how do you support all of us, dear? Throw you up, buy drugs for grandma and give a living for all of us?"

Malika is just a mangosteen. It seems to be a complicated thing for such a small girl to understand the speech about the household.

"Yes, too, Bun? If you don't work Malika and you can't snack on ice cream, snack bobba, snack pizza and fried chicken again huh Bun?" malika asked as she exhaled a bit harshly. "Yes, let me work outside!"

Cahya again laughed at the babbles of her two daughters that sounded plain. In the end, it all came back to the mouth. Where do these two daughters remember about snacks.

"Yes already, on behalf of the father, Mother apologizes to brother and sister huh. I'm sorry I was screaming that scared you. Mother promise, this is the first and last time you scream in front of you."

"Yes Mother!"

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A cloud half ran down the parking lot of the Merapi Valley restaurant. Occasionally he glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist. The man was very worried if his business partner waited too long.

Today is an unlucky day for the clouds. On the way to the resto, suddenly he had a little incident by bumping into one of the rickshawmen who made people around the scene of the case cover him. Inevitably Awan had to take responsibility by delivering the rickshawman to the clinic. As a result, the promise to meet the relationship must be ignored from the previous promise.

Sent by one of the waitress restaurants, Awan arrived at a private room that had been booked by his business partner. Slowly, the Cloud turned the door knob that was in front of him.

"Sorry Mr. Anton, I'm slow."

Cloud's speech paused for a moment when his two eyeballs caught the figure of two people who were making out in a dining chair that had been available. The two men sat on one chair, where the man held the woman wearing a fifteen centimeter span skirt on her knees as well as a white, tight blouse. The cloud was more flabbergasted when he saw the button blouse the woman had started to open until it showed her cleavage.

Anton and the woman immediately stopped their activities after the Clouds entered the room. Without feeling clumsy or embarrassed, they remained in the same position.

The man named Anton invited the Clouds to sit in a place that was available and the Clouds were just obedient.

"I'm sorry for my delay sir. Earlier on the road, I had a bit of an unexpected incident" Awan said.

"Mahaha ... It's okay, Mr. Cloud. Precisely because you are late, I can make out with this woman of mine," Anton said with an echoing laughter.

The clouds stared fixedly at the figure of the woman who was currently on Anton's lap. The Cloud's gaze was unknowingly noticed by Anton.

"Don't be surprised sir. This woman is not my wife. She was my mistress who made my days so much more passionate and colorful, " Anton said as if he knew the current Awan was wondering about the figure of the woman he was carrying.

"Oh deserved .. I feel alien to this woman Sir, because as far as I know my wife is not this one."

"Mahaha ... As men, we need women outside of our wives to make us more work spirit, sir."

The cloud is slightly wrinkled. Apparently the discussion of other women sounds much more exciting than the discussion of cooperation.

"What do you mean Father? Isn't a wife at home enough to get us excited about work, sir? I really don't understand."

"Hahahaha, Mr. Cloud, sir. You're too straight to be a man. Try to turn a little by having another woman who makes your adrenaline so much more driven" he licked Anton gave a proposal.

The clouds just chuckle. He increasingly does not understand where the direction of this business relationship talks. "I don't really understand, sir. Regarding increasing monthly turnover I find it much easier than understanding the meaning of Mr. Anton's words."

Anton smiled knot. He again stroked the smooth face of this woman. He was not even shy about doing so in the presence of the Clouds.

"I feel bored with my wife at home, sir. He was unable to preen which made him unattractive in my eyes and worst of all, his swaying in bed was not as hot as when we first got married. Right now he's just like a banana gedebog if he's making love. It really makes me not excited."

The clouds are getting bigger. What Anton experienced turned out to be the same as what he experienced. Right now, Cahya really did look unattractive in her eyes. But for bed matters, Cahya can still compensate.

"Is that why Mr Anton has a mistress?"

Anton raised his shoulders and began to ignite the nicotine-stained trunk he was carrying. The man exhaled in front of the cloud, which instantly made white smoke fill the room.

"We are men, sir. We deserve to find a distraction out there. Especially if our wives are no longer attractive, we must look for interludes to be able to grow back the passion and excitement of the soul that we have!"

"Sir Anton, aren't you afraid of getting caught?" the clouds are getting curious.

"Mahaha ... If found out, what can my wife do, sir? He certainly would not dare to demand anything because so far he can live because of the money given from me. So, I'm just relaxing."

Carefully, the Clouds listened and digested every word Anton spoke. He was well aware of Anton's views on women's interludes.

Do I also have to look for interludes like this Anton sir to regrow my soul's passion and excitement?

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