Savingswoman
78. Bawdy

Raisya stuffed the salad into his mouth. The salad made her forget everything, even forgetting the figure of the man who had been staring at her with a look of adoration.

Farel feed his food slowly, his focus on the woman who looks very enjoy the fruit salad. Several times it was clear that the woman closed her eyes.

“What is so nikmt?” Farel asked without being prevented.

Raisya who closed her eyes spontaneously opened it. Feeling confused by Farel's very sudden question. While Farel who saw the confused look of Raisya could not resist his piety.

“I mean, what's so good that salad. Your way of eating makes me more lustful,” Farel said by licking his upper lip.

Raisya. “If you are lustful, just grab a salad in front of you.”

“Not, I'm not sorry for salad, but I'm lusting after salad.” Farel spoke ambiguously.

“What do you mean? You want your body cut into small pieces, then bristled with yoogurts, mayonnaise, and cheese?”

“Ah, you're too plain. I want to be a salad that you can enjoy, not a salad bristled with cheese and other let alone cut into small.” Fael. The man was annoyed by Raisya's attitude that seemed to not understand at all.

Raisya fell silent, trying to digest the meaning of Farel's words. Wanna enjoy?

“Sia*an. Why are you so perverted!” Raisya cursed with eyes that drew sharp Farel.

The man chuckled at Raisya who had just understood his words. However, feeling angry also heard the woman's curse.

“Raisya don't curse!” Farel hissing sharply.

Raisya rolled a lazy eye. “I will always curse as long as you are still talking and discussing something that smells perverted.”

Farel chuckles. “Then, you must prepare to curse continuously.”

“What is your makud?”

“Yes, you said you would always curse when I discussed something that smelled lewd. Whereas every meet or be with you my brain will not stop spinning from things that smell lewd.” Farel twitched a flirtatious eye.

Raisya snorted in annoyance. Soon the woman finished her salad, then left Farel still chuckling in his chair.

“Basic, maniacal!” Raisya muttered with feet that climbed the stairs one by one.

Farel laughed loudly. Coloring Raisya feels so much fun. The confused face of the woman made her even more tempted to do mischief.

****

Raisya stared at the expanse of the park with a sparkling look. He feels comfortable in this place. The atmosphere that awlnya make him strangled, as time goes by makes him accustomed.

“Mrs.”

Raisya was surprised to hear a sudden greeting from behind. He quickly turned his head to see who was calling him.

Seen there Jesika stood with a gentle face as usual. Seeing Jesika made Raisya subconsciously smile.

“Hay, sit.” Raisya patted the empty chair next to her.

Jesika who saw the order immediately followed it. After all, he also needed a comfortable position to talk to Raisya.

“Thanks.” Jesika smiled gently.

“No problem.”

“Mistress, have you left?”

“Oh, Farel? Yes, he's gone.”

“As safe as your plan?”

“My plan? Hmmm, yeah, I'll be there now.”

“If it is like that, I will prepare everything. You want to meet Jhonatan or Zakiel first?”

“Looks Zakiel. There's a lot I need to get straight.” Raisya glared far away there.

***

Farel stared at the laptop screen that showed a graph of the development of stocks in the company. His eyes glared sharp and meticulous.

“How can we experience a nine percent zero point drop this month?” Farel asked sharply.

“Sorry Sir, there is a slight obstacle when shipping goods. The sudden change of season, especially the plague that struck made the distributor team overwhelmed and got complaints from several parties, because the late goods came,” Ricard said firmly while showing evidence.

Farel glanced at something Ricard showed. His eyes were tightly closed. The man did not like imperfections. However, all is out of his control.

“Alright, I want them to be more thorough and more deft. I don't want to see a drop like this again. Instead and lesson, you should raise the stock next month by two percent.” Farel said casually however, filled with threats.

Ricard gulped his gulp roughly, two percent is not a small number. Two percent of Farel's company is equivalent to trillions.

“Good Mr.” Ricard said a little stuttering.

Brak!

Farel who was focused on looking at the chart was surprised to hear the door open with a slight buzz. Ricard who was still feeling nervous and afraid was getting jumped at hearing the sudden buzz.

Farel who wanted to spit out his anger was silent looking at the middle-aged woman with a sharp and humbling look in front of him.

Ricard who saw the situation was not right immediately asked for permission to leave the room.

“What do you need here?” Farel asked in a sharp tone.

The middle-aged woman looked smirking. The disgusting smile was clearly visible from the full face of the make up. You don't know age!

“Oh, My son, what kind of question is that?” the woman who was none other than Farel's parents frowned at the offense of Farel's question.

Farel gritted his teeth. He hated the word ‘my son’ the call reminded him of the moments approaching torture.

“If you have no interest, please get out of my company.”

“Oh, this timid son of mine has turned brave.” The woman sat her body on the long sofa. He ignored Farel's dislike.

“It turns out convenient also here.” The woman scanned the entire room.

Farel closed his eyes, his hands clenched tightly. Rough gusts he took out.

“Please you out.” Farel hissing sharply.

“Oh, did you kick me out? I can't believe, the child I raised lovingly behaved like that.” The woman spoke with a face pretending to be sad.

Farel fed up. “ Damn basic, get out of my room!” wrath Farel.

The woman closed her mouth, putting on a face pretending to be surprised. “Oh, did you say I was fucking? Aren't you the fucking one! After eliminating your sister, now you're also making your son disappear. Ckckckc, indeed once a pesky carrier, remains a pesky carrier.” The woman's a head gnaw.

Farel tightened his jaw. “Tamara Lawson, once again I say you're out! You know human language, right? Or have you turned into an animal? Oh, given all your behavior, I'm sure you've turned into an animal!”

The woman, who was none other than Tamara Lawson gritting her teeth, was offended by Farel's remarks. Quickly the woman got up, glaring sharply at Farel.

“Thank you weren't the same name as me. If you had the same clan, I don't know what bad luck would hit my family later. Basic child carrier shit.” Tamara walked away. Leaving behind the transfixed Sosk Farel staring at his back that looked away.

Brak!

Looking at the closed door, Farel could not support his weight. His body collapsed, falling right on his big chair. As strong as the man, he will still feel fragile when getting an insult, especially the insult comes from the mouth of his own parents.

Remembering about the clan, yes, he was not included in his family clan. He followed his grandmother's surname, Wiratman. He should be Lawson. However, they were too disgusted by him.

Sometimes he thinks, what's wrong. He was also their flesh and blood, why could they have done evil to him. Why just him? He also did not want to be born between the two of them. Not asking, and not going!

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Author again upset,, pray yes gala cepet lost, trus can his spirit of writing 😢😢😢

what are these two chapters? Because the mode is a mess, nulis also so ogah²an,, love the spirit dong 😢😢😢

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