Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Gossip

"Lo look, right? I just got aja cere gandeng brondong ajaaa. Iyuuha...."

"You should pay attention, that's a really crazy handsome boy!"

"Sir Dion is also handsome, rich again. What does that kid have?"

"His style is cyiinnn..."

"Haha... Crazy lo, already playing open-open aje."

"It's been a month more awkward. Haha..."

"Ssttt...the bodyguard's through!"

Ciwi-ciwi who were again engrossed in the live chirping as soon as Juno passed them by with breakfast.

Juno accidentally sits near a horde of girls mouth lemes the culprit of gossip. This was what made Juno lazy to eat in the cafeteria. Though the food is quite delicious, but the atmosphere that makes the ears hot. Rumors are everywhere.

"Be careful, CCTV in this building is equipped with the best audio sound. Do you know who Miss Violin is?" Juno's fizzle interrupted his mouth, more to talk to himself but with a loud voice. His gaze was just looking at his breakfast rice.

One by one look away from Juno's seat. Of course they understand who they are gibahin and dealing with Atmanegara is a nightmare. But still Violin is a soft target for a gatel mouth that is less scratched.

Moreover, the women who feel jealous of Atmanegara's only child. They vented by blaspheming with sadists. Of course only dare to blaspheme behind, more for inner satisfaction only.

This morning the Marina Group building was horrendous with the arrival of the owner's son, the artist who was escorted in a row wearing a motorcycle. Violin who has never been seen riding a motorcycle made a stir of one building. Moreover, the new predicate he bears, the widow of flowers! Single and available. Waw...

There is a kekeuh it is ojek, not a few who say flocked 'interlude' Violin doang.

Violin is so cute, she's used to forged gossip. He doesn't know he's a tranding. Let alone walk together brondong, the road with a cat can be a gossip material.

"So now a new hobby riding ojol, Mom?"

Violin who was drying her hair turned her head when Juno suddenly appeared from behind her private toilet door. Men ask to be hit with a hairdryer. Nyelonong please do not use excuse me. Fortunately, Vio was already wearing full work clothes.

He was forced to take another bath for the comfort of his soul. It can be bad mood all day. Crazy smoke from vehicles everywhere.

"Ck, my car's in the garage." Violin replied indifferently, he kept the hairdryer back in place and then walked towards the walk in closet that was directly connected to the toilet, intending to find her earrings.

"Sometimes he's not an ojol." continued Vio.

Juno raised his eyebrows sideways, "didn't an online ojek mean a rolling ojek? On CCTV it doesn't seem to wear a jacket."

"Begin kepo yes, you!" cynical Vio.

"One building bohemian loh. Until I check the CCTV footage myself. Pantes aja splashy, it turns out there is a scene drama helmet. Romantic kid too."

"Hyperbole, I swear!" Violin throws a used tishu at Juno. His assistant was just chuckling. He was behind Vio.

"Overnight my car broke down he was the one who was hollow. This morning the tyre was leaking he was also the hollow one. That should be your job. Not his job." Violin flipped through the paper piled up on her desk.

"For a long time my duties were getting less suitable job desk. Can it be intensively ascended." Juno Mumbled.

Contracted in writing that Juno signed on the stamp duty no details should take care of the leaking tires or the car breaking down. But since she first became a Violin assistant, her job even took care of the purchase of lingerie and female spare parts.

"Hey, it's worth your salary, yeah!"

"Hehehehe..." Juno glanced at his watch. "Five minutes to wait for the marketing team in the meeting room, I first. Want to put a snack in the pantry." Pamit Juno's.

"Nge-cheque, say tau snacknya less"

"Snacknya will not be less, will you say more."

"Eh, caught! Kabehuangre..." Juno is gone.

Then just as Vio grabbed the yellow map and prepared for the meeting room, Juno again entered his study.

"Eh, that's Nadia said, in the lobby there are guests." Juno.

Violin snapped, "this is how you guys are doing, anyway? Guests at work in the morning? And there's a meeting scheduled. Receptionist grecep should be upset with subtle reasons. Why are you even welcome, anyway?" Gerrick Vio. His brain began to remember the receptionist's schedule this morning.

"Sorry, Vi. No one dares to nge former bokap lo." Juno whispered, he rushed to grab the yellow map in Violin's hands and immediately covered the meeting room.

Violin stunned. Mahendra. Is it possible that at the hospital yesterday he saw Vio? Or did Robert say something to Mr Hendra?

Vio quickly rushed to meet his former in-laws.

Mahendra looked pale and thinner than the last time Violin saw him up close. His eyes looked sunken, plus the more gray hair made him look older than Atmanegara, even though they were the same age.

What has not changed is Mr. Hendra's smile still remains warm. He welcomed the hand of Violin who kissed the back of his frail hand and then stroked the head of his former daughter-in-law lovingly.

"How are you?" Violin invited Mahendra to sit down.

"Good, Son. As you can see." Mahendra smile.

"If you may know, is there anything Papa suddenly came here? Why not tell me first? Violin can play at home sometimes."

Mahendra looked at Violin with sadness.

"You know this is interfering with your work, but let Papa apologize for a moment on Dion's behalf." Mahendra said softly, he lowered his head before Vio. Regret greatly tormented his mind.

Violin was sad, he witnessed how handsome Mahendra was when he was still healthy. And now it's like twilight that dims slowly. The disease is like eating away at his body.

Slowly the Violin grabbed Mahendra's hand and grabbed him.

"What happened can't be changed anymore, Pa. Vio will try. What won't change is that Vio will remain Papa's daughter forever." Whisperer Vio. Even though he was destroyed to the point of destruction, but he would not have the heart to hurt this old man.

Mahendra is the best in-law for Violin. He never meddled in his affairs and Dion. When he and Dion misunderstand, Mahendra will always stroke Violin's head to calm down. Its proximity even exceeds that of Atmanegara.

"I'm sorry, Papa, son. Dion even just said if you split up just last night. Forgive Papa who couldn't educate Dion to be a good husband to you." Mahendra's eyes turned red but Violin's eyes were already watery.

Mahendra wiped away Vio's tears with his hand.

Mahendra is very sorry about this divorce. Violin's a good son-in-law. Smart and polite woman. Vio also takes good care of her. Dion was the fool to let go.

"Son, Papa doesn't know when to see you again. Please live happily, it will reduce my guilt." Mahendra Whisper. He looked sad. His chest seemed to hold back tears.

"Please don't be sad..."

Mahendra had not finished his words, but Violin had hugged him with a face full of tears.

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