Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Amberly

After Mahendra returned from his office, Violin completely failed to focus. All his work is not well. Mind fucked. Juno to urgency revise the work of his boss.

"Violin! The focus dong, household affairs do not be brought to work!" Omelette Juno. He became fierce like Atmanegara if again nagging.

"Well, you're going home, Vi. Trouble tau ngaaakkk!?" pekik Juno is upset. He's tired of taking Violin. Last Juno sprawled out on the sofa with a map in his eel.

Nadia entered and approached Vio who was kneading his temple slowly.

"Mom, there's a call from the workshop, he said the car is done, want to be delivered or taken?" Said Nadia carefully, she was afraid of being eaten by her boss, like her aura was very dark again.

"While Nad, it's still daylight. Look sikon dong if..." Suddenly Violin remembered something.

"Please share the phone number of the workshop just now, get rich now!"

Nadia nodded and then went back to her desk. Quickly type something on the phone and send it to Vio's number.

Violin got into the walk in closet, she called the workshop number for a while and then changed clothes. Looking around for jeans, t-shirts, and jackets. Throw in his Jimmy Choo shoes and grab a white Adidas kets.

His phone and wallet he put in a small sling bag. Shredding his hair in the style of a ponytail and then stepping past Juno who was still closed. Maybe he overslept, his brain was overloaded.

"All business love to Juno. Tell me I have some business outside."

"Good Mom." Nadia nodded obediently.

As Violin passes, Malik pokes Nadia's hand.

"Apaseh calak colek? Soap times, ah!" Nadia looked at Malik.

"Where are you going?"Malik's psyche-to-shit soul thrashed to see his boss skipping broad daylight.

"It's none of your business! Mrs Vio owner, you're a jongos. Like where he's going. Do your job, don't need to sign people!" Nadia.

Malik so sebel see Nadia's lips curly if again nagging. I can't really be invited.

Meanwhile, in the security post Jeffry already nangkring on his motorcycle gallantly. Complete with leather jacket and sunglasses. Inviting the ke-cop Toni and Andi.

"Haelaaahh. Why you?" Andi approached Jeffry, followed by Toni behind him.

"Get the candidate bini sir." Jeffry said with a song face as usual.

"So morning is still a prospective girlfriend, a little bit of a candidate bini aja." Toni chuckles. It was so entertaining with Jeffry's jokes.

"No need for long sir, let it be halal" replied Jeffry origin. It is the meaning of prayer.

"Hush, don't hurry, Tong. It's iddah time!"

"Relax sir, I'm patient but don't know later..." Jeffry's eyes were sidetracked with the appearance of Violin from behind the glass door.

The widow was dressed casually as a young man. The tail hair of his horse swayed left right following his steps. But his face was bent there were no smiles at all. But how cute is it in Jeffry's eyes? so more gemes. Automatically his mouth immediately whistled admiringly.

Toni and Andi lined up to greet Violin, they bowed respectfully.

Violin replied with a wave of hands, "Ck, I am not Atmanegara, don't overdo it!" vio said to the two security in front of him.

"Good Mom." Answer Toni and Andi compact. But they still bowed in respect to Violin. Crazy, the boss's son, eat what they are if they dare as good as a bidat.

"Hi..." Violin said hello to Jeffry. Tu son mah has been grinning from earlier. It was as if his life had gone without a burden.

Somehow so Nadia mentioned the name of the workshop, the first to appear in the mind of Vio was Jeffry the rancid. His laughter, his smile, his banter.

And again true Juno said, he had to heal. This is important because his mind is in chaos. He needs a break for a moment.

Looks like the right guy is Jeffry. He looks fun.

And again Violin wants to enjoy the fresh breeze by riding a motorcycle. Fixs be Jeffry the leaning guy here.

Witnessed by two security and CCTV life and death. Elaaahh. They are suffocated as Jeffry wears a helmet on Violin's head.

"OMF... OMG... OMG..the rumor is actually doongg!"

"Ah, crazy this mah, already depressed times tuh jendes, the choice of which kinyis-kinyis so! Banting stir bangeeett!"

"Ati-ati lo, it could be the young master who is disguised. Look at her looks!"

"Currently, most of you read novels online! Haluu!"

"Lo loi dooong, wear hugged again his waist!"

"Don't, Bambang! Yes, I want a snoring grip. Naek this bike!"

"Only Vio dong, limited edition channel there are only six in the world. It's worth it to buy three apartments."

Okay, we stay for a moment onlin gibbons in the building have an owner who gives them food, but who in-julid-in his son who gives them food. Well loh...

It's so funny that this world. Nice in-julid-in, ugly in block. But when you need begging like anj**g.

(Not othor yaa curses)

Skips.

"Where are we going, Tan?" screech Jeffry to Vio who is stuck behind his back. Jeffry who asked, the reason would be brought speeding. The road is 40 km/h. The mode of filling his head.

"As for you, the important thing is that I'm entertained!" reply Vio no less fast.

Duh, the dilemma. The answer is that, the important thing is to be entertained. Jeffry is a bad connotation. That means being entertained is not what matters Vio seneng right?

Ahem, to the hotel only time yak. In this way the chest is pounding the back of the mouth from earlier. It would be pingin diremes.

Jeffry is not a monk yes, although still a child yesterday afternoon, but his name is male in anchovy adepin let alone given sambal terasi, cucumber chocolate plus basil. Hmmmm...

Uh, auto slapped mom if caught. So don't get caught?

Aduuuhhh, why so many demons in Jeffry's head anyway. He shook his head, casting out demons.

"Are you okay, Jeff?" Vio asked, he was afraid Jeffry ayan in the middle of the road would bother his business.

"Okay Tan!" sahut Jeffery's. He tries to focus and make a plan.

Violin is an independent woman. He was a hard worker even though his father was rich seven climbs, seven turns, seven slides. The money will not run out until death.

Jeffry remembers the first time they met, Vio seemed very cool when the motorbike was running on retail gasoline. Jeffry was fascinated with his smile for the first time. Maybe the violin doesn't have just time to unwind.

Uh wait, Jeffry got the idea.

"Hold hold on, Tan! Want pol gas." said Jeffry. He stroked a bit of Vio's hand that was coiled around his stomach. Mayan ih while diving sniffing hands, dicil used to not papa.

"From the talk of speeding, until sore ass, run all this! You know me, right?!" Vio yells at Jeffry's eavesdropping.

"This one's real, let's gooo..." Jeffry tancap gas.

"Aaaaaaa. I'm flying Jeefffff..." Not his grip, Violin even spread her hands in excitement. Fortunately the streets were empty.

Jeffry smiled, he was happy to see Violin's last laugh.

This time Jeffry was really speeding, he wanted to bring his Aunt Vio somewhere. Jeffry sure Vio would have liked it.