Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Treasure, Throne and Love

What in the world makes you happy?

A treasure?

The throne?

Or love?

Of course everything makes you happy, depending on where your treasure, your throne and your love come from.

Something that begins with effort, the results will never betray. So says motivator.

So does Atmanegara currently have. His treasure, his throne all he has because of his love.

Maharani son of an UGM rector, his mother is an SD teacher, Rani who is desperate to love Atmanegara, a fisherman child from the outskirts of Jogja.

They met on a beach, at that time Atmanegara was helping his father pull a wooden boat on the beach.

Flocking with other fishermen drove the boat inland. Her teenage muscles are stretched out in her arms and stomach.

At midday when the sun is high, Atmanegara dripped sacks of fish to weigh in TPI (Fish Auction Place). To be sold to middlemen who have been waiting for the fish results of the fishermen.

The Maharani is fascinated at first sight. Atmanegara is sexy with reddish-brown skin because sunburn is so dashing in Rani's eyes.

Long story short they get acquainted, love and lead to rejection from Rani, of course.

Rani's family is very sensitive about education, rejecting Atmanegara who is only a graduate of STM (now SMK). They do not question where Atmanegara came from, want a child of fishermen, poor, educated origin.

Education is number one, education can change a person's fate, it can also change people's views. That's what the rector said.

Where's the money for college? Eating everyday is hard. And again Atmanegara brain capacity is not very supportive, he is stupid in theory. Often sleeps in class, skips lessons, but his grades are highest in practice.

The field he mastered was lobbying lobbying, he was good at negotiation, superior bureaucracy and a little cunning of course.

But Rani doesn't care. Not being highly educated doesn't mean stupid, right? He saw another potential in Atmanegara. So he decided to hold tightly to his lover's hand.

Armed with Rani's passion, determination and savings, they start a new venture.

Wake up both. They love their grief, tears and laughter.

Until the formation of the Marina Group is solid unparalleled (cement times ah).

Atmanegara looked at the towering building before him.

Proof of his love for Rani, Marina (Maharani Atmanegara). Then he glanced at the woman beside him, proof of their love for both of them.

"So how can grandfather give his blessing? I remember Mama saying that grandpa hasn't seen you guys succeed?" Violin found her father.

They walked into the lobby. Rarely, almost never seen.

Today they left for work from home together, in one car. Until Rion was astonished. Do I have to wait for Mom to die first to get along? That is how Rion's heart sounds.

Atmanegara grabbed Violin's waist to be more docked beside him. Vio was a bit suffocated in shock. But he regained control of the situation. He kept walking past the receptionist and into the directors elevator.

Atmanegara face plate, even though it has been a building about his son and father, they used to argue. Then this looks friendly. Wow wah waaahhh...

"Your grandfather and grandmother gave up Mama willingly." Atmanegara's whisper right after the elevator door closed.

Violin turned her head, "Papa playing shaman?" the accusation.

"Ck, Papa played stock not shaman."

"Then?" Vio Cecar.

"They were in an accident and in critical condition. Papa was the first person they were looking for."

"To leave Mama?"

"That's how I remember your grandfather holding Papa and Mama's hands. And then shut your eyes forever.

"The accident wasn't Papa's engineering, was it?" Violin remained suspicious.

"Papa never had power, Vio. Thinking of harming just never."

"Thank God..." Vio said relieved.

"What is that evil Papa in your eyes? Hm?" Atmanegara smiled. People used to look at him evil.

Many were also his subordinates who were secretly gossiping behind him. He doesn't care much about people's judgment. Do you know what they know about their lives?

But it turns out this is how it feels when your flesh blood values you bad?

When was the last time Atmanegara spoke intimately with his son, he himself forgot.

The elevator stopped on the 23rd floor, where Barbara Brand was based. Violin stepped her foot as the door opened. Atmanegara followed behind.

"Why what?" ask Vio suspiciously. He dislikes his father for his work.

"Almost by doang, the hunt's in. It's not good to be late. It will be a bad example of other employees."

Violin pouting. He walked while stomping his feet.

"Geez, it's so jolly. It looks like Maharani pas again crank." Atmanegara. He walked slowly behind the violin.

"Your nail polish spilled, got the Iuee file. !!!"

Malik ngibrit without right left, Stiletto ten centi sounding loud clashing with granite floor.

Atmanegara scrunched his forehead, this office already looks like a night market. I don't know what's running around in front of him? Humans, huh? Or astral?

This office is indeed Violin design to be more homy. Employees need a lot of inspiration for their work. He does not like formal workplaces that look boring.

Violin grimaced before the door of her study. Get ready to grumble. Yuuhhhh...

"Mom, Mr Juno's permission today?" Nadia's first greeting as Vio sits in his chair.

He's fretting, Juno permission again? How many times in a month has he had a permit?

Vio fiddled with his phone. He tried Juno's video call.

"Hmmm..." Juno's muttering voice from across. His face looks tormented.

"Is this now or am I firing?"

"Elaaahh, a day of prayer, Vi." Juno.

"You think your cooperation is? The one who should be grieving is me, isn't it you? What's the sudden permit?" Violin glared ferociously. The intonation is still safe, just a slight growl. Want to scream but Atmanegara is in a paying attention mode. Many are grateful for Elo Jun.

"It has to be my business today. Can no longer be delayed. I'm afraid of obscenity."

Violin was directly what Juno meant.

"Isn't it obscene?"

"Yes, but not loved anymore."

"Thank God..." Mumbled Vio. I swear I didn't see Juno's face.

"Gue love half a day, end it back at the office."

"Yeahh, kink. I'm not asking for a honeymoon holiday. Know myself."

"Good enough."

"Vi... "

Atmanegara grabbed Vio's phone, then pointed the camera at his face.

"What time is Jun? Me and Vio are there."

"Eeeh, B-father?" Juno suddenly saw the face of Atmanegara suddenly nongol on the screen of his phone.

"That's, anu." Juno replied nervously.

"Okay, you're sharing the loc now."

"Ready Sir."

Tuttts. Atmanegara returned Violin's phone.

"Pa, I have a job. There's no Juno no one to handle." Violin protest, it is.

"Here you are." Atmanegara waved his hand calling Nadia.

"I, Sir?" Nadia Sahut. He was angry but there was no one near him. So it was he who was called.

Nadia approached timidly. This time, he faced the legend. Suddenly his hands were cold sweat. Very angry at her.

"Give me his job desk. Let him handle it. You come out a lot of money for their salary, pinter dikit dong wear." Omel Atmanegara. He seemed confident in Nadia's ability.

"S-sa-me Ma'am?" Nadia stutters. It's a big project and Atmanegara has Nadia in his hands. Crazy one!

"Here, he's in charge." Vio raised his chin pointing at Atmanegara.

About ten minutes Vio had a discussion with Nadia. Atmanegara waited by checking the movement of JCI on his tablet.

"Mom..." Tau-tau Vio had already grabbed the bag on his shoulder and prepared to leave. Atmanegara.

"Juno is being loved, ntar is getting spoiled." grumbled Vio.

Atmanegara chuckled, "assume a reward."

Before leaving Vio's room, Atmanegara approached Nadia and patted her on the shoulder.

"You can do it." Atmanegara said sure. Then pass away.

The effect?

Justjust wonderful. Just three words 'you can't' from an Atmanagara's mouth instantly made Nadia optimistic a thousand percent.

Whoa...

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