Stepmom Cold Bed
Leasewoman

By midnight, Maureen could not close her eyes. He looked at the ceiling of his room which was white but the drowsiness was getting away. I don't know why he felt so nervous tonight. Either because of the arrival of the Anggoro family to this house or because of other things that he could not explain.

That solitude made Maureen daydream. He recalled how his schoolmates used to mock him because he grew up in a parlour.

“Maureen outcast, Maureen bastard son, hahahaha...” That mockery is still on his mind to this day.

When alone, those annoying voices felt so disturbing to him. He always had trouble forgetting that until sometimes he did crazy things to please himself.

As of this moment, Maureen suddenly woke up and moved from her soft sofa. It was almost ten in the evening and he decided to change his clothes. She also wears thin makeup and a bright red lipstick with a little ombre making her lips look full.

He tied his hair high and put on a jacket. Wedges become a complement to his appearance. He picked up his phone and wrote a message for someone. An address he sent along with the writing,

“Temenin I.” As the message.

“What time is this Mo?” the reply message he received from his college friend first. A friend who is always fun to hang out with.

“Lo want this?” reply Maureen with a picture of the luxury watch she included.

Sometimes to have friends it is necessary to capitalize on money.

“Gue otewe.” Easy is not, who was there immediately agreed to Maureen's invitation.

Without a second thought, Maureen immediately took the keys to her car. He came out of the room when some of the lights were turned off. Down the stairs with his high-heeled sandals, making a slight rowdy sound was heard.

Byan, who had not fallen asleep that night, peeked out a little from the door. He saw a woman in feminine clothes and slightly open down the stairs, who else if not Maureen.

Byan looked at the clock, it was ten in the evening. “Crazy, where is that stepmom going?” muttered Byan who was curious.

Smelling her perfume that spoils the smell, certainly makes Byan suspicious. He immediately took his jacket and car keys. He crept down the stairs. When Maureen turned her head, she immediately went into hiding.

“Akh, ****!” byan grunts when he accidentally nudges a vase of flowers and almost drops it.

If only the movement of his hand was too late, it was certain that the vase would have been blown apart on the floor.

Not seeing anything behind him, Maureen continued her steps. He got into the car and before long, the car drove out the gate and mingled with other vehicles.

After a while and feeling Maureen was far enough away, Byan followed. He followed Maureen from behind with a considerable distance. He did not want Maureen to recognize his car and his efforts to do reconnaissance, failed.

In front of a large club, Maureen's car is parked. Byan had already seen no signs of Maureen's existence. Maybe the woman came in. Byan enters, mingling among the people in disguise and invisible to Maureen.

Basically he is an amateur in reconnaissance, he is confused himself looking for the object he is following. Starting from looking around the first floor of the club, there are no women who wear black clothes with a slightly open look typical of Maureen.

“Where is the stepmom?” byan muttered. He walked towards the second floor, maybe from there he could see Maureen who was looking for him.

Byan was standing near the guardrail. His eyes were rolling around looking around the first floor.

“Need partners?” a woman whispered in his ear.

“Soaring!” yelled Byan while pushing the woman away.

“Awh! Very rough anyway.” Decide the woman in annoyance. But Byan did not respond. He is still searching for Maureen's whereabouts.

Walking around the second floor, here he saw many couples who were enjoying their time. They make out and embrace each other, toast alcoholic beverages and anything else they find fun.

Fortunately, Byan was already used to seeing such things.

At one point, Byan's steps came to a halt. He saw Maureen on the dance floor. Her curly hair that was once tied high now fell down. Her beautiful hair wave seemed to move with energy in rhythm with the bang of disco music. His gleaming movements were indeed very attention-getting.

Several men approached Maureen, about to touch her or touch her. But Maureen is good at taking care of herself. He knew exactly how to avoid the plagues of the adam who wanted him.

“Crazy, this real female pro.” Byan muttered.

Unknowingly, he took a glass of drink from a waiter and gulped it. He simply enjoyed the Maureen dance until the music stopped. Her mysterious and sexy style is indeed a hallmark of this stepmother.

“You added boss?” bargain waiter.

“Enough.” Sahut Byan while putting a glass on the tray of the waiter. He turned his head for a moment to the man beside him and when he looked back at the dance floor, Maureen was no longer there.

“Where are the people? It says so much.” Byan muttered. His eyes went back around, sweeping the view of every corner that was before him.

“Kok no?” Byan went back down, it was possible that Maureen was sitting at the bar and was enjoying her drink.

But until he reached the bar, there was no shadow Maureen was looking for.

“Where are you going?” muttered Byan who was beginning to despair. He looked around and also turned back. There was nothing he saw other than the crowd.

“ASTAGA!” it was as if Maureen was suddenly behind him. Byan's heart was pounding with shock. How could Maureen disappear and appear so suddenly?

Sealing, Maureen stared at him fully in search.

“For why are you here?” ask Maureen. He brushed his hair violently, making Byan could see his neck that level and white looks sexy when illuminated by disco lights.

“WOY!” Maureen flicked her finger as Byan was only speechless.

“Anaan anyway?!” byan exclaimed while shaking off Maureen's hand.

“Emang you doang who can come here? Without Anggoro's wealth, I can still buy all the drinks here.” Challenge Byan with jumawa.

Maureen just chuckled softly at Byan's words.

“Elang? Wh who? You?” asked Byan in succession while pointing at Maureen.

“Yak.” Maureen with jumawa. His eyes were glaring haughtily. He was still not out of thought, how could in every place he have to meet with his stepson. The vast and free world was suddenly narrow and unpleasant.

“ Stepmother, you're not an eagle. But a crow. Or a flamingo whose hobby is one foot.”

“Ak ak ak ak!” ledek Byan exemplifies the sound of a crow and flamingo along with flapping his hands.

“HAHA! Funny!” cynical Maureen squinted her eyes.

Not willing to deal long, he chose to leave this place.

“Please continue the attraction, crow. AK!!” maureen exclaimed as she raised both her hands in annoyance.

Byan really bothered him.

He left just like that from the front of Byan who was gaping shocked to see Maureen's behavior. When he arrived at the mouth of the door, he contacted someone.

“Gue wait at regular cafe. Lo later!” maureen was upset. After that he immediately got into his car and left this place.

“Sial, where else is stepmom?” inner Byan when she saw Maureen leaving just like that. He lost track again.

****

“Why change places?” ask a woman approaching Maureen at a cafe.

Maureen did not answer. He prefers to sip his drink up the toilet. The girl's question even upset her, as it reminded her of Byan.

The girl sat next to Maureen. “Lo really is Mo?” ask the sexy dressed girl named Tifani.

“Pusing me!” grunts Maureen. He took a cigarette out of his bag. But when looking for matches, it turns out there is no.

“Job!” he got upset himself and stopped lighting his cigarette.

“But! Lo why the hell? Angry unclear gini?” Tifani so look at Maureen who he has known since the first semester of college.

Maureen did not answer. He took something from his bag and showed it to Tifani.

“Wiihhhh who is this? How cute bener.” Tifani's eyes immediately rounded when he saw a photo that Maureen showed.

“My stepson.” The Maureen.

“Hah?!” Tifani threw the photo out of shock.

“Truly stepson lo?” he repeated the question.

Maureen nodded slowly with a serious face.

“Help me make him make a mistake. Later I love the apartment that you want.” Tawar Maureen's. He also presented a box containing luxury watches of his collection.

“Waahh lo serious Mo?” tifani's eyes immediately sparkled.

“Emang I ever lied?” Maureen asked back. My eyes that look tired actually seem sexy. Plus his curly hair was a little messy.

“Ya. How's the cheating way? I can't miss a guy like this.” Tifani's great-grandson who was smiling was not clear.

From the first moment he saw Byan's face, his heart immediately rippled. Instead of wanting to get rid of it, Tifani instead wants to get it.

Seeing his friend's interest, Maureen took out a piece of paper.

“Just make him sign this agreement.” Mildly spoken. He stuffed the fries into his mouth and chewed them casually.

Tifani immediately picked up the paper in front of him. Reading it a moment ago, he smiled.

“Pantesan lo want to give me an apartment, gilaaaa lo can be a billionaire widow if this way.” Exclaimed Tifani who stared in admiration at Maureen.

Maureen only smiled slightly, she and Tifani were indeed both matre as this was a necessity.

“Can't lo?” ask Maureen later.

“Akh is easy. But, can I sleep with him?” tifani Pinta.

“Solar lo. I don't care. Just make him sign there, the rest make lo.”

“Waaaakkk easy bangeeett bestie!! Give me a month, you can get it all. But, if I need capital, lo do not stingy yak.” Tifani was so enthusiastic.

Maureen did not answer, she only offered a debit card for Tifani.

“Passwordnya date of birth lo. Lo pack as much.” Speak lightly.

“Wow! With pleasure Mo!!!!” Tifani immediately took the debit card and hugged Maureen tightly.

Maureen only smiled slightly, she did need Tifani for this.

In his mind, after Byan was knocked out, he could certainly avenge him.

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