Stepmom Cold Bed
Inheritor

A luxury car drove fast from the airport to the Anggoro residence. Byantara was the only son of Anggoro and his first wife, Andini.

After his father's death, he is forced to return home by Ruwina and Edwin because according to both companies will be destroyed if it falls into the hands of Maureen, his stepmother.

Akh, hearing the term stepmother, Byan's feelings were really uncomfortable. There is a sense of shame every time remembering how the behavior of the father who often played with many women even when his mother was still there.

The thing that never disappeared from his memory is when his mother died in an accident, and even then because of finding Anggoro who was alone with a woman the night in a hotel. That's what made Byan finally decided to go abroad and start his new business there. He does not want to be tied to the big name Anggoro which he thinks is very disappointing.

“Byan, you must remember, if the woman is not entitled to your papah heritage. Even though you are very angry with your father, you still can not let the woman who controls the kingdom of his legacy business. She will definitely arbitrarily treat om and your grandmother.”

“She also owns the main house your papah built for your mother. Are you willing to let the house fall into the hands of that greedy woman?” Edwin's voice full of provocation was still heard from the telephone connection.

Byan opened the roof of his car, so that more free air into his car. Hearing all Edwin's complaints, made his chest rumble and his breathing tight. That gust of wind blowing his hair also blew his memories into the past.

He indeed cussed the mistake of the late Anggoro but the woman who became his stepmother, according to Byan is very ignorant. How could it be that just by being his father's wife for two days, the woman immediately controlled all of Anggoro's wealth?

“You should also think of grandma, Byan. What if the woman took everything and drove Grandma out into the streets? Grandma is old, there is no shelter except you and your om.” This time Ruwina's voice sounded. It was even accompanied by a sad sobbing from the old woman's mouth.

“When papah makes a lot of mistakes against mama, you just shut up. Now, you guys are using me as a tool to deal with that woman.” Decik Byan who smiled cynically. He is not out of thought with two people who he thinks are quite ignorant of this self.

“We do not defend your mother. But your father holds full power. Where might we dare to fight him, Byan.” Edwin's timpal was full of despair.

Byan did not chim in, he preferred to end the phone call and focus on the streets in front of him. What exactly is the figure of the woman who makes him have to intervene?

On the way, Byan wore sunglasses to ward off the sunlight that dazzled his eyes. He tuned his favorite rock genre music to increase his adrenaline. He can't wait to meet a woman who is said to be sneaky by his uncle and grandmother.

The trip was enjoyed byan for a while. Blowing wind he let fly his hair without pomade. Truly, he also missed the atmosphere of this city that he left eight years ago.

Much has changed from this city. More neat and clean even though the air is still not as cool as before.

“Uhuk!” Byan coughed when he breathed too deeply. Hah, that relief is no longer felt.

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In a different place, Maureen was still enjoying her lunch alone. He was accompanied only by two servants who stood behind him and waited for Maureen's next decree.

One cut of toast, into Maureen's mouth. The wheat bread that usually tasted good this time did not feel comfortable when it entered his throat. I don't know what's wrong with this food.

Occasionally he turned to the main chair where Anggoro usually sat.

Cut the steak for her and give it to Maureen as an expression of love. Their relationship was that close even before they decided to get married. The shadow of the man was still clearly visible especially when he saw a wreath lined up in front of his house.

“Bi,” pangil Maureen on her maid.

“Yes young mistress.” One servant immediately approached and bowed behind Maureen.

“Clear wreaths around the house immediately. I don't want to see him anymore. The smell is too bothering me.” Maureen.

Seeing such a bouquet of flowers made Maureen feel equally in the same grave as her late husband.

“Good mistress, we will clean.” The servant obeyed.

Maureen no longer spoke. He chose to sip his drink that felt warm even though the air today was not hot. There were still dew points gathered on the leaves.

Followed by the sound of footsteps firmly someone entered his house. Maureen thought that the most also Edwin who always tucked her out of this house.

“What your mistress is at home.” Asked a vague man heard by Maureen.

“There's sir. He's having lunch.” Said the butler to a man.

The man now stood in front of Maureen, took off his glasses and smiled at the woman who looked shocked at his arrival.

“Happy day stepmom.” Sapa Byan nodded.

Maureen scrunched her forehead. He knows the line of this man's face, it feels familiar.

“Sorry madam, he is Mr. Byantara, our young master. The only son of the late master Anggoro.” The bright butler who nodded politely at Maureen.

“Or you can call me, heir Anggoro.” Imbuh Byan with a thin smile full of threats.

“Sure, please enter my son. Have you had lunch?” Maureen asked calmly. Just look at his facial expression that seems to mock the recognition of Byan as the heir.

Byan did not reply, he walked closer to the dining table and pulled one of the chairs roughly. He said he didn't need an offer.

“No need to mince words, I don't need a friendly feigned welcome from a cheap woman.” Say Byan while sitting on a chair and put his bag on the table with a rough.

The servant who saw the behavior of his young master was stunned. But Maureen remained calm seeing the behavior of Byan who deliberately provoked his emotions.

“I don't have to pretend to welcome you because actually your arrival wasn't expected here. My husband never even discussed that I would have a stepson who doesn't know manners like you.”

“I think, you hungry bum.” Maureen smiled cynically as she gulped her drink elegantly. He thought, no one can humiliate him in this house.

“BRAK!!” Byan kicked the table hard. The butler and the two maids behind Maureen were stunned. They broke out in cold sweat looking at the sharp gaze between Maureen and Byan.

But Maureen remained with her composure.

“Give him enough to eat until he is full. After that, tell him to leave. I'm not used to one dining table with humans have no manners on parents.” Decik Maureen put the napkin in her hand violently.

He moved out of his place, leaving the brooding Byan annoyed in his place.

If Maureen wasn't a woman, maybe she'd take her on a duel.

Looking at the non-chilling Byan, Maureen only smiled slightly. It seemed that he had managed to silence the mouth of the older man. Remember, in this case she is the wife of the late owner of this house. So it is he who is more powerful.

“Phone my subscription salon. I want home treatment.” Order Maureen before actually leaving.

“Good mistress.” One of the servants.

Byan only screeched at Maureen's words. Apparently the woman was flaunting her power in front of Byan.

“Someone who previously had nothing, it would indeed be very hilarious when visited by a small diamond.” Mumbled Byan who was smiling cynically at the shadow of his stepmother.

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