Stepmom Cold Bed
Two strangers

Byantara Ethan Anggoro, writing on the signboard on his desk. After the board decision, he currently serves as the director of development. But unfortunately, his job is not to check the file or check the progress of the project, but to daydream while playing the pendulum pendulum pendulum newton ball.

His chin, covered in fine hair, rests on his left arm while his right hand plays a pendulum in front of him. Don't ask about his thoughts, of course not being in this place.

“Excuse me sir,” said a woman who knew when to enter her room. Maybe he had already knocked on the door just that Byan had not heard it.

He put a fairly thick document near Byan.

“Marketing director asks you to check this document. He wants to get an immediate answer related to the progress of elite housing development so that he can immediately develop a promotional plan.” The woman who currently serves as Byan's secretary.

“Did he check it too?” asked Byan weakly. His voice was barely audible as it was just a small mutter.

“Sorry, who do you mean?” the new secretary was confused by Byan.

“Director planning. Did he check it?” again Byan asked.

“You mean, madam Maureen?”

Byan nodded weakly. It had been a few days that Byan and Maureen were rarely involved. Maureen more often go out of the office whether it is a job problem or just a reason to meet Vishnu.

At home, Maureen and Byan live their lives. Even though they live under the same roof, they still take care of each other's business. Rarely do they talk to each other, except at breakfast and dinner.

Like something was missing, Byan felt lonely because there was nothing he could argue with.

“Oh, I'm sorry sir, madam Maureen has not checked this document. When the project is running, then the responsibility turns to the master. Madam Maureen has not interfered anymore. The monitoring function is entirely within the authority of the lord.” The secretary's name is Lusi.

“Didn't he want to know which project he's planning has gone as far? It's possible that I made a mistake and needed a correction.” Byan insisted that he wanted to be corrected by Maureen.

“No sir. Mrs Maureen will not interfere with the authority of another director, even if there is a mistake. Except, management meeting submits for project.” review Patiently explained.

Byan was stunned for a moment. He thought, is it possible that he should create problems with his project in order to be reviewed by Maureen?

Akh no. Byan immediately straightened his body and shook his head when he realized that until it happened then there is management will doubt his ability. His chance to take over the company will be out of his hands.

No, Byan can't let that happen. He reaffirmed his determination in his heart that Maureen was his rival. He must immediately defeat the wanta so as not to grow his business planning and make him look superior in the eyes of management.

“Bring me the construction documents of the suspension bridge. I want to see the progress.” Pinta Byan suddenly. His spirit suddenly increased by many times.

“Good sir, please wait.” Susi, bowing her body before leaving, left Byan who began to take her pen and prepared to cross out findings that did not match her expectations.

Maybe by looking smart and resplendent he will find another way to attract the attention of Maureen who later often busy with his phone.

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Tiredness felt right by Maureen who just came home from work. He was back at about eight in the evening. While passing through the dining room, he paused his steps only to see a large food hood still attached and covered his meal.

“You want to shower first or have dinner first lady?” ask a waiter who received Maureen's briefcase.

“Make me a chicken steak without sauce only. I'll eat after the shower.” Pinta Maureen who then continued her steps towards the room.

He saw for a moment the door to Byan's room and it was tightly shut. Looks like the man has locked himself in the room. This day they did not meet just hear the news that Byan began to do his job properly.

For Maureen, it actually does not matter if then Byan who became the main director of Anggoro Corp., as long as all the rights he can still get.

Entering the room and Maureen immediately disarmed one by one the clothes covering her body. His body became lighter after he did not wear a single piece of cloth on his body. He immediately went into the bathroom, stood under the shower and began to flutter his body.

Aahh, this warm water is very delicious when raining the surface of his skin. Long enough Maureen spent her time bathing. He just came out after feeling his body was completely clean.

Just wearing a pijama, Maureen went down to the dining room to just fill her rumbling stomach.

Last afternoon he indeed refused a dinner invitation from one of his business partners because of his disrespectful attitude. The bald-haired man continued to tease her and made Maureen fed up. So he chose to go home hungry compared to dinner alone with someone he did not like.

While enjoying her dinner, Maureen looked out of the house through the window. He saw the lights on brighter than usual. There was a shadow of someone who was silent in the garden.

“Is there anyone in the park?” Maureen's starting to be alert. He was worried that an intruder would break into his mansion.

“Yes mistress, young master is painting in the garden.” A servant's hand.

“You sure? These nights?” Maureen stared in disbelief at her servant.

“Iya mistress.” The servant did not dare to raise his face.

“Currently young master is patching the south wall of madam.”

Maureen moved from her place while thinking. The south wall means the end wall of the pool. Byan what's that wall? Just make me curious.

“Make me tea.” Order Maureen who then choose to go to the back garden. There was something he had to check in order to calm his own mind.

Seen from the window, Byan is indeed looking at the south wall. It is not clear what was drawn by Byan. He thought, just be careful if the picture of Byan even damage the view of the back garden.

“Teh you mistress.”

The tea was delivered and Maureen picked it up immediately. He went out of the house and approached Byan who looked fun to make his murals. His ash-coloured clothes were filled with paint and some cans of paint seemed to have been used by the sturdy man.

Maureen watched from her place. He must admit that the wall paintings made by Byan are quite interesting. The pictures he made seemed to be alive and dimensionless. Flowers that seem to float on the surface of the water, the wind that seems to blow and the image of some fish are very imaginative and beautiful.

On appeal to lead the company, Byan is more piaway painting. Maureen's stepson should have realized that.

“You're home, stepmom?” the smiling greeting Byan wryly saw the arrival of Maureen who was looking at her painting.

Maureen could see some of Byan's face exposed to colorful paint.

“What do you see this for?” the upset Decik Maureen. Byan's question is really pleasant.

Instead of answering, Byan chuckled. He washed his hands with paint and put his painting tools. His imagination had already disappeared since seeing Maureen's arrival.

“How is my painting? Good isn't it?” after his hands cleared, Byan approached Maureen and took over the tea in Maureen's hands and gulped it down.

“Hey, be polite a little!” maureen exclaimed in annoyance.

Then his stepson took his drink and then he sipped.

“A mother will give anything to her child, then do what you should do.” Typal Byan with a wry smile at Maureen.

He returned the cup to Maureen after it had been swallowed.

“Looks like your mother never taught you manners in parents.” Decik Maureen is upset.

“Hey!” suddenly Byan called out to Maureen.

The girl was immediately shocked.

“Don't ever bring my mother in our conversation, your mouth doesn't deserve to call it. If anything bad to me, it's a breed from Anggoro.” Byan did not accept.

Maureen did not chim in, she preferred to turn her face away from Byan. Byan's gaze was too frightening. He could see that the discussion about Andini is taboo for him to do as a stepmother who is considered to seize the attention of Anggoro.

He walked closer to the edge of the pool and looked at the mural byan while calming himself down. He only knew that Byan's reaction could be as extreme as it was when he touched on his mother's problems.

Maureen realized, apparently the boy loved his mother very much and hated his father.

“Your words always position someone lower than you. And this time I agree that it is the Anggoro.” mas breed Typhoon Maureen. If Byan knew, the loss of parents he loved was not only experienced by him but also Maureen.

Byan just smiled cynically at Maureen's chimpanzee. Tumben once this woman agreed to his words, what was he often denigrated by Anggoro? Then why would you marry her?

Akh yes, of course because Anggoro men money. All women are like that, will be silent when dealing with men with money. And Maureen makes no difference, Byan thought.

Without Byan being conscious, arguing like this with Maureen became something he had always been looking forward to. He felt that their debate made his life more colorful not only black and white like canvas. He also became aware of Maureen's point of view which was sometimes outside the thinking of women in general.

"I do have the Anggoro breed but you won't be able to get rid of and manipulate me like you did against Anggoro." Byan was eager to chimed in on Maureen's last sentence.

Maureen did not bother with Byan's words, after all, she did not intend to look good on her stepson's mind.

“Clean yourself before entering. Do not let any paint stains that dirty the floor of my house.” Order Maureen before you leave. He was lazy to argue with Byan, his body was too tired and wanted to rest.

Byan doesn't chim in. He looked at the mural he made. The natural scenery he had seen with his mother for the last time was exactly one day before the fateful accident that claimed his mother's life.

Akh, it feels like just yesterday, in fact it has been almost nine years. He still did not want the young woman to replace her mother.

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