Stepmom Cold Bed
Love Statement

Holidays, it's time to laze around. That's what Byan is doing now. When abroad if the weekend usually he will wake up during the day, deliberately not open the gallery and even go to play ball. But here, he was lazier than that.

Maybe because the burden of his work is more so that he always feels the loss of a lot of energy and it takes longer to restore his energy. He felt right, squeezing the muscles and mind had a much different effect. Although just sitting in a soft and comfortable work chair, in fact working with the brain is much more tiring.

“Akh, very fast sunrise, I still very ngantuukkk.” The sunlight that entered through the gap of his room curtain, became Byan's greatest enemy at the moment.

He took his pillow and covered his face with a pillow. It is not glare but makes his breath tight.

“Gruukkk The noise of his intestines was clear, probably because it was already quite noon.

If filling your stomach with healthy food is not part of your basic human needs, you may not wake up. He would hug his roll all day and laze on the bed.

“Gruukk This is the second sound that Byan felt.

“Okey okay I wake up!”

Byan was upset by the sound of his own stomach that could not be conditioned. Because his dinner was not good so he only ate a little. Various side dishes are presented on a long and large dining table but do not attract the taste in the slightest. Maybe because he ate alone.

Eventually, Ryan decided to wake up. With her hair still in disarray and eyes half-closed, she searched for her phone. His eyes reflexively pinched as the light of the phone screen made his pupils shrink back.

“Sial, no sun no hp, all told me to wake up.” Byan grumbled while scratching his itchy head. It seems he really needs a shower.

Byan got out of his bed and walked towards the balcony. He needs to breathe fresh air after a night using only AC only.

The curtains were opened and at the same time his eyes were perfectly rounded.

“Crazy, again what's the stepmother bar-bar?” byan muttered as he looked at Maureen who was doing yoga down there.

Maureen was doing Chair Pose and made Byan look with her beautiful curves intact.

“Malah sports there. No loss what seen with gardener.” Decik Byan turned his back to Maureen and leaned against the Balcony fence.

But curious too until he decided to look again for a while. His instinct as a man regretted the beautiful scenery he let it pass.

“She steps away from Byan.” Said Byan himself who finally chose not to pay attention to Maureen anymore.

He went into the room and prepared to take a shower. Perhaps by refreshing his body, his mind would be clearer.

An hour passed, Byan and Maureen were already both neat. They met at the door of each other's rooms.

Byan was dressed casually while Maureen was neat, like she was about to travel. The fragrance of Maureen perfume immediately greeted Byan's olfactory nerves gently. Byan could have guessed that Maureen might have met the opposite sex.

“Ehm! Want to go in droves huh?” god's relaxed.

He walked first in front of Maureen and down the stairs.

“Not your business.” Timpal Maureen doesn't like it.

He climbed down the stairs faster than Byan in a hurry. His steps only stopped when suddenly there was an incoming message.

“Truly you can't come? Said he was paying off debt.” The message was from Vishnu.

Maureen did not reply with words but only with an annoyed-faced sticker.

“Hahahaha.. Your sticker search starts fast. Looks like all the stickers you added as favorites.” Ledek Vishnu's.

Maureen was actually lazy to chimed in on this man. If only he had no debt and was not curious how Vishnu knew so much about himself, perhaps he would not have replied to these men's messages. This man is indeed good at making Maureen curious.

But on the other hand, there is Vishnu who always sends him a message to make Maureen feel has friends. Yes even though there are certain moments where he just wants to be alone like now.

And this time, Maureen was forced to retaliate again.

“Share your location, I will pay my debt today.” Reply Maureen who did not want to extend the talks.

“Alright, this is the location. I wait.” Vishnu Reply.

Byan, who accidentally saw the message on Maureen's phone screen, was a little curious about what these two people would do if they met. He thought, maybe he would find something he could use to corner Maureen.

“Ngapain is here?” ask Maureen who is aware that Byan is peeking at her message from behind. He immediately hid his phone screen in his chest.

“I want to make a cake, what's your business?” timpal Byan who pretended to squirm and walked left Maureen.

"Don't be important until you feel like all eyes are on you." His impression, reneging on Maureen's mind that felt noticed by Byan.

“Dih, freak!” decik Maureen is upset. Early in the morning was annoying, making Maureen reluctant to be close to Byan at too often.

He threw his foot into the dining room. He prefers to leave this house to settle his debt with Vishnu.

“No breakfast first?” yell Byan.

The middle finger became Maureen's answer to her stepson. Too much base according to him. Though Byan must know, his attitude made Maureen upset.

“Hahahaha... crazy, basic stepmom bar-bar!” Bya chuckles at her place. This is what if you have a stepmother whose age is far below her. His desire to disturb him was much higher.

The sound of Maureen's car engine was heard burning. Byan's ears immediately tapered and rushed to see him. He ran small to the yard but Maureen was gone first.

“Sial! Why didn't he have breakfast? I didn't have a chance to scratch the info where he was going?” byan's grumbling was his own.

“Gue after akh.” He said while taking the car keys in place.

He had not even had a drink but had to catch up with Maureen. His car tires squeaked as he stepped on the gas pedal with vigor.

Getting into the streets and mingling with other vehicles, making Byan have to try hard to find Maureen's car. Though he has launched his car quickly but the trail of Muareen cars remains unsubstantiated.

“Crazy for girls, take her car as fast as anything?” muttered Byan who remained vigilant looking for the presence of Maureen cars in three different lanes.

Sometimes he used the right lane just to find Maureen's car.

“I've been kayaking PJR.” Byan complains when aware of his behavior as if on patrol, rebuking the truck so as not to be on the right lane.

He returned to the middle lane and continued his journey. In his head he kept thinking, which place might Vishnu come to entertain Maureen.

Byan decides to contact Vishnu and pretends to ask about his whereabouts. He looked for his phone in his pocket but did not see it.

“Where to hape me?” he mumbled his own confusion. He searched in his pocket not on the dashboard let alone.

“Akh shit, even missed.” Grunts while hitting the steering wheel.

In a hurry, he forgot to bring his phone.

“Nyari Vishnu should go in which direction is this?” Byan pensively for a moment. There are two toll roads in front of it and one non-toll road turn.

He slammed the steering wheel to the left, not getting into the highway.

“Kids are usually romantic and somewhat fussy. Definitely to a tacky place to seduce my stepmom.” Guess which Byan was thinking.

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The location of a cafe has been sent Vishnu some time ago. He deliberately vacated this place so that not many people come on weekends like this. He had prepared a lily bucket for Maureen because he intended to express his feelings for the beautiful woman.

For more than a week he approached Maureen. Many things he began to know both from social media or from the results of his conversation with Maureen himself.

He began to know Maureen's hobby is playing golf, his favorite lobster food and he is a lover of thriller films. What else should he know? I think that's enough.

Armed with that information, finally he decided to express his feelings to the woman who made his heart beat fast. With Maureen's response always quick to reply to his message, he was very confident that Maureen also put Vishnu as his priority.

“Akh, what's less ya?” he asked himself. He was afraid Maureen was disappointed to find one flaw in him.

He searched on the internet site, things that may be liked by women with zodiac sign of Aries. Starting from fashion tastes, preferred topics of conversation to more intimate relationships.

Vishnu chuckles to himself when he sees many tips that he can try to apply to independent and assertive women like Maureen. According to one article, the aries woman loved openness and was given freedom. He also likes to get caught up in problems and find his own solutions. It's very interesting. He had already taken the stage that his job was to support Maureen wholeheartedly in order to feel accompanied.

“Okey, I get it.” Vishnu.

So far his efforts have always managed to make Maureen curious about him. They communicate intensely through messages or phones to talk about many things, especially the problem of tourist attractions. Vishnu had found a conversation material that Maureen could always accept, so this time he was very confident that his efforts would succeed.

“Welcome miss, can anyone help?” greet a servant when he sees the arrival of Maureen.

“I have an appointment with,”

“Hay!” suddenly, Vishnu greeted him with a bright smile.

“She has an appointment with me.” Vishnu.

“Oh well, please in further.” Say the waiter politely.

Maureen took off her sunglasses and paid attention to her surroundings. He must admit that the place chosen by Vishnu is quite comfortable for someone who does not like the crowd like Maureen.

“Here.” Invite Vishnu to show Maureen a place.

“Thank you.” His slightly stern voice became his own opium for Vishnu.

“Where to travel, smoothly?” he began to talk.

“Currently, the road is quite stretchy.”

Maureen sat on the chair Vishnu had drawn for her. They sit facing.

“Thank God, I'm afraid you're stuck in traffic because it's usually the weekend, the streets are densely crawling.”

“By the way, this is a flower for you. I hope you like.” The flower bucket was handed over wholeheartedly by Vishnu.

“I'm not on birthday.” Maureen scrunched her forehead confused.

“Why should always wait for a birthday to give something meaningful?” tymphal Vishnu. I want to give the flower to Maureen.

“Do I also have to pay for this flower?” Maureen.

“Hahahha. Here I give it to you. Not to be paid. So accept.”

“Someone will never give anything for free, there must be a point. So what do you mean?” Maureen still did not accept it.

“Jeez, have you always been this wary? I think we know each other quite well, but it seems like you don't trust me.” Vishnu began to despair.

“I asked first. Because I think it's weird when someone gives you something for free. There will always be a price to pay. For example,”

“Because I like you. Is that reason enough?” Vishnu said to cut Maureen's sentence. He broke Maureen's line of chattering about the reason for giving each other until the girl clenched her mouth forced.

“Then I can't accept it.” Sahut Maureen later.

“Hah?” vishnu's hearing was suddenly unclear. No, rather he was not prepared for a rejection.

“You don't like me?” Vishnu repeated his curiosity. He looked at Maureen inexhaustibly. When sending messages, Maureen always replies to him quickly but when meeting in person, she becomes aware of Maureen's expression behind the scenes.

“Yes. There will be no more relationship between us than the relationship of the debtor and the payer.” Maureen's answer was so firm.

“What? You serious?” Vishnu stared in disbelief at the young girl before him.

“You think, what do I mean by asking how you've been doing this past week? We tell each other, laugh together over the phone or chat and many things we talk about, trivial things temeh but beautiful. I take my time for you because I have feelings for you. And now you're saying, we're just debtors and payers?”

"Did you always put something like this together?" vishnu said he did not understand.

“It's done?” maureen asked just after Vishnu closed his mouth.

“Ya.” Vishnu wanted to hear Maureen's next sentence.

“Okey, let me make it straight. Our relationship is only debtors and payers. I didn't respond to you because I liked you. I am a widow, widow Anggoro. I can't possibly have a relationship with another man.”

“If you think your efforts are taking up your time, then tell me, how much should I pay to make up for your time? I don't want to harm someone for the actions I did.” Urai Maureen firmly and coldly.

“Gosh. Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not asking you to pay for my time. Understand the context of our conversation. I did it because I like you. I like you very much.” Vishnu tried to explain.

“Okey, you said you liked me. But, from what you said earlier, it's all about your feelings and all your efforts that you feel very proud of. You didn't involve my feelings during our conversation. How can I love someone as selfish as you?” Maureen replied firmly Vishnu's sentence until the man stuttered could not chimed.

True to what Byan said, this woman is very fond of arguing and difficult to conquer. His mind was complicated unlike the one described on the blog he read.

“You can't answer it.” Maureen smiled slightly.

He took something out of his handbag and put it in front of Vishnu.

“I asked a professional repair shop about the cost of car repairs and they told him. I hope this can pay off for your help yesterday and your wasted time.” Resolute Maureen who gave the check to Vishnu.

He nodded politely and passed away after leaving a large bernimonal check in the presence of Vishnu.

Vishnu was just stunned, staring at Maureen's departure in an inexhaustible manner. Less than ten minutes of conversation took place when he had prepared the concept of meeting with Maureen for days.

He never thought that Maureen would reject him outright. The girl did not even receive the lilies Vishnu had prepared. A woman too strong to conquer.

Out there, without Vishnu knowing there is Byan who heard his chat with Maureen. He only realized that Vishnu seemed to really like Maureen not only because he wanted to help him take down Maureen.

But then she could smile a little when she heard clearly that Maureen was rejecting her love.

“Udah I said, she is not a careless woman.” Byan muttered. Somehow he smiled a little at Maureen's rejection of her best friend. There was a relief of his own that he felt.

"Nu, you okay?"

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