Stepmom Cold Bed
Leader's stick

The back garden, became the place that finally made the two people meet. Distraught, Byan continued to paint on the wall, while Maureen came there, the intention was to swim. He wanted to calm his mind that felt a mess.

Behind the towel, Maureen was wearing a swimsuit. Her hair was a high-shoe and sunglasses were perched on her nose. Covering the round eyes that were watching Byan from a distance.

“It's sunscreen mistress.” Said a servant who was following Maureen.

“Hem, balurkan.”

Maureen sat on a reclining chair, she lowered her bath so that the waiter could freely throw sunscreen on some parts of her body.

The servant's hands had already begun to work smearing Maureen's body with sunscreen while Maureen was still looking at the painting of Byan which was almost finished. The picture made byan is more clear and the color contrast is very interesting. It does not seem strange that the painting is so classy and his stepson has twice held a successful painting exhibition.

“Your feet mistress?” the servant rested in front of Maureen.

Maureen gave her legs which were then placed over the servant's groin. His eyes were still on Byan.

“What do you usually do when you feel guilty?” asked Maureen suddenly.

When he saw Andini's painting, he remembered what he said to Byan. The original speech and definitely hurt his stepson.

Maureen did not intend to offend Byan, but due to her annoyance sometimes made unsightly sentences slip out of her mouth. And looking at the painting, Maureen recalled the figure of the woman who left her in despair.

He still remembered how his mother's weak body hung and greeted him at the door, after school. His face was pale not only because it was lifeless but also because it was grieving over the problems that befell his family.

“Akh shit,” grunts Maureen while raising her sunglasses overhead. His heart was again torn to shreds given the incident and his desire to take revenge on the family of the owner of this company even greater.

Maureen's grunts made the servant urgently pull out a sentence from his mouth. It seemed Maureen was not too waiting to be responded to. He was just talking to his own mind.

“They want me to make what juice?” ask the waiter after she finished rubbing Maureen's body with sunscreen.

Every time you swim, Maureen always asks for juice.

“Salada Green Romaine and Sawi Dakota.” Pinta Maureen took off her glasses. He still needs to look at his stomach which is still uncomfortable.

“Good mistress.” The waiter nodded obediently. He immediately withdrew leaving Maureen who had removed the towel pijama.

Sitting on the edge of the pool and “byur,” Maureen goes into the cold water.

The attention of Byan who was painting was distracted. He saw the figure of Maureen swimming under the surface of the water. Apparently Maureen is also good at swimming, long enough she was in the water.

One swimming path completed by Maureen, he rotates and uses his legs to make a knock as he turns around. Occasionally his head popped to the surface to just take a breath. Byan noticed Maureen underwater. His figure looks sparkling due to the sunlight.

Two rounds through Maureen. He paused for a moment and hid his body in the pool.

“What's fun?” byan asked as Maureen came to the surface. He stood on the edge of the pool and watched Maureen from there.

“Quite refreshing.” Typhoon Maureen.

He immediately pulled over, climbed through the pool stairs and not long his slim body figure perfect like a Spanish guitar was seen by Byan.

Byan immediately turned his face in another direction until Maureen finished wearing her bath massage and closed her body.

“Your husband.” The waiter had returned with a drink from Maureen's request.

Maureen happily picked it up and sat on the porch of the house enjoying her drink. Byan came closer. He sat down in a lounge chair next to Maureen which was only blocked by a round table.

“So that's your number?” asked Byan to begin the silence.

Maureen does not necessarily chimed, he spent first the vegetable juice to the toilet. Meanwhile, Byan swiftly opened the lid of the mineral water bottle and pushed it closer to Maureen.

“Thanks.” Said Maureen who felt helped.

He gulped down his mineral water while Byan looked only at Maureen's neckline which moved in synergy as the fresh water passed through his throat.

Only a few moments later he looked at her before finally turning his face away.

“I also have a mother, will definitely get angry when you hear someone talking sarcasm about her.” Said Maureen continuing her sentence that she originally wanted to send via message.

“Your words are annoying, even if you feel my mother is your rival, you don't deserve to say such a thing.” Remember Byan, in the sentence Maureen said yesterday.

“I know, that's why I'm sorry. But you should know, I don't like it every time you look at me like I'm a lowly woman for marrying your papah. I did marry your papah, but never took it from your mother. We are together not for reasons of momentary love let alone forbidden.” Maureen tried to reveal her heartbreak.

“Then, do you really love Anggoro? I guess, you married her not only because Anggoro has a lot of treasure.”

“He is not the richest man in the world. I'm pretty sure that you can get more men than Anggoro. At the very least, not the man who will double you on the second day of your wedding.” Timpal Byan.

After becoming his stepmother, Byan did not see anything excessive from a Maureen. She does not squander money like other rich young widows who get abundant wealth at unexpected times. He still wants to manage a company that actually only adds to the burden of his mind.

Isn't this too weird?

“I've been your stepmother, that's all you need to remember. No need to ask me why I chose Anggoro mas to be my husband.” Maureen.

Assertive, but Byan feels that Maureen still respects her late father by giving him a proper nickname.

Byan just smiled a little. Apparently Maureen's business with her family was not as simple as wanting to seize the treasure. This woman has another purpose for which she must find out the truth.

“Good day, ladies and gentlemen.” A familiar old voice greeted Byan and Maureen.

Both of them compactly turned their head and the one that was visible was Riswan. He nodded politely at the Madam and her young master.

“What's up?” the arrival of Riswan is certainly not without reason.

He approached Maureen and gave her a brown envelope.

“One of the construction companies intends to end its cooperation with us. One large investor intends to withdraw his investment from Anggoro corporation.” Urai Riswan who seemed to know the meaning of Maureen's gaze towards him.

“Hah, I guessed.” Dengus Maureen, pissed.

He read for a while the documents submitted by Riswan and the reason was in accordance with Maureen's prediction.

“Why?” Byan was curious.

Maureen handed the envelope to Byan to have her stepson read it to herself.

“Why? Don't we have a permanent director in Anggoro corp?” asked Byan when they saw the reason they wanted to end cooperation because of the vagueness of the Anggoro corp leadership.

“They cannot accept the existence of a director from management like this. They want a sure-fire lead.” Riswan.

He looked at the thinking Maureen.

“Contact a lawyer, we make him take the helm of Anggoro corp.” Maureen glanced at Byan with the corner of her eyes.

“You mean me?” not only Riswan was shocked by Maureen's decision but also Byan.

“Yes. You said you were the heir. Why not just sit in that position with the truth before we can really see who deserves to sit in that position.” Hasute Maureen.

“I-iya, but ...” I don't know why Byan's guts shrivel hearing he will occupy the leader's butt. He felt he was not ready for the position he was fighting for.

“You don't deserve that position. But at least investors and partners will be more confident when you are in that position.” Either praise or ridicule the meaning of Maureen's speech. Which is clear Byan saw it full of strategy.

“What if I can't face them? Maybe they don't trust me right away.” Byan is still ragged. All he knew was mixing colors and making beautiful paintings instead of arranging associates and negotiating.

It works with brushes not with ballpoints and orotities.

“They trust me enough as the right hand of Anggoro, I will help you. Just follow my lead and Riswan's lead. Beyond that, you don't need to hear.”

“What do I look like? As secretary?” Byan was still curious.

“As personal assistant.” Maureen.

“Hah?” Byan gawked in disbelief.

“Really? Is Byan able to respond to Maureen who became his personal assistant?”

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