Stepmom Cold Bed
The anxiety of two people

“Aaahh, freshness ...” The sound of a sigh of relief was heard from Byan's mouth. He wriggled comfortably just after coming out of the therapy room.

At the cashier's desk was Maureen who was paying for all the massage services they received.

“You like it?” ask Byan to Riswan. The man's face looks bright.

“Sure sir, thank you very much.” Riswan happily.

“It looks like we have to go to a place like this often. We need to pamper ourselves not only work handled.” The true byan.

“I agree.” Riswan pointed his thumb.

Not long after Maureen approached, the woman had already finished transacting.

“Next, where are we?” challenge Byan.

“We have dinner first, it's too late.” Maureen looked at the watch in her hand and it was already seven p.m.

Staying in a place like this does not make time pass. Maureen's body was fresh, her headache was gone. I think he can see things more clearly. His eyesight was as bright as the morning sun.

“Bby, where do we eat?” Byan looks enthusiastic. It seemed like what Maureen felt, she felt it too.

“I've booked a place at a nearby restaurant. We can get there now.”

“Okey!” with a spirit Byan walked beside Maureen.

The restaurant was not too far away. Maureen reserved a VIP room for the three of them.

“Mistress, I'm allowed to eat outside only.” Pamit Riswan who felt awkward.

“I only ordered one table, so here only.” Maureen's answer was always firm.

Riswan turned his young master doubtfully.

“Sit down, no one asked you to go.” Firmly Byan, agree to Maureen's speech.

“Good, thank you sir.” Riswan finally joined.

Maureen immediately called the waiter and ordered some menus. He asked for a menu of recommendations and the answer was seafood.

“Bos I do not eat seafood, I order this soup only.” Maureen pointed to one of the most recommended menus in this restaurant.

He also ordered another menu while Byan only watched the woman from her place.

Wherever Maureen is and whatever she does, this woman is always stunning. Maureen was so earnest, she even knew what Byan liked and disliked. As soon as Maureen knew about herself.

“There again?” maureen's question disperse the Daydream of Byan. From now on the waiter read the menu again but I don't know what menu Maureen ordered, Byan did not listen to it properly. He focused only on his stepmother.

“No.” Byan shook his head.

“Good, then, please wait.” The waiter left them.

“Do you always surf this while taking care of Anggoro?” asked Byan curiously. He doesn't care if between him and Maureen there is Riswan.

“You mean?” Maureen scrunched her forehead not understanding.

“Yes, I mean do you also know Anggoro as well as you know me? Know what we like and don't like?” Byan clarified the question.

“Of course, because it's my job.” Maureen replied firmly.

“My job is as a PA. There is nothing I want to achieve or a target I want to achieve other than to be considered capable of fulfilling my duties. That's it.” The impact is relaxed.

“Okey, no target. Then why have you ever sought a strategic position in this company? Doesn't that mean you have a target and marrying Anggoro becomes one of the ways you do to reach that target?”

Byan's question is like locking Maureen up. He also stared fixedly at Maureen.

Riswan who was in the middle of them, felt so awkward. He should not have eaten a table with his master.

“Learn to distinguish which missions are personal and which missions are professional. Right now, we meet on a professional mission, just like when I served Anggoro. If then I have a personal mission, then it's none of your business or Anggoro's business. Why are you fighting it?” maureen's answer is always a big one.

“I became PA mas Anggoro in a professional way, if then personally mas Anggoro interested me, what can I do? Maybe because I am quite charming not only professionally but also personally. Do you want to argue?”

Maureen continued with the faint smile she showed Byan.

Dinner with a luxurious menu was not enough to be enjoyed by Byan. He paid more attention to Maureen than pay attention to her food.

Several times Maureen offers a different menu because it looks like Byan does not have an appetite. Professionally, Maureen does well but personally, she doesn't care at all about Byan's anxiety. It made Byan realize, that Maureen never prepared a personal angle in relation to Byan.

Until he arrived home, Byan was still thinking about many things. He was no longer acting as strange as before. I don't know, there is a feeling of disappointment with Maureen's answer which he thinks is too straightforward in terms of distinguishing professional areas from private areas.

The night was getting late, bringing the two people into each other's rooms. They need to rest. Byan was willing to open the door to his room but then he stopped doing so.

“Maureen,” call him while turning around.

“Ya,” Maureen reply turned around.

They stood face to face and blocked a distance of only a few meters.

“I want to ask,” Byan with his serious gaze.

“Please,” Maureen winapi casually. He even crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Become my stepmother, what is professional or personal?” asked Byan suddenly.

“Personal.” Maureen calmly.

“If then we meet in person first than you meet Anggoro professionally, which would you think first?”

This time Maureen's forehead was slightly wrinkled. He tried to understand the meaning of Byan's question.

“Nothing If Byan, because my opportunity with mas Anggoro is already in advance and can not be repeated.”

“Iya, I said if! Just imagine if we meet first in appeal you meet Anggoro, which you will think first.” Byan's voice rang up with a quick and tight sentence.

“What is it with you exactly? Are you tired or your food is too salty, until this sensi?” Maureen did not think.

“What if I like you?” tymbal Byan quickly.

Maureen was shocked. His heart was pounding suddenly and his blood flow felt fast. Maureen tried to calm herself down before answering Byan's question. He doesn't want to speak wrongly.

“You really should like me because I'm your stepmother?”

“What if I like you because you are a woman? And not as my stepmother?” byan's question grew stern with a sharp look at Maureen as if she was demanding an answer.

Maureen was still completely shocked, never expecting the direction of her conversation with Byan. He saw that Byan's eyes were so firmly staring at him and his hands were clenched as he had put all his strength out to convey his feelings to Maureen.

“Then, everything was in vain Byan. Because at any time, I remain ex-wife mas Anggoro. Your stepmother.” Resolute Maureen who tried to calm down.

He swallowed his saliva coarsely after saying the sentence, it felt like there was a globus sensation, discomfort or obstruction in his throat. Even so, Maureen's throat didn't hurt, just as deeply disturbing as the expression of Byan's current feelings.

Byan just smiled a little, miris to be exact. She no longer said anything but said, “Goodnight stepmom.” He said with a faint smile.

Maureen did not insist that she choose to enter her room and close the door of her room tightly.

Then he leaned on the door leaf while patting his left chest to stop pounding. Really, it's starting to torture him.

In his room, Byan took off his suit violently and threw it on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed while cupping his face that felt reddened. His chest was still turbulent especially when he remembered Maureen's reply.

Why couldn't he accept Maureen's answer? What's wrong with him today? Why did he feel so attracted by Maureen's charm that he couldn't close his eyes?

"Baby! Be aware!" Byan slapped his own face hard.

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Jill Maureen Emrys

Byantara Ethan Anggoro

Congratulations to ria, hehehehe....