Stepmom Cold Bed
Chicken noodle

Maureen's notification joined the staff group, beginning a new uproar in the staff group. There were eighteen people who were directly typing, whether to write what.

Melda, was the one who added Maureen to the staff group. Several men immediately sent a private message to Melda and asked her how she could convince Maureen to re-enter the group she left four months ago.

“Don't call me Melda if it can't affect sister Maureen.”

Melda says with jumawa. He continued to read one by one the messages that went into the group and only the men commented. He chuckled to himself reading every line of the message.

“Hay Maureen,” greet one of the men.

“There's Maureen join, I can't sleep,” wrote another man.

“Yang added Maureen to the group, hopefully all week.” Some were also cheering with joy.

“Maureen how are you?”

“Oh, Maureen number is not changed? I didn't chat in bales, hahay!”

There are many more chats that come in and make Melda laugh, amused himself.

“Crazy, just this group. Though usually ramenya jum’at doang, the same riot that asked for a cane back to and fro.” While lying on the sofa, Melda muttered to herself in the PA room after Maureen came home some time ago.

Already he suspected that joining Maureen to this group will make the males riot. They seemed to be given access to the entrance to chase after Maureen again.

Maureen, who was still on her way home, did not pay much attention to the many messages that came in and said her name. He is still looking for a chicken noodle maker around the complex that has a bowl with a picture of chicken.

There is this Byan. He was still not out of thought, how could Byan be so idly prank on him. If only he did not remember Byan had saved him, he would not want to go around looking for chicken noodles according to Byan's order. It is better to go straight home and rest than this heat.

Just before the entrance of the complex, Maureen noticed a wagon selling chicken noodles. He also saw a row of bowls with freshly finished chicken in the wash. Maureen immediately pulled over her car and stopped by the side of the road.

Then he went down and approached the chicken noodle seller.

“Mas, chicken noodles are still there?” maureen asked with eyes that were slightly pinched due to the heat and blistering.

“There are neng, how many packs?”

“Two aja. Don't use the soup yes.”

“Siap neng, please wait a minute,” said the man with full stature with thick Javanese speech dialect, smiling kindly.

Maureen waited on the small bench. He watched the crowded streets even though the day was very hot. Two packs of chicken noodles were already made but then he remembered something.

“Pak, please make fourteen servings. Same I bought one bowl of chicken pictures.”

“Oh, can neng. Wait a minute ya.” The chicken noodle seller looked excited. Since morning he was quiet buyer but suddenly there was a beautiful woman who bought his merchandise with a considerable amount. Let's just say this beauty is the goddess of her luck.

While making chicken noodles he kept chattering. There were faint words of thanksgiving heard by Maureen.

“Aduh leye, the father of fortune. Later father buyin milk,” muttered the man with a smile that did not stop developing.

Maureen smiled faintly at the muttering of the man. Enough touching in his opinion.

A message entered in the middle of Maureen's efforts to wait for chicken noodles was completed. Who else would have sent him if not the stepson.

“You're coming home this afternoon? I'm so hungry,” wrote Byan with a hungry emoticon at the end of his sentence.

“I'm on the road,” reply Maureen, short.

“Need to be picked up with Riswan?” curious as well because Maureen did not return the message.

“Where's stepmom gone, why don't you reply to my message?” Byan grumbled alone.

“Maybe young mistress is on her way, Sir. You can wait because he was never not on time,” explained Riswan.

“Really?” Byan put his cell phone on the Mattress, he turned to Riswan who was standing nearby.

“True Sir. One of the reasons the great master liked the young mistress so much was because she was always on time. Never too late,” said Riswan with pride.

“Hah, why should I discuss Anggoro?” Byan was upset himself, why there should be an Anggoro name tucked between him and Maureen.

The injured man chose to tilt his body sideways and look at the cell phone next to him. He deliberately turned his back on Riswan who he thought was boring and annoying, not exciting like when accompanied by Maureen.

It had been a few minutes but Maureen had not yet arrived. Akh, Byan is getting upset. Actually there are still six minutes left before twelve noon but six minutes is what makes Byan nervous.

“I'm already very hungry. Maureen is really slow,” muttered Byan weakly. Apparently this toddler is starting to not be able to distinguish where hungry and where bucin.

“Before master,” entertain Riswan while looking at his watch and turning to the door.

Not long before he turned around again, he suddenly saw Maureen coming with a servant.

“Good afternoon Young mistress,” greet Riswan with a smile growing to see the arrival of Maureen. Maureen nodded small.

Byan immediately turned around to hear Riswan's greeting.

“How long was it?” byan protested, as he looked at Maureen before his eyes. He showed an annoyed but relieved face at the same time.

“You think I have a door anywhere? After all, it is still two minutes before twelve noon,” said Maureen, no less upset.

“Iya, I think you will be late.” Byan guiltily disrespected Maureen's efforts. He knew Maureen was trying hard.

“If you believe more in the content of your mind, yes already, believe it. Your mind lingers longer in your mind.” Maureen's words sounded sniffy. He took a bowl of chicken noodles, put it on the table and brought it closer to Byan.

Byan doesn't chim in. He just looked at the chicken noodles and Maureen alternately, he realized that Maureen had tried hard. The chicken noodles Maureen brought were still hot and fresh. Looks like Maureen brought this chicken noodle in a hurry.

He also recalled Maureen's words a moment ago. Somehow he felt guilty for letting his mind side with Ruwina's words last night, that Maureen might be taking advantage of her ailing condition to prepare for betrayal when her stepmother has worked hard to do what she can.

"Geez, why am I guilty of gini?" Byan spoke to his own mind.

“You two eat, before the noodles expand.” Maureen's voice disperse the daydream of Byan. He turned to Maureen who was busy tidying up the files he brought from the office.

“You don't eat Mistress?” Riswan was curious.

“I'm not hungry yet. You guys go first,” Maureen insisted just before she left Byan and Riswan alone.

“What is he angry at?” Byan curiously asked Riswan.

Riswan. “As long as his voice does not go down or up an octave, then he is fine.” It was only Riswan's chimpanzee that made Byan nod in understanding.

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