Stepmom Cold Bed
Urinary

Jakarta

Byan was still checking his cell phone because by lunch Maureen had not given him any news. Though he should have received the latest news because Maureen's arrival hour had passed a few hours ago.

The message he had collected had not yet been sent to Maureen. I don't know where this woman went because there's still no news on Byan.

“Please sir, this is the master's agenda tomorrow afternoon.” Melda, who is currently Maureen's replacement PA, handed over a piece of note paper to Byan. He has written a rundown meeting with one of the companies.

Byan's attention was diverted to work. Though he still can not think of focus because it has not received the latest news from Maureen.

“Who will be present tomorrow, is the director direct?” byan had to set aside his phone so as not to disturb his focus.

“Yes sir, the director is direct to come.”

Byan thought for a while. This is an important cooperation between Anggoro group and a large travel company so he must ensure this first cooperation will succeed well.

“What does the director like?” Byan asked curiously.

From Maureen, usually he will immediately get detailed information about the company to the profile of officials who will work with his company. But from Melda, he only got a brief description of the rundown event.

“Oh, he is tall and thin mustache. Speak quickly and passionately. Though he is already five heads, Sir,” said Melda with confidence.

“That's not what I meant. I need detailed information about our partners personally because we're going to have some pretty tough negotiations with them. Do not let us do something that is contrary to his personal. You understand me?” byan's voice sounded quite sniffy.

“What should be that detailed, Mister?” Melda asked back. Byan's question made him dizzy.

“Indeed, how have you recognized our potential partners? How do we negotiate well when we don't even know what our partners like or don't.” Byan began to get inflamed. It was difficult to talk to Maureen's replacement on this one.

“I'm sorry Sir, my thoughts didn't get there.” Melda bowed lethargic full of regret.

“Hah, you are this.” Byan throws his ballpoint violently, Melda turns out to be disappointing. He is not as smart as Maureen in taking care of small things like this.

“Now I ask, where are the places you prepare for us to entertain our prospective partners?” Byan asked lazily. He wasn't sure Melda would prepare a good place.

“Oh, I've booked a good restaurant, sir. The main menu is seafood. The restaurant is hype and the rating is good. Me,”

“I'm allergic to seafood!” Byan broke Melda's sentence.

“Hah? Allergies?” Melda gawked in disbelief. Even though he has ordered a variety of food menus that are the most recomented and most liked.

“Maureen didn't tell you I was allergic?” Byan looked at Melda with annoyance.

Melda shook her head, I don't know if she remembers. “I first check the note that Brother Maureen sent me. It seems he did not mention that Mr.,” Melda sentence paused for a while because he had to check his notes. His eyes immediately rounded as he read Maureen's message in bold, bold print,

“Young master seafood allergy.” As Maureen wrote.

“Astyria... how can I miss this one important sentence?” muttered Melda who looked at Byan regretfully. His eyes were teary and wanted to cry because from morning on, everything he did was wrong.

Byan was speechless. The permaclum is big enough for Melda.

“You better get out of here. I want to rest.” Byan pointed at the exit for Melda.

“Ma-forgive me, Mr.” Melda with her face parched.

Byan did not chimed in, but rather turned his face away from Melda. He's already very upset.

“Then excuse me, Sir. If you need something, I'm outside,” Melda's message while retrieving the documents on the table.

“Gosh!” Byan reflexively stood up because his coffee was still hot.

"Akh!" he also complained when he realized that his leg was sick.

“Yes my goodness, Sir! I was not accidentally.” Melda's eyes glared in shock.

“What the hell can you do right?!” Byan glared as he lifted his leg.

“Sa-I also don't know what I can do. Why is everything wrong?” Melda was really crying regretfully.

“Come out of you, and call Riswan here.” Byan shouted loudly. He shook Melda's hand, which was about to touch her feet, and fell on the chair.

“Ba-good, Sir. Excuse me. Again I'm sorry.” Melda cupped her hands in front of her chest. But Byan just grunted in annoyance.

“Akh, shit! Damnit damnit! Shit!” Byan hit his own desk full of anger. His breathing sounded quick and hunted between anger and enduring pain. If Maureen hadn't gone, she was sure things wouldn't be like this.

“There can I help you with, Mister?” Riswan immediately approached in panic after hearing Melda's complaint.

“Clean this then tell Maureen to go home!” exclaim Byan emotion stirring.

“Ta-but sir, young mistress is on an outside service trip. How can I ask him back?” sahut Riswan while taking some sheets of tisue to wipe the Byan pants.

“I don't want to know. Everything was a mess because Maureen chose the one who was not a becus. Very disappointing!” byan grunts.

“Good, Mr.” That's all Riswan said. He did not want to argue with Byan again even though he knew exactly that Melda was the second best PA after Maureen. Although his ability is not comparable to Maureen. But this time, I don't know what makes that girl look so bad in front of Byan.

“Master want me to get you a pair of spare pants?”

“Of course! How can I wear wet pants like this?!” byan's voice kept rising.

“Ba-good, Sir. Please wait a minute.”

Riswan until trembling heard the sound of Byan rising. He immediately left his young master to take a change of clothes.

After Riswan died, Byan growled upset himself. Not one day after Maureen's departure, her feelings are not enough. Until noon today, I don't know how many scuffles Melda received from her boss. Riswan who is usually compact accompany him, also can not be separated from the anger of Byan.

Anyway, everyone in this house made a mistake in front of Byan. Including the waiter who takes care of the back garden was exposed to anger because he forgot to change the pool water.

Hah, he was really upset all day.

“When do you come home anyway? How long!”

Byan looked at a picture of Maureen on his social media. A photo of the woman attending an important event in Surabaya. Suramadu bridge background at night becomes the right background to frame the beautiful Maureen figure when exposed to camera light.

His expression was flat, a few strands of wind-blown hair covered part of his face. But her beauty is even more clearly visible and must be admitted byan that he misses this woman.

“Akh shit!” the snort of Byan that rubbed his face was rough. He also flipped his phone to cover Maureen's face. He had promised that he would not think about his feelings for Maureen again but in fact, he was tormented by missing his stepmother.

What's wrong with her?

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