Stepmom Cold Bed
The gap!

It's eleven in the evening and there's no sign that Byan's coming home. Maureen who was relaxing on the balcony of the house, with a glass of drink in her hand, began to be disturbed.

Where did this guy go? He should have gone home because the night was getting late.

Not only because it worries Byan but the logic Maureen gave reasons because tomorrow morning Byan must attend an important meeting. He must submit directions related to the evaluation of the work program in the second semester of the year.

Hah, it does not feel like Maureen has been working in Anggoro corp. I don't know how much longer he'll be able to stay in this place. Maybe about another month and a half, after the will was actually read out.

Feeling unreasonable, Maureen finally decided to contact Byan. This man chose to go home separately with him when the clock broke up the office. Maureen went home and Byan said he wanted to go somewhere. Maureen did not ask much because she was aware that it was Byan's personal business.

But this time, the reason for the job required him to contact his boss.

One call was made and no one answered. Maureen repeated the second call, the result was the same, no one answered. He tried to be patient and made a third call,

“Halo,” is not the sound of Byan but the voice of another man who feels familiar.

“Ya, hello. This is my boss's number, who are you?” maureen asked in a hurry.

He immediately got up because his feelings began to be erratic. Bad thoughts instantly flashed, what if Byan was having misfortune and someone else was helping him?

“I'm his friend.”

Vishnu immediately changed his voice timbre. He just realized that the contact named “Barbar” girl in Byan contact is Maureen. He was almost caught with Byan.

“Oh, thank goodness. May I know where the owner of this phone is?” Maureen could slightly sigh in relief.

“She's in her gallery. He can't go home because he's drunk. You have message?” Vishnu wanted to end his call. Her itchy throat spoke with a timbre sound like this. Not to mention his heart is not safe.

“Please send the address, I will be there tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. I'll send it."

“Good, thank you.” Maureen immediately closed her call and thought for a while.

“If he can't drink, he shouldn't drink. Just make it a hassle!” grunts Maureen. Not bother times Mo, but anxious, hahaha…

Before returning to his room, Maureen decided to go to Byan's room. He had to prepare the clothes that Byan would wear tomorrow. One workwear stel, complete with a dominant colored tie that he matches with the color of Byan's clothes.

"Also shoes. Where's shoes?"

Maureen's looking in the right closet, but nothing. Looks like Byan moved the new shoes that Maureen bought some time.

The left closet door that is currently open Maureen. But, not the shoes he found but a painting.

“Why is the painting he kept in the closet? What's the cockroach?” Maureen asked herself.

Curious, he took the painting out. Face painting made abstract but it feels like he recognizes this face.

“What is this me?” Maureen tried to recognize the face in front of her. The date on this painting is one month ago.

Increasingly curious, Maureen flipped the painting over and it turned out that there was a sentence written there.

“I never knew that love could go wrong. I also don't care if my love falls on the wrong person. I only know I'm in love. Deep and painful love.”

“JME.”

Once the writing made byan complete with initials Maureen name.

“Akh ,shial! I shouldn't be squirming this,” grunted Maureen while putting this painting back in the closet. Because of this painting, his heart was pumping blood faster than usual.

For a while Maureen chose to remain silent in this room. Laying his body on the bed of Byan and hugging the usual bolster hugged Byan. The fragrance of this man's perfume still stuck and made Maureen take a deep sip. Really, he missed the man but he realized that he had to hold back his feelings.

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The next day, the sound of a roaring car engine was heard stopping in front of Byan's gallery. The outside lights are still on even though the sunlight is already bright.

Maureen got out of her car immediately. He tried to press the passcode sent by Byan's phone last night.

Right, that door just opened.

“Jeez, such a mess!” maureen Sata exclaims seeing the gallery living room that looks like a broken ship. Byan's shoes were scattered with one position on the sofa and one on the floor. Tie and suit slung irregularly on the arm of the sofa.

There was also a T-shirt that was on the floor.

“Crazy, he's drunk to hogacak-ngacak what house is it?” Maureen muttered in annoyance. He picked them up one by one and put them on the couch. Black socks had been stepped on and attached to the heels.

“Akh, sucks!” grunted annoyed. He picked up the socks and threw them on the couch.

Walking into the house, Maureen saw many paintings on display. Painting dominated by some parts of the female body that looks attractive. Unfortunately Maureen is not concerned with Byan's painting. He was more concerned with waking up his boss because it was getting late.

In front of Maureen, there was a room whose door was tightly shut. He tapped slowly but there was no answer. Maureen's patience as thin as a tissue forced her to open the door by force.

“Byan!” call Maureen.

“Gosh!” he jumped on his own when he saw two men sleeping on the same bed and bare-chested. A thick blanket covered the lower part of the body of both.

“He's crazy what?!” maureen exclaimed as she closed the door of the room violently.

The sound of a blow on the door made Vishnu wake up.

“Gosh! My tyan! Maureen's coming, Byan!”

Vishnu shook Byan's body strongly. He should have gone home last night but he fell asleep and ended up staying overnight. Akh, how will he meet Maureen later? Just hiding?

“Byan, bangulah! It's noon!” maureen exclaimed from outside the room.

Byan began to blink his eyes. The voice of Maureen he heard in the dreamland sounded so clear.

“Woy wake woy! It's there's Maureen outside!” Vishnu persisted with his attempt to awaken the bewildered Byan.

“Iyaakk, I denger!” byan's snort was still half conscious. He opened his eyes round and woke up quickly when he realized the words of Vishnu just now.

“Maureen really coming?” he was surprised by his own words.

“Iya anjir! This is where I don't wear clothes anymore. My clothes are outside, the former got vomited lo!” Vishnu covered his field chest with a crossed hand.

Byan saw his body that was also bare-chested, “Akh, shit! Maureen could have mistaken me for a gini. What if he thinks I like the same? Ikh, disgust anjir!”

The two men both shuddered.

“Not that doang, what should I clear to Maureen now? I have to tell you that we are really tense?” Vishnu really adds to the burden of Byan's mind.

“Akh, anjir!!” both of them compactly snorted, his mind dead-end. How about this, did Vishnu just run out the window?

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