Stepmom Cold Bed
The empty day

Today, Maureen is really on leave. All things related to Byan and his work, he left it entirely to Riswan and Melda.

One Maureen is not worth two of her confidants. The two people looked thin-ketir because the work turned out to be very piled up. They have to share tasks with each other.

Riswan is busy checking the schedule of the meeting while Melda checks other work that has been transferred from Maureen. He took one by one the info from Maureen so that no one was missed let alone to make the same mistake as before.

They gathered in Byan's workspace, Anggoro's heritage room. To facilitate communication, they choose to gather in sinj before leaving for the office.

“File cooperation agreement have you printed yet? It should be checked by the young master this morning.” While clearing the file, Riswan reminded Melda.

To date, he has not seen the draft Cooperation that has been drafted by Maureen and Byan.

“Which file Sir?” Melda is confused.

“That was sent last night, by Young Madam. Cooperation with new CV for subsidized home development.” Riswan goes to check the file Maureen left him.

“I'm confused, right? You see, there are a lot of files that Maureen's brother gave me. Which one is this sir?” Melda showed the tablet to Riswan.

Riswan looked at the flat object for a while. One by one the named files, he checked.

“This one, already in the same title love Young Madam. Please be more careful a little.” Riswan handed the tablet back to Melda. He was a little angry at the young girl.

“Oh Yes Sir. Sorry I was less thorough.” Melda smiled wryly, just starting the morning, she was already confused by her work.

The difference in the rhythm of Edwin and Byan's work is indeed very different. Edwin with his work that is too relaxed even almost without a clear work agenda, very inversely proportional to Byan who has a lot more busy. Maybe that's what makes Melda difficult to regulate the rhythm of his work.

“I print first Sir, so that young master is easier to correct it.” Melda immediately turned on the printer.

“Create triple so we can read the draft and record the corrections.”

“Good Sir.” Melda followed Riswan's orders.

In the midst of the busyness, Byan had already come out of his room. He saw that the two people were busy with their jobs.

“Ehm!” he cleared his throat to code when he entered the study, he also slightly loosened his tie rope that did not feel comfortable.

“Good morning, Mr.” Melda and Riswan immediately took a perfect stance.

“What is this? Why are so many files stacked?” Byan opened a file on his desk, the contents of which are financial statements that he must check and approve.

“I'm sorry Sir, here are some files that you should check and we are sorting them out,” Riswan explained.

“Why can it be this mess? Usually Maureen arranged it neatly, so I easily checked it,” protested Byan while closing the file roughly. Melda was stunned by the bluff made by Byan.

“Ba-good Sir. We will rearrange.” Melda until the wave.

“Mana my coffee?” Byan looked at his desk. There was no drink of encouragement for him to go through the day.

“Hah, coffee?” Melda nodded herself.

“Yes. Maureen usually prepares a cup of coffee and a glass of mineral water for me. Didn't he tell you?” Byan looked at Melda with annoyance.

“I-iya Sir, Brother Maureen told me, but it seems I forgot.” Melda looked at her tablet which showed a checklist of Byan's needs and activities from morning to evening.

Byan no longer spoke, he loosened his very uncomfortable tie. Melda's slippage made her neck feel even more suffocated.

“Bring the file I need to check today to the office. I want to check in the office,” said Byan who then came out of his room after throwing a tie that made him crowded.

“Ba-good Mr.” Riswan and Melda were both excited. Byan himself ordered to bring the work documents home.

They immediately cleared the documents, sorted them out quickly and caught Byan out of his study.

Moments later, the man stared at the closed door of Maureen's room. There was a rough gasp of breath that he exhaled with annoyance and then continued his steps to get down.

“You don't have breakfast first, Mister?” timidly Riswan asked.

“I don't taste!” he said with annoyance. He chose to leave this early rather than turn to the dining room. His appetite is completely gone.

There was no Maureen by his side, why was it always lonely?

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