Stepmom Cold Bed
Meet sorrow

There was plaster attached to Byan's chin as a masterpiece over the wounds made by him himself. Because of his carelessness while shaving his crest, he was instead injured by a razor. Several times he noticed the wound on his chin and it felt so annoying. This plaster makes his appearance too soft even though he had a meeting this morning.

“Are they going to laugh at me because I'm wearing a princess plaster?” Byan began to be insecure about his own appearance.

Maureen did deliberately give Byan plaster with a picture of the princess she used to wear. He wants to give a deterrent effect on his boss who is always haphazard.

“No one dares laugh at a chief director?” Maureen asked back.

“Ya in front of me maybe not but behind me can be.”

“Do you think of people who only dare to laugh behind you? Isn't it obvious they're behind you?” Maureen asked Byan.

“Hah, your answer is always fun and annoying at the same time.” Byan breathed out a rough breath.

“Maksdumu?” Maureen asked back.

“Yes, it's nice because you indirectly say that many people do not dare to act in front of me because I excel. But, it sucks because it means there are still people who don't like me and use me behind.”

“What do you want everyone to like you?”

“Yes, at least one person should like me a lot. That's enough.” Byan's right eye blinked flirtatiously at Maureen. He also stared at the clear netra belonging to Maureen who blinked in shock. This man had dared to speak like this. Speaking in front of Riswan who was currently their driver.

What is Riswan thinking right now?

“A strange reduction,” decik Maureen while crossing her arms in front of the chest.

He turned his face away from Byan and chose to look out the window. But Byan could still see the reflection of Maureen's face from the glass. His lips tried to hold back a smile. It's a relief for Byan.

Byan leaned his body against the seat, then tilted his head to Maureen's shoulder.

“Do you wear too many blushes?” whispered Byan.

“No, why?” Maureen immediately turned her head making them gaze in close enough distance.

Byan small smile, “Rona your face is beautiful.” Byan praised without hesitation.

Maureen did not chim in, she immediately turned her face away from Byan and looked straight ahead with a rumbling feeling.

“Maureen,” call Byan. He leaned his head more and more comfortably on Maureen's unmoved shoulder.

“Hem,” that short voice that Byan heard.

“I need a friend to accompany me through fear and shame. Can you accompany me to meet the victim's family?” asked Byan suddenly.

“For what?” Maureen was instantly alert and it could be seen clearly by Byan.

“I, would like to meet them as a person who feels their sorrow. Not as a director of Anggoro corp. It's just, I feel, I need someone to strengthen and encourage me. Can you occupy the position of the person?” ask Byan.

His index finger deliberately touched Maureen's index finger that was holding her side by side. Maureen stared at her index finger that Byan touched and made him feel an unusual sigh. Not only because of the good intentions of Byan that he heard but because there is a feeling that seems to rise even though he has difficulty holding back.

Maureen swallowed her saliva roughly. His chest rumbled as he looked at the warm gaze of Byan and pierced through his heart. He could no longer say anything but say,

“Yes, I will accompany you,” he said with great earnestness.

Byan smiled faintly. “Thank you,” he said in earnest. Maureen simply nodded her head and let Byan rest her head on Maureen's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Byan so enjoyed the atmosphere towards the office this time. Especially when he heard Maureen's rough breathing trying to unravel his condolences. But the longer, his breathing calmed down. It seems Maureen is starting to find her comfort.

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After the meeting, Byan actually invited Maureen to meet the victims' families. He gave up all the attributes that showed he was a chief director of a large company.

Just wearing a shirt rolled up to his hands and a suit and tie Byan put in his study. Maureen wears a hat on Byan after rubbing her hair that is misty due to pomade.

Byan's appearance like this looked more relaxed. He looks like a painter not a chief director of the Anggoro corp. Maureen is confident that Byan will be more acceptable to the family of the victim.

“Udah ready?” ask Maureen. The woman took off her blazer and tied her hair high. It's simple in appearance.

“Ya, I'm ready.” Byan wastes his rough breathing while throwing doubt to meet the victim's family.

Without waiting for long, they immediately got out of the car. The streets are small and only fit for bikers, making them choose to walk. The yellow flag was still attached in front of the alley, some flower boards were also displayed along the road to the house.

Maureen and Byan continued their steps until they arrived in front of a simple house. Some people are still seen doing their activities in the house. Maureen watched from a short distance away, a child playing around with her marbles. Boys with an estimated age of about six years.

“Excuse me adek,” greet Maureen who is as friendly as possible. The little boy looked at Maureen for a moment. Stranger according.

He immediately ran into the house.

“Why scream?” the voice of a woman is clear. Maybe because the size of their house is not too big so that the sound can be heard quite clearly.

“There are people outside bring flowers.” The boy's answer could still be heard by Byan and Maureen.

Not long after, a black-hooded woman came over to Byan and Maureen.

“Good afternoon mom,” Maureen greets the woman who is still a sheath with a negligee shirt as a top.

“Yes, good afternoon. What is it gonna take?” The woman looked at Maureen and Byan warily.

“Mother sorry to interrupt the time. Right mom with mom Nani?”

Byan turned his head in shock because Maureen knew the name of this woman.

“Iya, I'm Nani's mother. Who are you two?”

“I'm Maureen and this is Byan. We're partners of Mr. Rusli. Can we talk to mom?” pinta Maureen with courtesy.

Byan nodded politely to the woman named Nani.

“Bby, please come in.” The woman opened the gate.

Maureen and Byan were invited in. When passing through the door of the house, there was a sudden sense of horror that ambushed Maureen's feelings. The memory of the death of a mother hanging from the stake of her house immediately filled Maureen's mind.

Maureen was shrewd and almost fell, lucky Byan sprightly by holding Maureen's hand tightly.

“You okay?” Byan looks worried, because before Maureen's condition is fine.

“I'm fine,” timpal Maureen.

He removed his hand from Byan and sat down opposite Nani. He smiled at the woman who had an empty look. The sense of loss was still clearly visible in his eyes.

“Mother, we are sorry for the passing of Mr. Rusli,” Maureen said while giving a bucket of lilies as a form of expression of condolences to the family left behind.

“Thank you Mba,” Nani looked moved, she shrunk her tears with a strand of veil covering her chest.

“From my father's office, new mba and mas are coming. I think no one cares about the departure of my husband.” Nani sobs, her tears slip.

Maureen looked at the mother with nanar, the feeling that the woman felt was clearly once felt by Maureen.

“We apologize for our delay in seeing mom. The departure of Mr. Rusli, also a sorrow for us, Bu.”

“He has been working with us for more than ten years, certainly not a short time to prove that Mr. Rusli has become part of us.” The sentence was smoothly uttered from Maureen's lips.

The woman even clasped Nani's hand tightly, full of empathy.

“Iya mba, I see my husband is always excited if you want to go to work. His equipment was always complete because he was aware that he was close to danger."

"He also told stories, lately he got a very large project from a company called Anggoro corp. He also always said to my son, if my son must study diligently so that one day can be a great person and give work to many people, not be a coolie like my husband.” The woman came back crying. Hugged his son who was beside him.

Maureen was sympathetic. He rubbed the boy's head with great affection.

“Pak Rusli has helped us a lot, Mom. Although the work looks small but for us it is very meaningful. For that we say many thanks because mother and family would like to give permission and encouragement to the father to keep working wholeheartedly with us.”

“We know Mom, our arrival here can not restore the figure of Mr. Rusli who became the foundation in this house. But our great hope, so that we can help reduce the sadness of mother and son mother.”

Nani was crying. He hugged Maureen tightly. Maureen could feel a sense of loss and confusion that plagued this small family. For a while, Maureen let the woman cry in her embrace. At least until the weight feels lighter.

Byan, who was sitting next to Maureen, was speechless. He saw clearly the sincerity Maureen gave through every utterance and gaze she had on the woman he had only known for a few moments.

At first he thought that when he came maybe the victim's family would abuse him. But apparently, Maureen managed to turn things around. That tense atmosphere turned into a haru atmosphere. Maureen is very apt at reading the feelings of the victim's family.

What Byan saw now, as if to prove the words of Maureen a few days ago.

“Even if they lose the backbone of their family, who support their entire home, but what they need is not just our money. They need attention, they need moral support not just money that makes them feel treated as beggars.”

If Byan had ignored Maureen's words back then, perhaps he would have never met this condition. Conditions where everyone has a different view of the loss of their loved ones.

“Maureen, are you really this amazing?” inner Byan without being able to take her eyes off the stepmother she once cared for.

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