Stepmom Cold Bed
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Half-running, Byan walked out of his room. He left Riswan alone in the spacious room. I don't know what the man was going to do then, which obviously Byan rushed not to meet and beat Edwin or ask for his information but to go home and see Maureen. Yes, only Maureen had her mind on at the moment.

He still could not imagine, what kind of crushing Maureen's current feelings would be. Sick, of course. Disappointed, of course. I don't know how many other types of feelings Maureen felt without being able to describe.

Documents in his hand, he held tightly. He ran towards the elevator and impatiently waited for the elevator door to open. One minute was a very long time for the hurried Byan.

“Expick open jerk!” exclaiming Byan while hitting the elevator door with his raw bogem.

He waited anxiously while biting his finger and occasionally rubbing his coarse hair. The buttons of the shirt he took off partly because it felt very tight and sultry.

“Ding!”

The elevator doors opened and Byan entered immediately. He pressed the elevator button quickly to close and headed straight for the first floor. On the way down, he looked at his face reflected on the elevator wall. It sucks, yes it sucks.

“BUK!!” he struck a shadow of himself that was so weak and unreliable. He should have known sooner. He should not have left Maureen alone. He should have protected the woman he loved and he should have been faster than this.

Byan immediately ran as the elevator door opened. He looked for his parked car and entered the car that still feels hot because of the sun.

Really, he doesn't care about comfort. Maureen's feelings were obviously much more uncomfortable than this. He immediately started the car engine and then stepped on the gas pedal greedily and drove the car to the road.

On those crowded streets, Byan acted like a racer. He drove his car in no direction. No matter how small the opportunities that are in front of his eyes he uses. The horn never stopped, indicating that he was very aggressive towards the owner of the vehicles in front of him.

“Stop jerk!” Byan shouted to himself in annoyance. It is very difficult to get people to get away from the streets they are using.

“Tett!! The tet!! Tett!!”

Again he honked a few times aggressively. The hazard lights he kept on. He doesn't care about the people who scold him. He was grateful that some people were willing to give him a way.

The half-hour journey felt like he had spent half a lap of his age chasing after the chance to meet Maureen.

Luckily, there was no traffic until he got home safely.

“Mana Maureen?” byan asked as a servant approached him.

“Mrs-lady in master's room. This day the mistress has not been out of the room at all,” replied the waiter. The waiter immediately stepped aside upon seeing Byan's firm and hasty steps.

Byan no longer chimed in. He ran to Maureen's room, stepping two steps at once until his legs were so wide.

Arriving in front of the maureen room, Byan was silent for a while. He needs to calm himself down before he meets the woman. Why is he doubting? Why is he so scared? Is maureen okay? What will he see when this door opens? Maureen's okay, right?

All those questions came simultaneously in Byan's mind and made his heart even more unsettled.

“Maureen,” finally he decided to knock on the door of Maureen's room. His fear that something bad would happen to Maureen was far greater than any other fear.

“Maureen, please open the door. I need to see you.” Again Byan knocked on the door of Maureen's room and made the beautiful girl realize from her daydream.

He almost drowned in the drunken sensation he created himself from a drink he had spent almost a full bottle on. His head was dizzy and he could not move a bit.

“Maureen, I beg you. I need to see you. Open the door for a while,” painstakingly Byan held back his tears. The quieter the atmosphere of Maureen's room became and the more frightening it became.

Is maureen going to meet her breakup point like she did with her mother?

“Akh, shit! That can't happen!” byan's snort is ketar ketir alone.

“Mauureenn, I'm not kidding! Please open the door.” Byan's voice sounded trembling. She's upset.

Maureen, who had begun to awaken herself, tried to get up. He held on to his bed net, but not a single step he took, his legs had collapsed first. It's very weak. His strength was drained away by sadness and loss. Maybe this was how Renita felt at the time. Does not have a solid foundation and a strong backrest.

“Maureen! Please open the door. Otherwise, I don't hesitate to break down your room!” this time, Byan's voice was heard. He could not wait any longer.

“Brug!” he fell back. His energy is completely exhausted. It was weakly slumped on the floor. Her eyes were red to cry but her tears were already too dry.

“Byan,” his voice is not even audible. He could only look at the door with a glare. His body cannot move.

Byan who heard the sound of falling objects, immediately moved away from the door of Maureen's room.

“BAK!” one time he did. But Maureen's room door was too sturdy. Byan did not give up, he repeated for the second, third, fourth, fifth to ninth time then the door opened.

“MAUREEN!!” byan shouted as the door opened and the first one he saw was Maureen lying on the floor.

He immediately ran over to Maureen, grabbed the weak body and hugged.

“Maureen, hey, Maureen Byan patted maureen's face for the woman to open her eyes. But Maureen kept her eyes closed. Only a single point of tears then dripped down at the corner of his eyes.

“Byan, I'm sick.” Maureen's words were stammered and barely audible.

“I'm here. There I am here. You'll be fine Maureen!” Byan hugged Maureen tightly. He was afraid of losing this woman.

Without waiting for long, Byan brought Maureen to his room because Maureen's room was in such a mess. He has no time to clean it up.

“SERVANT!” yelled Byan from the second floor.

He immediately laid Maureen's body on his bed.

“SERVANT!” again Byan shouted and not long six compact servants approached him.

“Iya sir. Jeez madam!” they compactly exclaimed, closing their mouths in shock.

“Quick phone doctor Faisal. And bring me some warm water. Fast!” byan said as he rubbed Maureen's very cold hands.

The six maids compactly walked out of Byan's room. Apparently open only Byan who are ketar-ketir but they are also.

“One person staying here is stupid! Bring me maureen.” shirt Byan began to be annoyed by the behavior of the servants who moved here and there like a baby fish.

“Good sir. Which shirt is mister?” in the snaps Byan makes them more and more ketar-ketir and lose focus.

“Gosh! Just get the shirt from my closet. Change maureen's clothes. And two guys clean up Maureen's room. No sharp objects in his room.”

“Good sir!” it seemed like they were starting to notice from the panic. They broke up the road. Each takes on a task according to Byan's instructions.

“This sir, clothes for mistress.” One waiter gave a shirt to Byan.

“You are replacing. I'm waiting outside. Remember, be careful and don't be long.”

“Good sir.” The waiter called his friend at the door to get closer. He needs help.

“Maureen, I'm waiting outside. Calm down, I won't be long,” said Byan as he rubbed Maureen's forehead and kissed her forehead.

The two maids glanced at each other and could-be they held back a smile from seeing the sweet attitude of Byan.

Not long after, Byanpun came out of his room. He waited anxiously for the waiter to change Maureen's clothes.

“Hah, why so long? Time should I change her clothes.” Byan muttered to himself while banging his chest that felt tight.

When does time go according to what he asks?

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