Stuck With Hot Brothers
Chapter 7. Whose Son Actually?

On the highest floor of the Sixnine Entertainment building, there were two rooms used for leadership. Namely the main leader and the second leader, they occupy their respective rooms, because since the descendants of Barrack was born, the organization in the company experienced a little change.

In the main lead room, Alessandro seemed to sigh. Resist the anger due to news circulating in the virtual world. About the dispute between Ghara and Keysha in the hotel lobby that night.

Again the child made a troublemaker, so he had to move an accomplice, so that the news immediately disappeared from circulation.

"Ck, who's the kid, Bob? Every day the innate problems mute, long time I die young," grumbled Alessandro to the assistant who was sitting in his place. While he stood up with a gaze that unsheathed towards the window.

"Your son, Bege! Lu who was skidipapapap, yes suddenly became the son of Jerry," replied Boby, chiming in the words of his boss and friend who was upset, due to the actions of his son, Ghara.

Alessandro scooped his face with both hands, then pulled his hair back. "Feelings make me read prayer, why it became so popular. Aston fucked me this time?"

"Well that's it, you mostly sin the same time you bokap."

"Si anjiirr, what sin am I with the Aston?"

"Congor lu noh!" jolt Boby hard.

Reflek, Alessandro immediately pursed his lips. He shook his head and began to think that what Boby said was true as well, perhaps this was all in return for his sins when he was young.

"Ck, but I don't think that's why, '" Alessandro said, changing his mind.

"Well, what's it going on, Nyet?"

Boby put on a serious face, making him feel sorry to do that, because the next second Alessandro's answer made him want to applaud.

"When I read the meal prayer, Jony was treated to a mini martabak."

"Dead on you, Al!"

***

After taking care of Lily's matters, Ghara immediately left for the company. However, upon arrival there, he did not directly enter his room. Because he was called by his father.

"What else is garlic?" ghara asked with a limp face. Because lately, the middle-aged man is constantly giving advice which of course only through the eardrum.

"Sit down!" alessandro said he leaned half his body against the table, with both hands folded in front of his chest.

Ghara followed his father's orders. And in the next second he had to listen to the flush of the subtle-spirit, of Keysha, Keysha and Keysha. Makes him feel so bad.

If he had not sinned, Ghara wanted to stuff his father's mouth.

"You're her future husband, Ghar. Be sweeter that way."

"I'm not a sugar prick."

"Seriously, Ghara!"

Ghara gave a rough sigh. "Yes, why is Daddy forcing me to go on anyway? Why isn't Daddy the one who's married to Drop by?!"

Plaque!

"About!" jolt Alessandro with a fierce face.

"Yes, Daddy understands the situation I dong, besides I'm not the type of person who likes aha-ihi just any hole."

Alessandro's head feels one-sided, leaving twitches that feel so torturous. If it continued, he was certain that his head would soon break.

Alessandro tells Ghara to leave instead of standing up.

"Ra, Ra, you used to crave what the hell? Our son is the shape of a gini?"

***

The lunch hour has arrived, Ghara and Edo are already planning to go out and have lunch together. However, just reaching the top of the door, their steps were suddenly blocked by Keysha.

"Darling, I brought you lunch. Let's try it" said the woman enthusiastically. Hoping that his hope would be fulfilled, Ghara ate his food.

Ghara put on a keki face, because he was too lazy to serve Keysha who was too aggressive to a man. "Gue wants to have lunch outside with Edo."

"But I've brought you this dish, Ghar. Your time is."

Keysha showed a sad look, wanting Ghara to pity him. But Ghara is not his name, if deceived by it all. "Gue didn't ask you to bring in a gini, Anjirrr. So, don't mistake me."

"You're pricing my efforts dong."

Ghara pulled the corner of her lips up, because she had an idea. "Want me to price it?"

Keysha, still hoping that Ghara would open up the space in his heart, nodded his head.

"Then bring this food to my room. Let's face it again with Ghara senior."

"Ghar, but—"

Keysha's words were cut off, as Ghara again left him heartless. Makes him want to scream and go berserk now. "Ck, shit!"

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