Superku Mama
Sandra VS Aletha

"Excuse me! Hello!" greet that man again.

Aletha heard the voices of women coming through her closed room.

"Like a female voice. Thankfully though. Kirain was in Bilson.." he murmured softly.

"What's up, mbak?" he told a woman who was standing at the door of the big house.

Uh, this was a girl at the time. Who was with Mr Bilson to the hotel. Inner Aletha.

"It's okay. I just want to see Mr. Bilson. I'm Sandra, Mr. Bilson's co-worker" Sandra explained.

His eyes looked at Aletha from top to bottom. It was as if Aletha was something strange to him.

It's worth Mr Bilson looking for another woman again, he as a wife can not take care of himself anyway? Just look at how butek looks like that! Inner Sandra.

"His Bilson sir is?" ask Sandra.

"Nothing, ma'am. He hasn't been home since a few days ago. Maybe he was busy times with office work." replied Aletha flatly.

"Oh that. Yes, I go first." said Sandra to step her foot.

"Do you want to send a message or what? Just tell me, ma'am. Let me tell Bilson later." said Aletha.

Oh no's. I can't possibly tell him. He may suspect that our plan will be. Just let me go home again. Sandra muttered in her heart.

Uh, wait wait wait. Or what if I heat him up. So he and Mr. Bilson soon divorced. He'll fight with Santi and I'll take advantage of that. Yes, I should be able to get Mr. Bilson. Inner Sandra.

He smiled at himself thinking about his idea. Aletha was astonished to see it.

"No, no need. Let me find you later, sir. Bilson's in his office. Oya, wife or who was Bilson?" ask Sandra to pretend.

"I'm his wife. Why why?" ask Santi.

"Oh that. Kirain her brother." she said in a made-up innocent tone.

"Aren't you sure Mr. Bilson's in his office? You see, I said that I had not been home for days. Are you sure he slept there?" ask Sandra.

Yess hooked him. Hopefully it works out my plan. Inner Sandra.

"I mean, mbak?" aletha did not understand.

"I-I mean it could have been Mr. Bilson there was another woman. Have you never investigated it?" ask Sandra again.

"Two days ago I saw him with a girl in a cafe. I don't know who that girl is. They look very friendly. Like a couple." said Sandra again.

I know what Bilson is like. But I can't tell this woman. I've seen him the same as Bilson. Ah heidah. It is not important to serve it. But I can pry information about the woman at him. Inner Aletha.

'Oyes? The hell time mbak? What's the woman's name? You know?" aletha asked pretending to be excited.

"Name Santi. He's my best friend. His full name is Santi Zoya Larasati. His father was a wealthy businessman" he explained.

This time, Sandra's feelings were stirring. He felt that Aletha had been provoked by what she said.

"Can you give me the address of the woman?" ask Aletha.

"could. Lt could. I sent it through WA. Can I know WA number, ma'am?" ask Sandra curiously.

Aletha mentioned her WA number.

"My phone's in the room. Just send a message. I will save the mbak number." said Aletha.

"Already, mbak." said Sandra briefly.

His eyes focused on the screen of his phone looking around for something he would send to Aletha's number.

"I'll excuse you then, ma'am. Later if there is any info I will tell mbak." Sandra chirped.

"All right, ma'am." said Aletha.

Sorry, San. I have to wear it this way. So that your relationship with Mr. Bilson ends and you can choose Tito Kardalis, while I can freely approach Mr. Bilson. Sandra's heart in her heart.

He drove his car at a moderate speed. He was very happy after his conversation at Aletha's house. It felt like getting a fresh breeze because Aletha with her midway wanted to give her her mobile number.

It's also true that I helped you, San so that you don't bother thinking about who to choose. Just chill. I'll finish everything. Inner Sandra again.

"Good Day, ma'am!" an officer greeted Aletha who was about to close the door of her house after Sandra came home.

"Good day! What business are you doing here?" ask Aletha.

Aletha read the letter carefully.

"Good, sir. I will convey it later to mass Bilson." said Aletha Langaung.

"Good, mom. See you later at the courthouse." said the officer. Then leave.

Aletha closed the house again, then placed the paper on the living room table.

Then he went to the room to open his phone. Because he remembered Sandra.

"What's? How could these files be in his hands? Did he take it?" aletha was surprised.

He watched carefully many times. But still there are no irregularities in that file.

"really. My file. It's original. Where'd he get it? Whether from the Bilson mass or not......"

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The number you are going to is busy.

"Arrgggh, shit! Get busy again!" say Aletha when Sandra's phone is not connected.

While in the company.

"Where? That work?"

"Successful, sir. It's in my hands now."

"good. I'm waiting for you in my office."

"No, sir. The Dilla cafe. We'll meet there."

"All right."

Bilson disconnects his call after getting a deal from the person who called him.

"Who, mas?" ask Santi.

Apparently he's coming with Bilson to the office.

"Workers. We're planning a project." replied Bilson.

"Oooh." muttered Santi.

"Male or female, mas?" ask Santi the search party.

"You calm down, baby. A man." he said.

"Ooohh, kirain women." he said.

"What if women? You're jealous" asked Bilson to tease Santi.

"Burse. You could be tempted by it. The heart of a person knows. It could be smitten because of her beauty." Santi said.

"No, honey. You are the most beautiful." - seduced Bilson.

A flash of Santi's face reddened like a pomegranate. He feels happy to be praised as well as shy of cats. Fortunately, I am not shy. Haha.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" ask Bilson.

"It's all right. Why me?" ask Santi to pretend.

"Your cheeks are flushed, baby." said Bilson.

Santi covered his face with both palms.

"I'm I'm going to t-toilet for a minute, mas." said Santi grogi.

He left without Bilson's consent.

She why the hell? Is he really jealous? Inner Bilson.

Bilson's phone rang again. The name of Aletha was there. But Bilson had no intention of ignoring him. He turned his phone around and put it on his desk.