The Charm of the Widow
The more challenging

After questions posed by Moohan at the cafe that afternoon were not answered by Thalia, the one-child woman chose to keep her boss at a distance. In the days that followed, Thalia would rather spend time in the pantry with other employees if there was no work she had to do in the boss' room. Unlike when on the first day he worked obediently waiting for orders from the superior by sitting quietly in the living room, next to the secretary Moohan who jutek to him.

Thalia would only go up to the floor where Moohan's room was, if the president called and needed her help. It did not matter if he had to wara-wiri go up and down the elevator because of Moohan's request, overrated. The TMC boss seemed to be on purpose, not allowing the office girl who specifically worked in the room to berleha-leha.

Like this afternoon. Just now Thalia delivered Moohan's order food and she was also just about to pump her ass which would soon be taken by the courier, the boss had called back. Forced, Thalia had to go back up to the highest floor in the TMC office building to fulfill the call of the building owner.

"What else, anyway?" gerutu Thalia while walking towards the door of Moohan's room.

Thalia paid no heed to the secretary's cynical gaze that passed by her, in front of the elevator door just now who was about to have lunch. After knocking on the door of the President's room, Thalia opened the door. The woman found the boss sitting alone on the sofa, facing the food that Thalia had delivered.

'Tumben the boss is alone. Where are the girls who usually accompany and become his dessert?'

"What task, sir?" ask Thalia who did not want to waste her time in vain. He was still standing in the doorway, reluctant to go inside.

Moohan did not immediately reply, but the eagle-eyed man instead scanned Thalia's appearance. Appearance as usual with a long span skirt covering her knees and a tight blouse on the chest because Thalia's chest enlarged the effect of breastfeeding the baby. The TMC boss, swallowed the saliva.

'The sexier it is, he.' Netra Moohan focused on Thalia's chest which was getting bigger as it was full of Asi who should have been pumped.

Realizing the boss' gaze was fixed on her chest, Thalia immediately closed her arms to cover the source of the princess's life. 'Ck! The boss's eyes never see a big chest. Though 'the women who usually come here and serve him, the average is also big-breasted!'

"Get in and sit here. Follow me to lunch," Moohan said, unraveling Thalia's daydreams.

Thalia bowed a little. "Sorry, sir, I ...."

"No one can refuse my orders, Thalia! Or, you'll fire me!" Moohan began to intimidate with her cold gaze.

For the past two weeks, he had held back from showing his arrogance towards Thalia. Moohan also always relented and let her employees work according to Thalia's comfort, not to worry when the beautiful woman chose to spend time in the pantry rather than in front of her room. But for this time, he would no longer budge and used the power he had to force Thalia.

The beautiful woman breathed a heavy sigh. Thalia thought of her daughter and worried that the tiny baby who had not even turned one month old would run out of stock Asi. He was still in the doorway hesitating to step inside.

"Don't worry, Thalia! I won't touch you without your permission. I just need a friend to eat. I'm not used to eating alone," Moohan persuaded, softening her voice.

Seeing the solemnity of the president's words, Thalia ventured into the room. The beautiful woman, though without any makeup on her face, then sat awkwardly before Moohan as hinted by the president through the movement of her hands. Thalia was silent staring at the amount of food neatly arranged on the table because it was what she brought Moohan, not this much.

'Did the boss also order food outside?'

"I deliberately delivered the food because I wanted to have lunch with you, Thalia," said Moohan who seemed to understand the contents of the beautiful woman's mind in front. "Please, get me some food" he asked, then

Thalia did not immediately get food according to the boss's request. The mother of one child even daydreamed of the husband who until now he did not know exactly how the real news. Moohan's words earlier, reminded Thalia of Alexander who also did not want to eat if no one accompanied.

Her husband always asked Thalia to go to his office to bring her lunch and the two of them would then have lunch together. "Ale, what side dish do you want, honey?" tawar Thalia when she wanted to get food for her husband.

With pleasure, Thalia would do whatever the husband asked. Without Thalia noticing, a sweet smile rose at the corner of her lips recalling the beautiful moment of her safety with Alexander. Moohan who saw Thalia's smile, but that smile was not aimed at her, frowned.

'Dreaming what, anyway, he?'

"Thalia, get me some food!" moohan's call, unravel Thalia's daydream.

"Eh, I-yes, sir." Thalia then immediately brought food for Moohan.

"You should eat too, accompany me," Moohan told him after Thalia had brought him some food.

"No need, sir. I've brought provisions," Thalia gently refused.

"So you just want to be a spectator?" moohan asked who had started to feed the food into her mouth.

"It's okay, sir," Thalia replied.

"Just as you are." Moohan flicked her shoulders and then continued eating her back.

No one else makes a sound. Both are silent. Thalia preoccupied herself with her thoughts of the princess. While Moohan seemed to eat very greedily, while enjoying the beautiful scenery in front.

Yes, Moohan's gaze never separated from Thalia, especially the chest of the beautiful woman. The handsome man so imagined, what if he could play around there and suck it. Moohan smiled to herself and then shook her head slowly.

Along with Moohan's lunch, Thalia seemed very agitated. It was not because of the TMC boss's gaze that kept paying attention to him, but because his chest was starting to feel uncomfortable. Her ashes started to come out and wet Thalia's underwear.

'Well, how about this if it gets to my blouse? Embarrassed if it looks wet and surely the smell of rancid will be smelled by others.'

"Why you?" Moohan's voice broke the silence.

"Sorry, Sir. Can I let you down now? I'm going to the toilet." Thalia ventured to ask permission, though Moohan had not finished her lunch. "I promise, once I'm done I'll be right back here to clean up the rest of your lunch, sir," he continued, cupping both hands in the chest.

Moohan's gaze probed. The eagle-eyed man could catch Thalia's unease. "You can use the toilet in this room" Moohan replied, but Thalia shook her head strongly.

"Can't, Sir. I have to go down right now" forced Thalia who then immediately moved on. The acid is getting out more and more and Thalia does not want to if until the life liquid for her baby soaks her blouse.

"It doesn't matter if after this Mr. will fire me, but obviously I only leave for a moment in the break which should be my right to enjoy freedom because I also have the need," continued, firmly. Without waiting for an answer from her superior, Thalia immediately passed leaving the president's room.

Moohan. For a moment he was silent. A second later a wide smile adorned his handsome face. 'Make challenging.'

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