The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Wear Daster

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"Road, Sur!" tell Mama Siska to Surya, a private driver who is in charge of delivering and guarding Mama Siska wherever she goes.

The big lady of the Wijaya family was, sitting on the passenger bench behind the driver. While continuing to try to contact someone, but until many times the tone is connected to the number in the direction. But not a single call has been answered.

Surya drove the maroon-red car out of the spacious courtyard of the main mansion of the Wijaya family. Slowly blend into one with other vehicles on the highway.

"Where are we going, Miss Siska?" Surya opened his voice asking his great mistress.

Mama Siska looked up at Surya for a moment without saying a word. Then, busy back with his flat object in hand.

The man who could not be said to be young also asked back to his great mistress. I feel like my question has not yet received a definitive answer.

"Mrs Siska, where are we going?" surya asked back while looking towards the middle rearview.

The beautiful woman, who is almost half a century old, clucked because of the actions of her trusted driver, with her eyes still focused on the screen of her phone.

"See once again, I give you your umbrella gift, Sur!" spray Mama Siska pissed. A heart that is arrogant because the son only wayangnya not immediately raised his call. Followed by his personal assistant also equally ignore his urgent call.

"What's the umbrella for, Miss Siska?" absurd questions Surya tapered off Mrs Siska's emotions.

"Make your jigong shield!" spray Mama Siska heat up.

'There's-There's just this big lady. Thought to demo time bring all the shield, use the umbrella again, 'Surya just dare to voice his voice that is flat in the heart. Boro-boro tightened its volume, which was exposed to another burst of lapindo mud.

Surya continued to drive his iron train on the black asphalt which began to feel hot by the hot sun during the day. He still wanted to get answers to several questions asked by his employer. For a while, just let him be the kepo with a high sense of desire. A sense that went far in his mind and would never stop before getting his answer, as there was a mission of its own from its young master.

While the big madam still remained silent with her clumsy fingers busy operating the flat object that became her focus, at this time.

"Nyon---," Surya's lips stopped talking, half open.

Mama Siska let out a long breath. Then hit Surya's arm tight.

Plakkc..

"Have that mouth, don't be like the mother of napa's complex, Sur! Nyerocos continues before getting what you want!" Mama Siska sprayed Surya again.

"I'm sorry, my sass, big lady," Surya said apologizing to Mama Siska. "Then where are we going, big lady?" Surya kekeh on establishment.

"To market!" short Mama Siska.

"To market? What's the big lady shopping for?" Surya is getting kepo.

"Buy negligee!" peekik Mama Siska's.

"Who's the lady for? Tumben to the market, buy it?"

"Make you Surya ask for magic!" sulk Mama Siska, wrath.

"Also, big lady," said Surya by holding his head that was hit by the heat of his big madam.

"Enak? Want again? There is still bogem for people who are spoiled!" hardik Mama Siska's.

What happened to the boss today?

Surya is getting suspicious. But he still tried to be as normal as possible, so as not to be exposed to the rampage of his great mistress again.

Surya pursed his lips. 'This handsome guy was told to wear a negligee. Gimana nih great mistress, can be lost the prestige and good looks of a Surya Saputra Adjie Notonegoro," random scolding in the inner Surya that read by his great mistress.

"Not Notonegoro, Sur! But white lotto make the walls of your house!" sahut Mama Siska held back her gel laughter seeing the expression of Surya's taper lips, eager to lock it with two rubbers like buying a rujak wrapped in oil paper marked by rubber each at a subscription street vendor in the village.

"Sur, you know this address, don't you?" finally Mama Siska held out her advanced phone towards Surya who stopped her car on the side of a quiet road, for a moment.

"Whose house, Miss Siska?" surya asked with a very curious face.

"Written, he asked back! Like your son, Sur. Long time no more pinter, more disturbing! I'll just carve you with Daru! Let you be your driver, let's get magic every day it's coconut shell!" sulkan Mama Siska's.

"Don't big madam, forgive me. Really yes, do not engrave me with Daru," please Surya.

"Then it's focused work!" Mama Siska exhaled a rough breath.

"So in---,"

"Follow that map on my phone screen!" tell Mama Siska.

"Okay, big lady," replied Surya obediently.

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Geck.. Geck.. Geck..

Gala heard a grin in front of the brown door that read CEO, while continuing to knock on the door leaf. Today he wants to prank his young master, but the boss already knows that he is waiting for him in the closed room.

Gala was sure, at this time the look on his master's face was red. Because a while ago playing hide and seek with his first wife.

The handsome young man curled the corner of his lips, when he heard a voice from inside the room asking him to enter the room he was in.

Gala opened a little dark brown door leaf, then just popped her head into the room while making a wink.

"Hurry in!" he just gave it a glance.

"Hehehe.." Gala swung her steps unsteadily towards the large table in the room.

After arriving at the large table, Gala did not directly land her butt in the front seat of the table.

"Sit down! Such a great guest must be welcomed!" now Mahen's focus turned to the body figure that was standing upright in front of him.

"Yes, boss. Chair special for a great guest, boss," Gala fad that get a sharp look Mahen.

Gala returned the boss' gaze with a faint smile. "Kirain, a jongos like me can't sit in that chair, boss."

"Your mouth.. Your mouth! So taper! Get kicked!" mahen said as he threw a bull at Gala.

"Wussa.. It's a good thing I can dodge the boss," Gala shook her head.

At a time when the two were seriously discussing something very secret. Suddenly the silence of the room was broken by the ringing sound of a cell phone chuckling on Mahen's desk.

The dignified handsome man's stern face immediately shifted the green button with his sturdy index finger, to silence so as not to continue screaming.

But he had not spoken yet. It was already the typical voice of a very well known woman in her life.

"Mahendra Wijaya, get home now! Or you won't meet Nayla Suherman, again!"

Instantly the man's burly body stiffened at the news he had just heard.

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