The Married With Dangerous Boy
44. CEO's power

Each class has some cleaning tools. Among them there are brooms, kemocengs, and also garbage baskets. Every day, of course, there are picket officers who have to work on pickets every morning before the entrance bell rings.

But that doesn't apply to these two girls. They are late to class because they have to clean up Martha's old shit caused by Gavin.

Therefore, the two of them were not allowed to go home first by their chairman.

"Gavin is brash!" martha Overestimation.

Alesha looked at Martha. He breathed slowly.

"If my supplies are not thrown away, we will not be told to picket alone!"

"Kasian," murmured Alesha.

Martha nodded as she pursed her lips.

"The rice was wasted." Alesha stroked her stomach. He had craved the smell of the food Martha brought, but he had to let the food go to waste.

Martha stood up and kicked the table. Alesha surprised. He stroked his chest softly as he said, "Astaghfirullah."

"Let's go Sha, let's clean up the class. Then we go home." Martha looked at Alesha seriously.

Alesha snorted lazily. He nodded resignedly. "Hm," he said.

Martha pulls Alesha's hand. The girl stood up. The two passed by taking a broom in the corner of the class. But before that happened, someone knocked on their classroom door.

Martha and Alesha looked at each other. Ferdi's figure appeared in front of them.

"Well, are you nongol there?" sergeant Martha.

Zafran and Laka appear behind Ferdi. Martha and Alesha looked at each other. They put each other's shoulders together. Don't know what they mean by coming here.

Zafran stepped in closer to Alesha. All turned their attention to Zafran. The guy grabbed Alesha's bag, then pulled Alesha's hand.

"Mama's at home. You have to go home first!" zafran Command.

Martha frowned. Then he blocked Zafran's hand. "Eh-eh can't do that, Zaf. It's both of us, so Alesha has to picket me first!"

Zafran throws Martha's hand hard. He didn't care even though he did that in front of Alesha.

"Lo see the face I care about?"

Martha looked at him cengo. He's shaking his head. "No."

Zafran pulls a smile. It's mangosteen.

"But Zaf, Martha said. I wasn't picket yet, instead we have to change pickets when we get home." Alesha.

"Lo more important Mama or picket?"

Alesha blinked quickly. "Mama anyway," he said as he grinned the horse.

"Don't worry, I've brought you a replacement."

"Replacement?" Alesha pulled one eyebrow. "Who?"

Zafran looked back. The place where Ferdi and Laka are. Those who were in the gosipi only stared at Zafran flat. They do not know the purpose of Zafran to bring them here just to judge.

"Ferdi with Laka?"

Zafran. "Not the two of them,"

Several wrinkles appeared on Alesha's forehead. "Continue?"

"One of them."

Without waiting for an answer, Zafran pulled Alesha away. Martha just snorted resignedly. Better two than one, but he wishes that person was Laka. Because if that guy was Ferdi, he wasn't sure he'd be able to clean up properly.

"Hopefully I don't cooperate with canned crackers." Martha prayed to the Almighty.

Zafran stopped at the doorway. He looked at Ferdi and Laka in turn.

"Lo are both suits" said Zafran.

Ferdi and Laka looked at each other. They did not understand Zafran's intentions, but they continued to carry out Zafran's orders. It was as if Zafran's command was like the king's, and it was absolute. Cannot be denied.

The result is the thumb Laka and index Ferdi. From the results of their suit, the automatic winner is Laka, and the loser is Ferdi.

"Who won?" ask Zafran. Back there Martha stole a glance and sharpened her ears. Secretly listening to their conversation.

Zafran mangosteen, he patted proudly Laka's shoulder a few times.

"Lo comes with me home, and lo Fer," Ferdi turns, "lo changein Alesha pickets with Martha."

Ferdi had just opened his mouth but had already been cut off by Zafran.

"There is no rejection!"

Ferdi. Especially when his two best friends passed away leaving Ferdi. While Martha has been tearing indistinctly.

"Damn it, I got bullied!"

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A wind caressed his face. A calm feeling swept over his body. The cold atmosphere did not make him turn inside.

He really enjoyed the beauty of nature tonight. His eyes opened slowly. One tear fell unexpectedly.

He develops a smile. Happiness was on his face. Handkerchiefs remove tears that fall from the eye peluhan.

"How are you, Mother?"

"What's Alesha's miss?"

His lips were shaking slowly. He immediately bit his lower lip. He did not want to make an ugly crying sound.

"Olderz...,"

"Mother's Kangen,"

No, it's not that Alesha isn't grateful to have a new family that loves her so much. It's just that he misses his mother a lot. Even if he doesn't have any good memories with him.

Seeing Zafran joking with his mother, Alesha was very happy. Moreover, when his mother considers Alesha like her own child. That is a matchless happiness.

But isn't it natural for a child to miss their dead parents?

The longing for a person who will not be able to be present in the world is the most severe longing compared to longing for a different lover in the city.

Talking and doing activities with Yuni makes Alesha a little forget the bitter memories without a mother. But always like this, when Yuni comes home, every night Alesha must feel sadness.

It was sad that he wanted to meet his mother. But that is an impossibility.

"Mother, the quiet mom over there. Because here Alesha is very, very happy and grateful to have a new family,"

"Mother's husband's choice..." The girl drew her smile.

"It's the best,"

"Alesha has no regrets accepting her as Alesha's husband."

Take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Mother, Alesha wants to take Alesha's husband to see mom."

"But, it seems like he's still busy."

"Sorry, long time no visit to you, Mother."

"If there's time, Alesha will go home and make a pilgrimage."

Zafran undoes his intention that will invite Alesha inside. His heart rippled to hear the sigh of Alesha who missed the figure of her mother.

Perhaps, Alesha seemed to always be happy with Yuni, but who would have thought, behind her happiness, she kept a million yearnings on the figure of her biological mother.

Zafran. He will leave Alesha alone. The guy passed away. He took his phone and called Seto.

No need to wait long, the man picked up the phone from Zafran. Without further ado, Zafran immediately delivered his message.

"Please clear my schedule for the next two days."

"But tomorrow we will launch a new product, Mr. Zafran."

"Delay."

Wanted to break it, but Seto was unable. Fear makes Zafran run amok. Finally he could only snort resignedly and immediately change the schedule, and contact other employees.

"Okay, I'll do it."

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