ARROGANT BOSS AND KARYAWATI SABLENG

Son or Mother

Viano gave the King's cell phone number to Nesta, two days after they had eaten together. Though he had the intention in his heart, would not have any more business with the girl for him. Just, how else. The King, it seems happy to have a new friend.

Moreover, his new friend this time there is a figure that is sought after all this time. From the past, the King wanted to know, it felt if there was an adult woman who was not his sister, could accompany.

It's nothing, Viano never told me who the King's real mama was. When asked, always say the King will be told that he is an adult.

The time, according to the king. Since his friends in the Kindergarten often delivered his mother, from there the King began to think of the figure of a mother. Unfortunately, the King never saw Viano with women.

Well, indeed Viano never went with Lusi. Unfortunately, the King did not like the woman who claimed to be Viano's old friend. The reason, Lusi once glared at the King when he accidentally spilled water on his dress. Plus Viano who does not talk much also can not smile freely when with Lusi, increasingly making the King upset with him.

Nesta hasn't been considered a mother-to-be, anyway. His very young age - twenty years - is more pleasant to consider brother. However, whose name is destiny, who can guess?

"Sir, the King is really the son of the Father, huh?" Nesta asked, while keeping King's contacts on her phone.

Viano, who is sitting in his office chair, can only be irritated.

"Yes, sorry, sir. 'I just asked." Nesta never had a burden even though Viano was inflamed.

"Don't get along with me!" firmly Viano.

"Huh?" Nesta's mouth was wide open. This is more certain that the King is not a biological child. His nature is opposite to his father. That's a boy, it's sweet, cute, fine, makes a gemes anyway. His father, keep the emotions going.

"Don't ask too many questions. Just save Raja's contact, you'll chat him if there's time."

"Okay, Sir!" Nesta.

"But inget, don't chat with my son at lesson time."

"OKAY. Then I chat during the day."

"My son, school till afternoon."

Nesta sighs. "That means afternoon, sir."

"Now, you're not done with work." Viano reminded.

Right too, Nesta just realized. "Well then, dinner's over, sir."

"That's my son's hour of rest."

Oh, my God, storm!

"Sir, deh, which is certain at what time," annoyed Nesta, "or, you say, I can not talk to your son."

It does. Viano did not want to allow Nesta to get close to the King. Fear of her son's stress. Unfortunately, the King continued to beg to be able to talk with Nesta and Viano most dizzy if his son sulked

"You don't have to be polite talking to your boss!"

Nesta if upset, it likes khilaf. Forgot that Viano was the boss.

"Not to apologize!" Only then did Nesta want to talk, already being ambushed first. Make the master mouth, pursing the lips.

"My son, from yesterday would like to talk to you. He's got free time between half-six and seven. You can call him at that hour."

Half-six? That, uh, Nesta's still on the bus.

"Okay, sir." Let's say it again on the bus, he'll call the king. Good, talk on the way.

"It's just, I want to tell you, to be careful when talking to young children. Don't say anything, let alone ugly me!" cerocos Vianos. Oh, my God, there are a lot of rules.

This, if there are still many, like Nesta want to ask Viano to make a list, continue to send via Whatss App. Fear if anyone forgets just one, can be sprayed Viano.

Ujang came to deliver coffee. A little suspicious at the sight of Viano. From yesterday he saw Nesta talking in Viano's room.

"Yes, you're out there." Impressed to be kicked out of Nesta.

Lift your ass off the chair, Nesta back to the pantry. Continue the work, without complaining.

•°•

The king had just returned home from school, about four in the afternoon. The schedule is solid, the name is also an international standard.

Take off your own shoes, put them on the shelf, go straight to the room. The first one he looked for, his cell phone. Curious, whether Nesta has called or not.

"Den Raja, do you want to eat again or not?" ask sister.

"No, I'll just wait for papa." Continue lying while playing the device.

"Wake up, Den. Let's get some rest."

Not much rebuttal, King put down the cell phone, rushed to the bath. She's grown up, so she won't bathe her sister. Mostly, just be reminded which parts should not forget to clean.

While waiting for the King to finish bathing, Mia prepared a change of clothes. Not long ago, the roar of the car sounded. Look out of the King's window on the second floor, not Viano's car.

Oho! Mia shut her mouth. Apparently that came the big lady. Mana Viano hasn't come home from work yet, so horrified himself.

Mia rushes to send a message to Viano, informing him that her mother is coming.

The king finished his bath.

"Den, put on the clothes. There's an oma."

As if feeling the same, King ogah-ogahan to quickly wear clothes.

"Later if I have a chat, he replied sweetly, yes. Let's not get angry."

"Umm." King nodded. Even so, he realized very well that what he did would be in vain. Oma will always assume wrong, what the King did. From the past, there was never any liking in the heart of the oma for him.

When his father was a house with an oma, the King often heard them quarreling. Lastly, the boy remembered that the old Viano was difficult because of the King. For the sake of the child, Viano chose to live in his own home, away from his parents. From there, the oma called the King the cause of Viano to be the son of the opposition.

"King in the room, Sus."

Mia sighs. "Later angry oma, if Den Raja does not salim."

"Suster told you papa?"

"It." Mia nodded slowly.

•°•

Viano was shocked to death, when he read a message from Mia. What business, her mother came home. Work hours are not over, he can not concentrate. He chose to hurry home.

While driving, he kept calling his mother. Many times the ringing is heard, but not raised. Seems intentionally.

Switch to contact Mia.

"Hello, sir," replied Mia, quickly.

"Mia, is my mother still home?"

"Still, Sir."

"Let's tape you to my mother."

"Good, sir."

Viano waited a few seconds.

"Vi?" The heavy voice of his mother was heard.

"Ma, is Mama home?" In a hurry, Viano asked.

There was an unpleasant laughter. "A mother comes to her son's house, why fear like a monster coming?

Viano clenched a strong hand. "Ma, wait a minute. Viano's on his way home."

"Obviously Mama will wait for you to come home."

"That's not it, Ma. Please don't push the king."

Garseta-mama Viano-rashbik. "So, that kid's a lot more important than mama, Vi?"

Starting again, they will argue about the King.

"Ma"

"For her sake, you left the house. For the sake of the child as well, you continue to refuse to be in a relationship with a woman. You're young, dashing, wasting time on that kid"

"Ma!" Viano jerking. "Wait for Viano to come home, we'll talk directly."

"Hm." Calls were stopped without permission from Garseta. He returned the phone to Mia with a cynical face.

There was the King, who was pecking at the bottom of the stairs.

"You heard me, didn't you?" ask the King.

The king endured fear and tears. His breath looks stingy.

Mia immediately approached and invited him in.

The king was afraid of the oma who always hated him. He was also sad, as he felt he was the cause of his papa quarreling with oma.

The king could not ask why the oma and the papa were fighting. However, his heart was always curious. Why, Garseta doesn't like Viano staying with the King?