ARROGANT BOSS AND KARYAWATI SABLENG

E Quadrate K

Getting out of the car, Viano hastily entered the house. Arriving in the living room, she found Garseta sitting across her legs accompanied by a cup of warm tea.

"Ma?" Still in his breath he greeted.

"Hasty-rush, Vi?" There was a satirical tone in the speech of the middle-aged woman in front of Viano.

Viano held his breath, loosening the tie first before sitting in front of his mother.

"What do you need to do here?"

"Waiting for my beloved son to come home." Garseta is convinced, Viano knows that just visiting is not the real reason.

"We don't need to talk, Ma. What do you need to come here?"

"Tomorrow Mama there's a lunch with business colleagues. Lusi will come too."

Viano knows, what the end is.

"The lights are coming too!" Garseta.

Viano growled, he knew there was going to be an urgent matter. It turns out trivial things.

"Mama can phone-"

"Call?" Garseta's tone was high. "Mom's not just saying that, Vi!"

Viano tensed.

"Mom tomorrow you will come, without the child."

"King, Ma!" Viano doesn't like it when his mama says the boy. It was as if the King was worthless. "Mom should know, if she's a real child"

"Did I ever admit it?" Garseta jerking Viano. "Don't try the old matchstick Mama, Vi!"

Tense atmosphere.

Garseta. "If you still consider Mama an old man, pick up Mama tomorrow morning."

"Without, that boy!" Garseta reminded me.

Viano could not argue. Both, equally entrapping.

Attaching a small bag, Garseta got up from her seat.

"Mama wait for you tomorrow!"

"Mk." Viano. "Wanna go home?"

"Aren't you the one who wants Mama to leave?"

Viano held the forehead for a bit. "That's not what it means, Viano just doesn't want Mama to be angry with the King."

Garseta shuddered slowly. "No need for pleasantries, Vi. Mama knows your heart."

Quiescent. That's how Garseta continues to think negatively about Viano, even though the child has taken pains to show his service.

All, just because of one thing. Viano did not want to be separated from the King.

•°•

His mother came home, Viano went upstairs to the King's room. Coincidentally, Mia just came out.

"What king, Sus?"

Mia just closed the door quietly. "Den the king said he was going to sleep."

"Oh!" Viano nodded slowly.

"If so, I'm sorry to go home, yes, sir."

"Please, Sus."

Putting your head down a bit, Mia, excuse me. She was not a babysitter at home. The only people who live in this house are Viano and Raja. There was one house cleaner-it wasn't staying-and a security guard.

Especially for Mia, Viano gave more money to find a boarding place not far from Viano's house. He had to go back and forth, so that there would be no gossip. Especially slander.

Mia left, Viano went into the King's room.

His son was curled up behind a blanket on his back to Viano.

Sitting next to his son, Viano gently rubbed the King's shoulders.

"The king is asleep?" Viano actually knew, the King was still awake.

The king was hiding. He would not cry in front of his father. Besides not wanting to add to Viano's burden, he was also embarrassed, because he felt men did not deserve to cry.

"Sorry Papa ...." Viano whispered softly. "King don't be sad, yeah." One soft side of Viano that not many people know. He has a fatherly nature that can be said to be perfect.

The king took off his blanket, turned to look at Viano.

"Oma's mad at Papa again?" tanyanya polo's.

Smiling, Viano rubbed the top of his son's head.

"Oma just wanted to let you know, if Papa has a lunch invitation, tomorrow."

"The king can't come, right?" the boy, plain.

Reason, the King knows the truth.

"Father, if Papa marries, the King stays with Papa or shunned?"

Viano frowned, because suddenly his son asked so.

"Oma always said, the King should not bother Papa if Papa has a wife. The king must go away Papa."

"No, Papa won't be far from the King." Even if the marriage required Viano to separate from the King, he would still choose to be single.

"Later if the King tells you to go, put the King in the orphanage, Pa. Don't go in the cardboard, okay?"

Viano giggling. "Who taught you that?"

"No, Davin's mom. If he's naughty, his mama always says she wants to get him in the cardboard to pick up a junkyard."

Anxious. There are only the minds of children.

"Have you eaten, not yet?"

"Udah, Dad. Sisters told the King to eat, afraid of kemaleman if you wait for Papa."

"What school was it?"

"Good, Pa." Actually not a hundred percent good. Earlier, some brats taunted the King who never escorted his mother to school. They say, The king of the nuns is not the mother's son.

"Beneeeer?" Viano pinched his son's puffed cheek until it looked widened. His eyes are getting narrower then.

"Yes."

Viano must teach the meaning of belief in the King. If his son confesses, he must believe.

"Well, would you like a cup of coffee, would the king be in the bedroom?"

"You're here."

"okay!" Viano lifted his ass out of bed. "If you want to watch TV, don't go to night. Play hape too, so. Maximal at eight, all must be turned off."

King assented. Not in the office, not at home. Viano has always been a disciplined man and a lot of rules. But everything is true too, anyway.

"Don't forget to brush your teeth before going to bed!" the message again before closing the door. She's even more chatty than Mom-emak.

...•°•...

Under the shower, Viano soaked his body. Long she flushed her head, trying to cool the hot heart.

There's a lot of burden.

About the King who is getting bigger and later Viano must tell the truth. The problem of his mother who until today has not been willing to recognize the King as a grandson, and also the relationship that increasingly stretched Viano. Office problems; stacking meeting schedules, strategies to advance the company.

Not to mention, she has a super crazy office girl who every day makes headaches. Nesta!

Speaking of Nesta, not just agreed to call her son. Why, the King didn't talk about Nesta?

Viano clasped his hands, lest Nesta lie. Watch out, if you dare to lie to your child! Get ready, accept Mr. Tiger's tantrums (macho and handsome)

After his bath, Viano intends to reprimand Nesta.

Handukan, put on clothes, keep going downstairs. The little towel was still stuck to his neck, holding back the drops of water from his hair. While preparing coffee for himself, he typed in a message for Nesta.

What the hell are you? How, haven't you called my son?

Waiting for half an hour. From freshly brewed coffee to hot water, half a new Nesta is back. Exasperate.

Sir, I just got home. I slept in the bus.

Had Nesta been in front of him at this time already Viano remat his head.

Be patient! For the sake of the King who needed a little entertainment, Viano had to give up.

My son is still waiting for a call from you. Call him now. Later your quota money I added to the salary.

In the app, there is a caption; Si Sableng is typing ....

Not long ....

Later, Sir. I need E squared K.

What, anyway! Viano. It's weird, Nesta's behavior.

I don't understand! Speaking of which, do not use code let alone pleasantries!

Nesta read Viano's message rather hesitant, if you have to obey the orders of his boss. Masa, anyway, a person as smart as him does not immediately understand? It's just a simple term.

Only, yes, if Nesta does not answer straightforwardly must be nagged.

Your father's time doesn't understand? Okay, I'll tell you something blunt. E square K\= E2K\= EEK\= BERAK!

The coffee that entered the throat immediately gushed out of Viano's mouth. Just this time there's a girl saying 'slag' blatantly. Subhanallah once, Nesta. The most powerful God.

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