ARROGANT BOSS AND KARYAWATI SABLENG

Cannot Get Acute

High heels were eventually replaced with wedges. Viano said, let's be safer. After all, look at Nesta's broken path, even making a broken appearance.

Finished business at the boutique, Viano wanted to go directly to his parents' house. Nesta gets a taxi ride to Viano's house, and they pick up the King.

"Kok, I didn't get delivered just yet, sir?" The seconds of Nesta's taxi to come he asked.

Viano who stood beside him only glanced at a glance. Still lucky he wanted to be good to accompany Nesta, until the taxi came.

"'Kan, it's quite cost-effective, sir." Even if it is not considered, keep talking.

"Indeed, the family home of the same father is not in the same direction, huh?" Still have a chat. "I stink, huh, sir?" Nesta began to suspect, just like herself.

"Do you not smell like a jigong?" Usually, right, that's it. People are avoided because of bad breath.

Viano reached into the bag. Take the gum, open the wrapper, take the contents, keep the gag to Nesta's mouth.

"I'm just asking out of curiosity!" rutuk Nesta, but his mouth was engrossed in chewing candy. The fate of standard-faced lackeys, yes. Try if beautiful cute innocent like the one in the teen novel will be able to kiss.

Come to think of it, Viano is still good. Rather than crammed with bricks.

"That's you, while chewing food, can still talk. I don't know how your family made that mess."

Not much could stand Nesta. At least his grandfather, even that because he could not hear.

Look at the watch, Viano sighed. In just three minutes, it felt like the ears were hot. Nesta was even more chatty than the child King.

Wait a minute, what kind of aura is this? Viano frowned when he saw Nesta was silent. Let alone, his words offended Nesta.

Wait a few seconds. Still quiet too.

So a little guilty.

"Why are you?" Sok cool tanya, so it is not obvious if you are worried. "Anged with me?"

Nesta.

"Why diem?"

"The candy's stuck in the teeth, sir. Ow." Nesta was busy pointing her tongue towards the stuck candy.

"Dispose, why!" Wonder there are women as cute and weird as Nesta.

"Darling, Sir. Still sweet."

Holy hooch! Viano's got an impromptu headache.

"As far as you are, the important thing is that you're in."

"Big!" the answer without hesitation.

Viano kept counting the wasted seconds. The woman next to him, too annoying.

Thankfully, the taxi order arrived ahead.

"Taxi've arrived, you stay ahead. I'm going to the parking lot." Viano is ready to step-up to freedom from the Westa sniffle that makes the ears pengang.

"Sir!" Viano closed his arms, as Nesta called out again. "Don't play, dong!"

"Why again, anyway!"

"How are you doing?"

For God's sake! Viano wants to scream. No matter how much he held back, his round body language rubbing his face strongly indicated that he was upset.

"My party has paid three million cash, you still calculate the cost too?"

"Oh, the three million already includes the fare, sir?"

"I've paid for e money!" It seems Viano is very emotional, Nesta shrunk. Automatic blurring.

Take a taxi, call the address of the intended, Nesta sits sweet in the car.

Thirty minutes, we reached our destination. Turns out, the boss's house is strategic too. Close to everywhere.

"Sir Nestaaaa!" The king, who had been waiting before the gate, welcomed Nesta's arrival.

Nesta, fresh out of the car, was blown away at first sight. Viano's house is nice. It is not a matter of luxury or breadth, but rather its unique design. On the front there are several hanh areas set up similar to futsal areas and mini basketball courts.

Neste is approaching the King.

Hugs, a little anxiety. It feels like ten years of not meeting. Mia could only silently watch two creatures - exactly one, because the King was still a child.

"Sir Nesta is beautiful. Got Papa's shirt, huh?"

Nesta smiled widely. "You, you know." So shameful to make.

"Oo-h." Nesta. So, Viano thinks Nesta's performance is bad for a fancy restaurant? Why, Nesta's kind of hurt, huh?

"Sister Nesta?" The king shook Nesta's dreamy hands. "Why is he?" the tank returned as Nesta looked at him.

"If you may know, what kind of lunch did you have, anyway? How come you can't have a table?"

Mia took over the conversation when the King fell silent.

"Sir Viano has an important meeting with his family. Fear Den King, bosen."

Nesta thought for a moment. "Ja!" It was as if Nesta was creating a call for her boss' son. "What if we go for a walk?"

"Where are you going?"

"We play more fun, rather than eat!"

"You, Brother!" The king thought, more attractive Nesta's offer.

"Den!" Mia interrupts, "if the papa asks how?"

Nesta squinted. Code, let that boy not be incited.

"The king doesn't want to eat with oma!"

•°•

Viano's restless. Lunch had already taken place half an hour ago, but the same Nesta King had not yet seen the trunk of his nose.

Renald-his father Viano-had actually asked many times, about his son who could not calm down. However, Viano tried to ignore. The problem is, Garseta's expression seems to remind him that he does not want Viano to discuss the King.

There was also something uncomfortable about it. Luci. The woman was there as a guest as well as the main topic in the conversation.

Don't be surprised about the secretary's whereabouts. She's not a random girl. Although not from among entrepreneurs, Lusi is quite capable to be a companion of Viano.

His mother Lusi is a former famous model who is also a friend of Garseta. Obviously, from the appearance of Lusi not far from his mother. Not to mention, he was from the same college as Viano. In short; Lusi is obviously a seedling, bebet, its weight. Bonus she's beautiful.

For Viano, Lusi looks more like a spy in his office than an employee.

"On your engagement. What, did you decide when the date was?"

Susi who was sitting next to Garseta blushed in embarrassment. His cheeks blushed, imagining Viano would be his.

"Who's engaged?" ask Viano, cold.

"Don't do it, Vi!" Garseta.

At least like the family meal, ends like this.

"I appreciate, whatever Viano's decision is." Susi held a sense in her heart that wanted to have Viano right away.

"Is that so, Lus?" sambar Vianos.

Lusi felt, he would be stuck with his own words.

"Then." Viano took off his napkin, ready to move because there did not want any personal discussion here. "We don't have to talk about this anymore. Because the answer remains the same."

Renald doesn't talk much. This match, it was Garseta who wanted.

Viano bowed slightly, as a courtesy.

"Sorry, Ma, Pa. Viano has to go."

When Garseta asked her firmly enough where she was going, Viano just kept going.

"What for the King?"

Viano froze for a moment.

"If for the sake of the King, it means that the child is as unlucky as his mother. The son of a pesky carrier. He's the one who separated mother and son!"

"Ma!" Viano's father reminded Garseta to hold back emotions.

"Until any time ...." This time Garseta started talking. "The boy won't be able to come back again, that means forever I won't consider him part of this family!"

Ignoring, Viano kept going. He knew that his attitude was not good, especially if the King saw his rebellion.

"Leave the boy, Vi!" At the private dinner, Garseta yells at Viano.

Heavier on the King, Viano chose to leave.

Sorry Viano, Ma.