Bima's Second Wife

chapter 44

I squinted one of my eyes. Mr. Bima was no longer there, only the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom. I wrapped myself back in a blanket, still not understanding what was happening.

As I recall...

Yesterday I was still working.

Phone call from Pak Wayan.

Pak Bima is lying on the sofa.

Pak Bima is sleeping.

I do my job in Pak Bima's office.

And...

Looks like I overslept.

But I should have woken up, because all this time I never slept so soundly that I didn't realize I had moved. But where is this?

Question after question kept circling my head, until it felt a little dizzy.

The bathroom door opened, I saw Mr. Bima coming out of there using a small towel wrapped around his waist. I bowed my head more and more, my chest pounding with its firmness. Did something happen last night?

He walked right past me. Open a small closet that is not far from there, then start wearing his clothes one by one. I was still bending my gaze, but from the corner of my eyes it was still clearly visible as he wore it one by one. My wild thoughts instantly perched on my pretty brain.

"Aren't you going to take a shower?" tanyakanya.

"Eh?" I ventured to look at him. Aaah his face was getting handsome, let alone the smell of strawberries and chocolate coming out when he passed me. She's ready for her work shirt. Sweetie! Deh melting!

"Hey, this shower is already noon!" he said while sitting across the bed.

"Eh yes." I pushed the thick blanket out of my body, and it struck me when I saw the buttons on my shirt were still open.

"What?!" he asked, but his gaze was still fixed on his flat box object.

"Every night.we..me and..father....anu.." it's really hard to say it. Just one sentence, "Did we do it last night?" that's hard koq!

"We only slept last night!" he said, still focus on the phone screen and typing something there. It was good to hear that from Pak Bima.

"What do you think?"

"uh, no. Hehe."

"I just unbuttoned your shirt and skirt because I don't think it's comfortable to sleep in a work shirt." upss seems like Mr. Bima knows what I'm thinking.

"Quick shower! Not that there was a meeting this morning!" Pak Bima walked past me. I immediately ran to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror I looked at myself. Look at everything there. Is correct. Nothing happened. Suddenly I was disappointed. Why didn't anything happen last night. Is my body less seductive in her eyes? Are my lips less sexy?

Think what the hell?!

I immediately took a shower, using the soap and shampoo that was there. Smell the aroma of chocolate and strawberries. So yummy. Next time I have to buy something like this. But it's also funny Mr. Bima with his cool face wearing a soft-scented soap like this.

I came out of the bathroom using a towel that only covered my chest and to me, it was so short that this towel, even if I bent down for sure the back would look very clear. I lowered my towel slightly down, but half of my chest was visible. Let it be, there's no one else in this room. And it seems that Mr. Bima also came out.

Oh gosh. My clothes. I looked at my crumpled work clothes on the bed, where there was another meeting this morning. Aah how is this! I spread the shirt over the bed and rubbed it, hoping it wasn't too tangled. But still I need ironing so that the clothes are neat and worthy to wear.

"Wear Dena's clothes alone, it's in the closet." Mr. Bima's voice from behind me made me amazed and reflexes holding a towel that almost sagged.

I am so ashamed of you!

Mr. Bima is out again. I can breathe a sigh of relief now. I'll open a small closet there soon. Men's and women's clothing. It must belong to Pak Bima and Mbak Dena. I'm not used to wearing other people's clothes, but this meeting is important and I don't want to embarrass my boss.