CEO Replacement

There's Limitations

Emi looked in admiration at the house before her eyes. Although not as big and grand as the property of the mother, Bima's minimalist home is no less good. The more Emi entered the house the astonishment continued to radiate on her face.

Monochrome color dominates the entire room. Antiques are displayed in one of the large glass cabinets. In the corner of the room Emi saw there was a piano that he believed only as a display as well. Emi does not think that Bima can play a piano see how Bima's personality has been to her.

From the kitchen Sri's mother rushed towards the living room when she heard the sound of steps in the living room. Sri's mother was surprised to see a girl pressing piano keys.

"Don't!" ban Sri's mother.

"Geez! Pardon?"

Emi was as shocked as Sri's mother.

"Who are you?" sri's mother asked to look at Emi's face with the school backpack on her back.

Bima was still outside, taking out two huge and heavy suitcases of Emi. Bima was forced to think what Emi put in the two suitcases. The distance from his house to Suntama's house is also only about twenty minutes.

Emi runs over to Sri's mother to introduce herself.

"Emiranda, Mom. You can call Emi."

"Yes, I am Sri's mother. Who are you bringing here and what are you doing?"

"I-"

"He'll occupy the guest room."

Bima's voice from the door interrupts Emi's speech and tells Sri's mother who Emi is.

"He'll be staying here for a while. He's Mila's mother's son."

"Mother Mila?" for a moment Sri's mother thought and it didn't take long she understood. "Oh... Mila's mother is that, sir?"

"Yes, Mom. Mother Sri does not need to worry because she will take care of herself without help from mother. All his personal needs and needs let him take care of himself. Mother Sri continued to do as usual. No need to help her."

"Good, sir."

"Sri's mother can go back to her mother's work."

Mother Sri glanced at Emi before returning to the back. The woman did not expect that the little boy Bima meant earlier was a beautiful girl.

"Sit down!" bima's orders on Emi.

"This is Bima's house? How many people live here? So the mother who was ART? Old man om Bima who in Bali ever come here?"

"This is my house and that was ART, her name is Sri's mother. Do not ask about anything personal. Staying here doesn't mean you can know anything and ask questions at will. Nothing is different than before. Only now do you live and sleep here."

Emi lowered her lips to hear Bima's words. It is unexpected if Bima is the same as before.

"Mother Sri is not your personal assistant so don't even tell her to do this and that. Wash and iron your own clothes. Don't trouble anyone else."

"Yes" Emi replied briefly. Although not like it but Emi tried to accept it which is important he was close to Bima.

"Now you can take your suitcase to your room. That's your room while there," point Bima at the room in question.

"Where do you keep room Bima?"

"On the second floor. If you need me to talk when I'm downstairs and don't go up."

"If I go upstairs, why?" emi's great-grandson.

"Don't step where you shouldn't. Everything has its limits!" bima firmly pressed his words.

Soon Bima left Emi and went driving somewhere. Impatiently wanting to see her new room, Emi got up from her seat, pulled both her suitcases and walked into the room. Emi laughed at the state of the room that was very different from hers in Mother Mila's house. There was absolutely no feminine impression.

Again the color of the room wall and the contents in it are monochrome.

Emi put down the origin of both her suitcase and backpack. He met Sri's mother who was probably working in the back.

"Mother...?" call Emi to fill the house.

Sri's mother who prepared dinner stopped her handwork hearing the voice of the call. Sri's mother was surprised, she had never heard such a powerful voice during her work at Bima's house.

Emi is not screaming, she is just excited.

"What's wrong? Why yell?" sri's mother's expression was so shocked that something bad happened.

"Sorry, Mom. Emi's voice is strong, right?"

Mother Sri nodded but saw the expression on Emi's face that broke her worries.

"The sheets, blankets and curtains in my room can be changed to pink or brighter, Mom?"

"If there's no pink, it's just black, gray and white here."

Emi thought for a moment and decided that white was better than black.

"It's white, Mom."

"If so I'll get it first, wait in the room."

Mother Sri to the back took a blanket and white sheets. He took her to Emi's room.

"Let me, Mom. Later Bima can see angry. I heard what he said?" emi said forbid Sri's mother to change the bed sheet.

"Already, Mr. Bima also came out. He won't know that I helped you."

Sri's mother took off the bedsheet she had originally installed and put up with the bedsheet she was carrying. Emi helps to tidy up each end and fold the removed bed linen.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Yes, just calm down. If you have to say the same to mom. But if there's Mr. Bima, sorry, I can't help."

"Yes, Mom. Thanks." Thanks."

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Emi opened her suitcase and put one by one clothes in the closet. Put the necessary items on the table. Emi arranged all her things well and neatly.

Lastly Emi lifted her empty suitcase to put on top of the closet. Emi which is not so high makes it slide the table near the closet and up on it.

Pork!

Emi fell! His feet shake when he lifts the suitcase. His right arm was overwritten by a suitcase until his wrist felt so painful.

"Mother...?! Hicks...."

Emi squealed in pain to move her right hand. The first person to be called was his mother.

"Sister Kevin... Sick...! My hands hurt Justin... Huaaa... Bantuin Emi," Emi cried remembering her two brothers.

Hurry Sri's mother ran from her room hearing Emi's crying voice while calling out someone's name.

"Emi's? What's wrong with you, son?"

She saw Emi lying on the floor in her supine position and a suitcase fell on her hand.

Panicked. Sri's mother immediately lifted the suitcase and helped Emi sit down.

Aaa....

Emi screamed when Sri's mother, who was trying to help, grabbed Emi's sick wrist.

"It hurts, Mom..."

"Sorry, I don't know."

Bima who just returned straight to her room until she did not know what happened in Emi's room. Luckily there is Sri's mother who is also good like Nani's mother in her mother's house. Sri's mother smeared the oil and massaged Emi's sick hand.

"The suitcase is under the aja, near the closet. Next time be careful, do not just go up. If it's like this you're in pain."

Emi nodded her head. Her lips pursed sadly with the remains of tears on her cheeks. At times like this Emi misses her mother and her two brothers so much.