Conquering Boss Killer

Most micin

Dret ... Dret .. Dret …

Alex's phone rang, there was the name Om Darwis. Alex immediately picked up the object lying right next to him and lifted up.

“Halo, Om.”

“Hai, Lex. Does Om bother you?”

“No. What's up, Om?”

Darwis was silent for a moment. At the moment, he was still at Laila's house. Darwis does his work from home. Just now he finished coordinating with his – colleagues in Singapore through the internet network. After coordinating with some of the officials of the hospital owned by Ronal, Lenka, and he himself, Darwis immediately called Alex. There Darwis is not just a coordination about work but about the mandate that Ridho gave him.

“Laila wants to drop her demands on Ridho. Can you handle that?”

Darwis asks for help from Alex, because Alex was the one who previously took care of Laila's lawsuit against her ex-husband related to planning fraud, because Laila felt cheated raw – raw to never know that she gave birth to twins. As a mother, Laila has the right to sue.

“So, I want to revoke the deadline?” ask Alex to confirm.

“Yes. Laila asked my opinion yesterday. And, I leave this decision to him. What say?” The mama asked back.

“I'm sure this will happen, because Bu Laila is soft-hearted. He will not have the heart to see others suffer, even though he has suffered.”

“That’s right,” Darwis replied. “So does Bilqis. Um listen, Tasya's photo is still in your house and Bilqis is not angry?”

Alex laughs. Although initially the photo became a tempest, but it was precisely the spice that made them sure that they loved each other.

“OK. Well, then, I'll get it done soon, Om. In one time two quails four hours, Papa will be free.”

Darwis. “Thank you. Sorry to bother you.”

“No. Not at all, Om. Anyway, now Om my father-in-law.”

Darwis laughs. “Hahaha .. It turns out that my dream came true.”

“Means?” alex is confused.

“Then, when you were a widower. As I thought, if I had a daughter, I would have betrothed my daughter to you. And now it's realized. Even with my son.”

Alex laughed again. “Can only, Om.”

Dervish laughed too. “It feels good to see you back the way you were. You must be happy.”

“Of course, Om. Even more than before.”

Darwis was happy to hear Alex's words. After talking for a while, the phone call ended. Alex put the phone back on the table. Then, he looked at his watch. Lunch time has arrived. He again reached for his cell phone and saw the point of his wife's existence.

“It turns out, you're still there,” muttered Alex who saw Bilqis still in the restaurant.

At Laila's house, Laila was still struggling with kitchen utensils. Some dishes are ripe, leaving only the last fried tempeh of flour he fried.

In the room, Darwis suda long enough struggling with his work. He wanted to see what his wife was doing outside. Radit, too, was in his room. The young man was still conducting interviews online at the company where his friend worked. Fortunately during his time as a student, Radit was quite active in the student's executive body, so he did not find it difficult to find references from some of the first successful upperclassmen.

Dervish out of the room. He stepped into the kitchen and saw his wife standing there. Laila just turned off the stove. He wants to put the cooked food on the plate. However, his activities were startled by a hand that was coiled around the waist.

“What cooking?” tanya Darwis is right behind Laila's ear.

“Mas.” The surprised Laila immediately turned her head and smiled. “You just got in.”

“You are too serious,” replied Darwis.

“Your work is done?” ask Laila.

Darwis. “Not yet. But the smell of your cooking made me have to stop working.”

Laila laughs. “Gombal.”

“Really, Dear. Smells good. What are you cooking?” ask Darwis again.

“Rendang. Said you wanted to shove and this! tempe fried.” Laila pointed at the fried tempeh she cooked in a flour dressing. “Say you also want to eat tempe.”

Darwis. “Ya, first I tried tempe flour like this in Bandung. Cooked is not too ripe and tastes good.”

“Yes, now I cook it for you.”

The lips of Dervish also expand. “Thank you, Darling.”

“Sama – equals, Darling.”

Darwis brought his face closer to Laila. He wanted to kiss those lips.

“Uhuk ... Uhuk ... uhuk ..” arrived – heard a cough.

Darwis who originally hugged his wife from behind and was about to kiss Laila, immediately missed considering there was Radit who was standing.

“Why you, Dit?” tanya Laila pura – pura did not know the cause of Radit who was standing in front of the dispenser was choking.

“Ngga what –, Mom,” replied Radit who immediately sauntered away to his room again. He does not want to disturb the newlyweds.

Laila turned towards Darwis and pinched the waist. “You anyway, Mas. Shame of being caught Radit.”

Laila smiled. “Honey, later tonight wear the clothes I bought ya!”

“Shirt? Which one?” ask Laila while bringing the plate to the dining table. Dervish also helped his wife bring the plate.

“The clothes I packed, the day before we got married.”

Laila was silent for a moment, after putting the dishes to the table. She remembered what her husband said until he finally remembered.

“Ah, yes. Geez.” Arrived – arrived Laila's face changed. Red cheeks.

“Why?” tanya Darwis. He approached Laila.

“Shirt lacking that material?” ask Laila plain.

Darwis smiled anxiously looking at Laila's innocent expression. He nodded. “Iya, later before going to bed, you put on that shirt.okay!”

Darwis blinked one eye and left Laila. He approached Radit in his room. There are several things he wants to say about the mandate of Ridho. Last meeting, Ridho gave her a message to transfer fifty percent of the hospital shares he currently manages to the son. Forty percent of Lenka's shares will be auctioned off for Lenka's current treatment. And, Alex is willing to buy forty percent of Lenka's shares for his wife.

In the office, Alex has asked Bima to prepare an impromptu coordination meeting, after lunch. But before that, he also went to the restaurant where Bilqis and his three friends told him from A to Z. Alex and his assistant met at the restaurant.

Because it is too fun to respond to the story of Bilqis who is now the wife of the boss, the four beautiful women – is still in the restaurant. It's been almost an hour in there. In fact, almost all the delicious menus have been ordered Bilqis and enjoyed by his three friends.

“Eh yes, have you tried the serrated yet?” tina asked her three friends who are now actively making love.

Now the chat about twenty-one plus no longer they dim, because one of their innocent friends is no longer innocent and understands the conversation.

“I tried, but Mas Alex had three packs.”

“Ciye .. Mas Alex,” ledek Mira heard Bilqis call on the boss known killer it.

Bilqis smile. The beautiful and still cute woman smiled while enjoying the ice cream that had just come.

“He bought at minimarket time one month before we got married," Bilqis said again.

“Wait! So you guys nana ninu before marriage?” ask Saskia.

Plaques

Bilqis hits Saskia's arm. “Ngga. The incident bought the object was not intentionally.”

“Ooo ..” Saskia rounded her lips, as did Mira and Tina who had also just heard this story.

Then, Bilqis also told of jagged objects offered by the minimarket cashier twice with different places and the same minimarket brand.

Tina, Saskia, and Mira laughed when they heard Bilqis' story.

“Terus now still intact tuh object?” ask Tina.

“Still. If you want, I'll bring it. There are three flavors.”

Saskia. “Now I'm mah bablas, no need for more stuff.”

Saskia no longer needs it, considering that he is already two-bodied and will submit a resignation letter in the near future. The plan, Ringgo will ask for early retirement and start his own business. The man, who had just stepped on the head of four, wanted to open a business with his wife to avoid Saskia's jealousy if Ringgo had a new secretary.

“Yes, Mira cobain tuh.”

Mira shook her head, but she was curious. “Emang how does it feel?”

“Geli – amused how it is,” said Tina nyengir.

“Emang still there?” tanya Mira is embarrassed who actually wants, but from that moment Bilqis has said that the object still exists.

Tina and Saskia laughed. “Malu – shy kicung lo, Mir.”

Bilqis chuckled at Mira's innocent expression. Bilqis and his three friends did choose the privacy seat. One guest chair and another has a rattan divider that is as high as an Indonesian. But although limited, the noise of the furore of the four women bar – bar was quite audible from the guest chair next door.

And right now, here Alex is sitting with Bima as well as his two clients. Alex could hear the noise of the four women

“Where is the killer banana? a ga?” ask Saskia.

“Sedep. Anyway micin mah lost,” replied Bilqis made Tina, Saskia, and Mira laugh.

Behind the room, Alex chokes.

“Sir, slow – slow,” one of the clients told Alex.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Bima glanced at the Boss. The man just smiled. He also noticed the owner of the four female voices from the next room.

“Most micin, so beg*dong lu, Qis?” asked Saskia laughing.

“Iya. Sampainafain I resigned. Whatever.”

The three women laughed again.