CRAZY CEO: Loving People's Wives

CHAPTER 52 (POV RENDRA MAHARDIKA)

Today is my 50th day at the factory after being mutated by my boss from headquarters.

At first I was happy. My burden of sin is slightly reduced because it can avoid Widuri, the widow of two children who in recent months became my TTM during the office.

It was the mess that caused me to be mutated, moving to the outskirts of the capital.

A day and two days, I still feel at ease not to see Widuri. But after five days, I couldn't stand it either. Kangen soft voice in advising me who is two years younger than Widuri.

Hhh...

I don't know, I feel comfortable connecting with Widuri. Though in terms of physical, Naysila is much prettier and more seductive.

Widuri, her face was ordinary. Just have a sweet smile with dimples only beauty. And. his meek speech sounded melodious seduce.

Haish! I always wanted to be with him. Joking and telling me whatever it is.

Now we work far apart. No longer like the old office, every time always together.

Actually far from Widuri my intensity contacted him much more time even though only through the phone.

Every night we joked through cyberspace and cell phones.

Getting more intimate with each other sending photos of themselves. In fact. with his leisure send PAP without having to maintain the privacy of his wife.

Every dawn my alarm is a Widuri.

So did our chattan, freely continuing until midnight. The more this love in the heart grows.

Different when still working in the same place, only physical we meet every time. But to chat or connect via phone, I have to be careful when I get home.

I'm gonna have to call Widuri. Worried Naysila read our chattan.

Now, stay in the mess factory and go home once a week. We are free to talk whatever it is. Even grazing on to the strangest and most extraordinary things.

Widuri also did not hesitate to call me baby. Our Chattan is like a married couple.

In contrast to Naysila, who very rarely saw me let alone say friendly words to her longing.

Widuri is much more mature and understands very well my psychic needs that require affection.

To be honest, in my little heart I was always upset. I don't want Naysila to know about our relationship. But I also don't want to part with Widuri.

Several times this forbidden relationship had shaken. It was almost a conversation when people were caught kissing in a corner of the pantry dressing room by the CEO of GILA, the office of the company where we work.

Fortunately, it turns out that the CEO of CRAZY is not a person who likes to indulge people. Although finally our work was separated, but thanks to him anyway, me and Widuri more friendly. Even if it is just a phone call.

After a month and a half we didn't see each other, Widuri and I arranged a meeting.

My movements that I missed meeting Widuri apparently read Naysila.

Widuri wanted to eat chicken noodles first and we met at the small restaurant.

Surprisingly, Naysila followed my steps.

Widuri was very scared and I could do nothing but try hard to hide this dark relationship.

Although it was tense, thankfully Naysila was still trying to maintain her pride in hitting Widuri.

To the extent that I lied that his son Widuri was treated at the health center. Sorry Wi, for our relationship! At first Naysila asked to look there. Finally, Widuri helped calm Naysila and said that her son had returned home.

Hhh... Lying is exhausting, gaes!

I brought Naysila home soon, gave her many explanations all the way home.

It turned out, all the more spread into a blazing commotion. Even until my mother interfered, and this palm landed on Naysila's cheek.

I was angry, angry at the same time.

Apparently it wasn't just me cheating. Naysila was also close to her old school friend.

Hhh... My jealous flames are growing. Along with Mother who also interfered and Naysila who was increasingly insolent.

Nay dared to go against Mom and me.

He should have been silent and not answered. Usually the response is, when I dictate it. But this time, Naysila even dared to go against my mother's words. That's what made me dark eyes slap him.

I love and love Naysila.

But does he love me and does he love me too, and I can see that in recent years he has been tormented and has a bad look in front of me.

Her pretty face was no longer covered when I was at home.

His clothes are just negligent.

Never mind berias, giving me a legit sweet smile was very rare.

Naysila only smiles pretty for Bilqis Khumaira alone. But cold eyes on me. How could I give her so much love if her response was so cruel to me.

Naysila also always demanded that I move to contract only.

How could I leave my parents? It's the same as making them sick.

I am the eldest of two brothers. I am also the only boy. My sister is married and is with her husband. Automatically, I'm the only child they have to take care of.

Mom and Dad even said, if they don't, then the legacy of this house will fall on me. And Nania is married and has a home. So that I will be the backbone of Father Mother until the end with a guaranteed home certificate for my future.

...SERIATE...