My Dowager Montes

#107's chat. Is He or I the One Who's Going?

Chelsea almost arrived at the workshop. He was held back by a traffic light that changed his color to red.

"Ni lights have a problem what the hell is the same me? the feeling of a red mulu every meeting the intersection" Chelsea upset, even though the streets were empty, but he did not want to break the rules.

bremmmm

I heard a car stop right next to him. Maybachs. Chelsea just smiled.

" no, nantangin ni chorro"

Chelsea returned the blow. Seen the challenger lowered his car glass so that the figure of a male songong beraras bule aged 25 years. Chelsea lowered her car glass, silent she counted the time. The challenger's surprised face was because what he was challenging was a woman.

Chelsea prepared to move the gears, then floated the middle finger towards him, and immediately darted followed by the challenger who felt insulted by Chelsea's attitude. He stepped on the gas pedal, but Chelsea suddenly turned his car into the workshop, because the location of the workshop with the stop was only 100 meters away. There is a sense of satisfaction in the heart of Chelsea because it has pranked the song boy.

ciiiite

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There was a squeak of tires and impact from a distance. All the workshop residents scattered out, finding out what was happening. But Chelsea don't care. He breezed his way into the workshop office to prepare a letter for the property's startup requirements.

Yes, Chelsea intend to sell the workshop. The tragic shadow of that night kept haunting him while inside the workshop. She wanted to move him to a place closer to her husband Brian's office. And he's done renovating it.

It looks like the black Maybach went into the garage with his bumper condition that was released next to his position, and the hood of the car that looks a little dented. The owner came out with a burning annoyance, but he held it back a little. He looks dizzy looking for someone's whereabouts.

Chelsea are done with the transaction. He signed the sales letter of the property in the presence of the notary and his buyer. He got up and shook his hands. Now the historic workshop is no longer his. There are so many sweet memories he left here. Sadly, Chelsea shed tears, taking off their second home to others.

But what does that mean, if 1 terrible memory ruins thousands of sweet memories that are already lodged in that place. Chelsea took. Must remove.

"Hey, you" shouted the man in the footsteps of the Maybach owner who hit a concrete power pole not far from the workshop, towards Chelsea while pointing his index finger.

"You called me?" chelsea asked coldly while wearing her glasses.

"Who else is a less-worked girl who is pretentious and my nantangin"

Chelsea shook off the hand that pointed at his face. He opened his black glasses again.

"Who is less employed? Who do you think I should challenge everything?" Chelsea then glanced at Maybach's ill-fated condition, then laughed at him.

"Heh, anyways if you can't use people's cars don't be pretentious and use nantangin" inexplicably Chelsea arrived to say that. His feelings said if the car was just a loan.

"You...you..know where this is not my car?"

"Heh, I guessed it. Elo will not be this angry if this is your own car" lazy to serve, he immediately got into his car and immediately left the workshop full of memories. Ignoring the cry of the bule so be it. His face aja bule, his speech dialect abis village. Gatau nemu where face.

Chelsea directs his Rolls Royce to Brian's office. The burden feels heavy when using the luxury car. The inn always wants to plug in the gas and blast it. But the streets of the capital city are fairly solid even in a deserted condition does not make him satisfied to spur the sports car. It feels upset to remember the husband bought it without discussing it first. Although this car came with a large red ribbon with a small card attached to the windshield of the car that read 'Happy Anniversary My Universe' made him weak moved. Still a waste. To him, no one could match his Humvee. But considering how much Brian felt for her, he always held back that frustration.

"A meeting, ma'am. I'll call you in a minute"

"Ga. Let him go first. I'm gonna take a break. Finish the meeting, tell me I'm waiting in the room" he ordered as he passed and walked into Brian's room.

Chelsea lay down on the sofa, last night he could not sleep because he continued to choose the building where his son, Alexa's wedding. Today she wears cargo pants laced with nude colors, combined with indies tops that make her look 10 years younger.

Brian finished with his meeting, Dewi immediately told about the arrival of the first lady. But Brian was still cool talking to one of his clients while tidying up the documents. Seeing the arrival of the Goddess, Brian immediately passed the document into his hands, and led the client into his room.

"I told you to let him go, he doesn't appreciate you, Yo"

"But I can't stop thinking about him. I tried to open my heart to another girl. Sucess succeeded. But I didn't see you on purpose, and I'm hoping again"

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Brian opened the door. His client named Mario continued to complain to Brian who immediately sat in his office chair.

"Who is he?" mario asked in between his curses on the figure of a woman who was sleeping soundly. His feet dangled next to the floor, one of his hands was above his head, while the other was in the belly of his queen whose clothes slightly raised his hand, displaying the whirlpool of the storm-maker.

"Geez, unfortunately I" said softly Brian whose gaze warmed when he saw his woman asleep. She must have been exhausted after last night's drama about choosing their son's wedding hall.

Brian opened his work coat, slipping it on his stomach and chest. Then he lifted his head and he put it on his lap. Rubbing her hair softly.

"She's my wife. Chelsea" Brian's eyes looked at her softly.

"Your wife? hey, she looks like your sister" she pranks.

"Ngaaco. He is my all"

"Hemmm I can see that in your eyes. You're lucky, bro. If only my fate were like yours"

"engh... bear... Have the meeting finished?"

Chelsea stretched her body, then turned to face Brian. Her eyes were still closed, but she realized she was in her husband's lap. His guerrilla hand rubbed Brian's heirloom, and it was witnessed directly by Mario who was seen gulping.

Brian gurgling. Smiling stiffly at Mario who revealed a difficult expression to describe.

"Honey, there's someone else here" Brian said hoarsely.

"Engh. tell him to go. If not, I'm leaving" still haven't collected his life, man friend😬

"That's it. I'll go first, bro. You go on" Mario immediately shot out and closed the door. Next to his hand he used to cover his juniors who arrived with migraines. Nyut nyutan😁️