MY LITTLE WIFE'S PASSION

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"There's a guest Boss!" I never get an answer from the boss. Romi kept reporting to Bimo if any guests forced to meet him.

"Yes..!" bimo replied loudly, full of annoyance. Because of the goddamn guest, Bimo is not nen nen.

"Pick up your clothes, baby!" still took a peck at Rara's swollen lips.

Rara shook her head in wonder at the attitude of the husband. Genit is right, like people who just luan, itchy and want to be scratched.

Huuff... Bimo let out a long sigh, and opened the door of his room.he rubbed his face gently. Trying to make an ordinary facial expression, walk into his emergency office lobby.

In the room sat a woman on a brown sofa. The woman in front of him was his age. Beautiful and very fashionable. But there was sadness on the guest's face. Bimo was curious.

Seeing Bimo standing before him at a distance of two meters. The woman approached Bimo with her disheveled facial expression.

"Take my son off..! please sir, let go of my son " said the woman crying hysterically, prostrating herself before Bimo. A surprised Bimo retreated his steps. Where could he allow a woman to kiss his feet.

Bimo's employees were made curious and astonished. They all peeked into the living room. But, when Bimo looked back. Everyone went to their desks, including Jenifer.

"Please ... Please release my son!" now the woman clenched her hands together, looking up at Bimo, who was flabbergasted. The woman was still sitting on the floor.

"Please.... My son is innocent.!" still begging Bimo with tears. Her crying sounded heartbreaking.

"Mother calm down? let's stand up first. " Bimo gave the code with his hands for the woman to rise from her seat. He did not want to help the woman get up, because Bimo was on guard.

Rara who was in the room, was made curious by the noise in front. He wanted to go out, but he felt ashamed, because of their me sum behavior earlier. He was sure, surely his employee Bimo, knew what they were doing in the room.

The woman sat back in her place. While Bimo took a sitting position in front of the woman.

"Explain what I can help you with? I was astonished, my mother came directly crying and worshipped me." Bimo said kindly.

"Let go of my son sir!"

"Son, which mother's child, I have no child restraint." Bimo replied quickly, he became upset too, because of this woman, his desire for the wife was not complete.

"Alva, my son was arrested this morning sir?"

"What's.... Mum.us...!" Bimo was surprised to hear the news, surprised to be happy. He even clapped his hands with excitement.

Alva's mother was confused and astonished by Bimo's attitude. It was friendly, and now why does it look hostile and mocking.

"Sir, please sir, let go of my son. My son is innocent." Weld it on Bimo.

"Mom, mother. You wrong people. I'm not reporting your son." Clearly Bimo was staring at his mother Alva's annoyance. This was the man who put her in jail and now this woman is begging her.

With karma..! Bimo.

"Yes, yes sir, it was not the father who reported it. But, your in-laws. I just got back from Medan. Begged him to retract the report. But my arrival was rejected. My good intentions are not accepted." The woman is still crying.

"Yes, just follow the flow, ma'am. I can't get my mother's son out of the law."

"Can sir, can. As long as your wife testifies, that my son doesn't bother her "

"Your son is bothering my wife." Start showing unfriendly attitude. Yes, we must have self-respect. If we are good people, we will be good. But, if people disobey, just be ready to get the same treatment.

"It's usually sir, the teenager's pubescent. My son is kind, doesn't like to bother." Obviously the mother was still crying.

"Mom better get out of this place. We want the apple home now. I can't help you." Bimo got up from his seat.

"Please, please.." held back Bimo's leg, the woman sat on the floor again. "My son is leaving for overseas in two weeks. He wants to continue his studies there. Please help father. Unplug that report!"

Bimo lowered his head, taking the woman's hand off her leg. Bimo does not like women who are more and do not have self-esteem. The way this woman asked for help, made Bimo not respect. He must worship and hold his feet. It was as if he was a cruel king, who was punishing his men.