Om Satisfied I'm Squeezed

Grand Mistress

A beautiful woman with yellow skin and a sweet face even though at her age is no longer young, was seen coming down from the silver taxi she was riding. The woman pushed the suitcase that cost tens of millions so gracefully. He walked towards the gate of his large and magnificent home.

Seeing the arrival of the owner of the house, the security on duty swiftly opened the door while bowing respect to the employer who had been paying him. "thank you. Please bring me my suitcase" the beautiful woman ordered. His speech style was firm without stale ado, making anyone pay respect to him.

"Okay, Madam!" answer security with respect. The security then contacted the waiter inside the house and asked to be ready to welcome the arrival of their hostess.

The woman who was the owner of the house walked very gracefully while raising her head and entering the house. It felt, the wind did not dare to blow his hair because it was too reluctant. Like a great mistress, there was already a servant who opened the door immediately before the graceful woman held the handle of the door. His arrival was really welcomed by his employees but not with his children who were busy chatting while laughing in the dining room, not realizing his arrival because it was too exciting with the conversation that occurred.

There were different things that the graceful lady heard. Their habit is to eat without making a sound. This time, the children ate while laughing and chatting. The sound of laughter reached the living room. The woman's steps stopped with such great curiosity. "Who's there?" asked the graceful lady to the servant who faithfully walked behind her while slightly bowing her body as a form of respect.

"There's Non Prisa and Mr. Robbie." The maid did not know who the woman her master had brought, so she did not dare to mention who the woman was. He thought that the woman was just a bedmate and not his wife.

"Robbie? When's he coming?" The graceful woman's forehead frowned.

"Yesterday night, ma'am," answered the waiter honestly.

"Tumben once Robbir comes," muttered the woman who resumed her steps.

The woman again scrunched her forehead seeing another woman in their dining room who laughed familiarly and loosely with her children. Curiosity that peaked make the graceful woman immediately voiced so that her existence was immediately known.

"It's crowded. What's the matter?"

The sound of laughter and the words mocking each other that had originally sounded loud filled the dining room now instantly turned silent. The compact all fell silent and immediately stared towards the graceful woman. They're shocked. They did not expect that the owner of the house would return home suddenly.

"Mama?" Robbie and Prisa finally make a sound.

The graceful woman did not look at her son. He even saw the figure of a woman sitting next to Robbie, his son. Of course he did not know the woman. His curiosity and want to grow. He walked over to find out who was the guest who came to his house this time. Is it just a bedmate or a special woman in the heart of her son?

"Hi, Ma! When's it?" Robbie the eldest child who looks very handsome and dashing stood up then walked closer and straight to the graceful woman. They hugged each other and missed each other. Robbie rarely goes back to Bandung. The child prefers to spend his time in Jakarta and save all his grief by working hard and having fun.

The graceful woman glanced at her teenage son who looked indifferent and instead chose to finish his food rather than welcome his arrival. The teenager was quite strict. The more forced, the more he would fight back, much like him.

"Just arrived. When did you come? Same who?" The graceful lady blatantly looked towards Ariel who was now bowing her face.

"Every night. Oh yeah, I haven't introduced Mama." Bobby calls Ariel and asks her to come closer. "Include, Ma. Ariel."

"Is she one of the cheap women my son paid?" the graceful woman's mind while looking at Ariel from head to toe.

Ariel's wearing a nightgown. Not yet bathed and tied her hair with origin. The dark circles under his eyes showed that he was sleep deprived. Her face is no prettier than Lisa, Robbie's ex-wife. The curiosity gets bigger, no better than Lisa but her son even brought her home. How special was the woman in front of him?

"Riel, this is Mama Tita, my Mama and Prisa." Om Bobby who introduced his Mama to Ariel because the Mama just kept quiet while looking at his wife like seeing aliens.

"Mama has breakfast yet? Let's have breakfast together!" Bobby hugged his mother and took her to the dinner table. Mama Tita sat on her national chair without many words. Ariel and Om Bobby also return to their respective seats.

"Why don't you welcome Mama's arrival?" mama Tita asked Prisa who looked indifferent and enjoyed her breakfast.

"I'm eating again. Hungrier. What do you want for breakfast?" ask Prisa back with her leisure.

Mama Tita was about to get angry but immediately held herself back. He cannot be angry at the sole owner of all this wealth. Yes, Prisa was the heir to all of his Papa's wealth after his death.

After divorce from her first husband - Her father Robbie-Mama Tita meets her Papa Prisa. They were married until Prisa's rich father died and passed it on to Prisa. With money from Papanya Prisa, Mama Tita can live happily and inject large funds into Robbie's company.

"Anything" replied Mama Tita who now looked back at Ariel who looked no longer appetizing. Only a small mouthful chewed slowly as if aware that the hostess will intimidate him immediately.

"Your new boyfriend or bedmate?" Mama Tita pointed at Ariel by moving her eyebrows.

"Ma, don't do it" said Om Bobby. "Ariel is more than that."

"More than who? Far from Lisa! There's no grace! You're not wrong to find a bedmate? Meet where? Club night?" cecar Mama Tita's.

"Ma!" reprimand Om Bobby who began to burn emotions. His mother did if talking often hurt the hearts of others.

"What did you say wrong?" Mama Tita ate her breakfast in a relaxed manner. Similar to Prisa who does not care about the arrival of his mother earlier.

"Wrong. So wrong. I compared Ariel to Lisa. They're different. Ariel yes Ariel. Lisa yes Lisa. They have their own specialties, even though both are my wife" replied Om Bobby in annoyance.

Mama Tita immediately choked on hearing my wife's words. "Uhuk! Uhuk! Whahuh? Your wife?"

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