On Bed Om Rudy

From the nightclub

The scent of telon oil and baby powder filled Liany's room, aided by the young mother's mother's mother being taught how to bathe the baby. Liany did so with pleasure, looking at the little creature who was enjoying the milk of his mother.

“Good morning bang Aunty ganteeeeng ...,” Myla pokes her head out from behind the door with her big smile and big bag in her hand.

“Hey Aunty Myla, good morning to you too, waaah is already beautiful aja niih Aunty,” said Liany cheerfully. Myla took Rangga slowly from Liany's hand, just now Rangga finished breastfeeding.

“Halo Ganteng, Aunty bring you a gift, this is your first friend yaa,” Myla said with anxiety, kissed by Rangga's forehead.

“Waah .. so good this Teddy Bear, Myl, must be expensive.” Liany stroked the doll's soft-feeling fur.

“Aah the price is normal,” Kilah Myla who fondles Rangga while enjoying the fragrant aroma of baby clothes softener and blankets wrapped in Rangga. Liany put the doll next to the baby box, even she herself looked anxious with the cute doll.

“Myla, what time it is you know, later you are late again, it is not good for Boss Mom to come late,” said Liany while taking Rangga in Myla's sling.

“Yaaah Lia.. I still want to carry Rangga,” Myla pretends to frown when Rangga has switched to Liany's hand. The sleeping baby is carefully placed in the baby box.

“Later if you have come home later in the afternoon just played again with Rangga, Bu Bos.” Liany chuckled she was glad all the family members welcomed her baby with joy.

Myla approached the baby box and kissed Rangga once more. It felt like he had fallen in love with this little creature so quickly. Liany's cousin waved his hand and then disappeared from behind the door. Liany was stunned, looked at the whole room, soon she had to wash her baby's dirty clothes. All work must be done before Rangga wakes up again. As a shadow about finding a job began to tease him, his feelings of arrogance would be even greater if he lingered in this house.

Liany's phone vibrated with a message coming in, a gif of a cute baby and a good morning. The sender from Satria of course, Liany smiled, the moving baby picture was so cute and adorable. There was a strange swish running through her heart, a swish she had not felt for a long time after her husband was gone. Hurriedly Liany shook his head to brush off the taste. He refused with all the feelings that could grow in his heart. There is only one man in Liany's heart, the baby Rangga who still needs all his attention and affection.

Satria stared at the screen of her phone, her message was read only without reply. His heart was a little agitated until he tried to turn it to the work before him.

“Ck .. what's the trouble siih reply message, love thumbs up cake, emot smile cake or what is it!” grouse Satria while raising her glasses. His eyes glanced back at his phone which still did not sound.

“Just a baby but how can I grab my attention like this huh?” he murmured again with rage.

“Pak Boss! Nagging alone, what baby? Do we have any baby theme advertising plans?” tanya Dora approached and followed by staring at Satria's laptop screen.

“Engh .. no, no, I don't say anything,” please Satria. He moved away from Dora, took his cell phone and lit a cigarette by the window. He still imagined the handsome face of the baby. Dora notices Satria's unusual gurgle, like there's a restlessness she's hiding. Almost all Satria subordinates know if the man is a don juan who only likes to adventure on one night stand. Never before had their team of Satria been close to any one woman in a long time. Dora hears faintly about the baby and begins to think a no-no.

‘Did Pak Bos have a child? Or is Mr Boss secretly married?”

“I know you're looking at me huha, there's something you want to ask Again Deborah?” asked Satria with her stressed voice.

Dora gasped, not expecting Satria to notice her.

“Ouh .. no Mr. Boss, no questions,” replied Dora who was surprised to hear his real name called like that which sign Satria really does not want to be disturbed.

[if you have time for lunch together, right?] a message from aunt Katrin was immediately removed and there was no intention of Satria to reply to him.

The smoking of a cigarette on his finger deeply, the pain in his heart in the woman still could not be treated. The message made Satria's mood worse.

[party tonight at Milena's, don't you come!]

The next message came from a Satria clubbing friend, he weighed for a moment, while here he had never seen his friends again.

[ok, share lock.] Satria responded quickly. Maybe with the party tonight her mood will improve. The remaining half of the cigarette was killed, then threw the butt out the window. Satria returned to her desk, turned on the silent mode on her phone and put it in a drawer. For a moment he rang his fingers and sank into his work.

The sound of music stomping welcomed Satria's ears, various scents mixed in the room. Satria circulated her gaze looking for the figure of her friends. A group of young men in a corner of the room were seen waving to him and telling him to join immediately. Satria smiled her smile and stepped closer to them . Their drinks, jokes and laughter mingle with the strains of uplifting music.

In the other corner of the room, Myla and some of her friends were also enjoying the time. One of Myla's friends is having a birthday and celebrating at this club. Actually Myla was reluctant to attend because the club was not a comfortable place for her, but she felt bad about refusing her friend's invitation. A visitor tries to prank Myla, she bumps into the girl and squeezes her ass.

“Heeh don't be rude to you!” snarled Myla angry. The half-drunk man laughed and tried to get close to Myla again and wanted to touch her again.

“Why? Less a lot of touch, what would you add here?” point the man towards Myla's chest. The girl went up and slapped the man who tried to harass her.

“Fucking woman! You really want to be fucked?!” The man's hand caught Myla's hand quickly then pulled Myla in his arms. Myla is in revolt, while none of Myla's friends dare to help her.

Suddenly from the back of the man's shoulder was pulled and then a very hard fist lodged in his cheek, the drunk man fell down and groaned in pain.

“Mas Satria?!” myla exclaimed in disbelief as she watched her helper again raise her fists so many times that the drunkard who was bothering Myla lay unconscious. Satria's face was reddened with anger, people looked at him with disdain to see easily Satria subvert the big man.

“You okay?” satria asked Myla who still looked pale and trembling. Satria's comrades approached and praised Satria's courage and strength while Myla's comrades had just approached her.

“I want to go home,” answered Myla who looked almost crying, she hugged herself looking still shocked by the incident just now.

“I will take you home,” said Satria firmly. Satria took off her shirt to leave her inner shirt and then draped the shirt on Myla's shoulder and grabbed it. Satria also grabbed Myla's shoulder to get to him and passed through the crowd. Satria's friends can only understand the actions of Satria who left their party that has not even begun.

There is a warm running Myla because of the great treatment of Satria, really makes Myla more amazed and liked him. However, for Satria it must be done, he can be angry with his mother but can not let if his sister is bullied by others let alone want to harass her.

“Are you first new to a place like this?” ask Satria while driving.

“Iya, actually I'm reluctant but my birthday friend I don't feel good to refuse,” Myla explained.

“Do not go again to such places again yes, it is not safe for you.” Satria glanced at Myla and she felt that there was a flower garden blooming in her heart.