The Love Story of Single Parents

The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 191. Tell Mrs the Boss



Chapters 191. Tell Mrs the Boss


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" Let me keep this feeling oh..., keep all the love you've given me..!"


(Taken from the lyrics of the song Yovie and Nuno ~ Keep Heart)


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"I'm sorry to join you here!" A beautiful, familiar woman smiled at Abhimanyu.


" Omm!" Abhimanyu was confused, he felt unfamiliar with the woman, but his face was also unfamiliar. Sort of ever met.


" I'm late, and all the tables seem to be full!" said the woman again smiling.


Makes Abhimanyu glance at Devan lazily.


"Please" Abhimanyu nodded doubtfully, as apparently Devan's answer just now made him have prerogatives.


" Thank you" the woman was seen pulling up the chair next to Abhimanyu and then landing her butt gracefully.


" I'm Melinda from Caterpillar Group!" Melinda stuck out her hand starting the introduction.


For some reason, he became uninterested in any woman when he got to know Dhira. And the hospitality he gives, is only limited to fairness when meeting with business partners.


" Abhimanyu of Delta Group!" Abhimanyu felt familiar with the woman, but where they met. The man shook Melinda's hand reasonably.


" Class Bussines Conveyor!" melinda said as if explaining something. The woman smiled gracefully.


" Yes, I deserve to feel like I've seen you!" Abhimanyu seemed to be acting naturally. He suspects Melinda must also be one of the Directors in the same company.


" I'm so sorry that your phone fell because of me!" Abhimanyu presented a look of regret.


" It's Ok, I'm also less careful" Melinda smiled.


" The Board of Directors or...?" In terms of business, want to know the position is natural.


" Yep, I'm the chairman of the Caterpillar company!"


Devan felt that the woman in front of his boss was staring at Abhimanyu. But Melinda didn't realize that Devan was watching her.


The event that Abhimanyu said was boring was getting worse because Dhira never returned the message.


" Goodbye!" Melinda lady classy. Of course, he is a Director. All of that is real in attitude and speech he said.


As Abhimanyu was feeding rice into his mouth, his phone suddenly shook. Dhira made a video call to her husband.


In a hurry Abhimanyu grabbed a tissue in front of his desk, then wiped the remaining oil on the corner of his lips.


At the same time Devan's phone rang, making the man temporarily retreat to answer the call.


" This sir first!" Devan showed his phone flashing the sign of an incoming call.


Abhimanyu, apparently made Melinda pay attention to the face of Abhimanyu who looked bright and enthusiastic. But there are things that make Melinda look at Abhimanyu not bored.


The boss from Devan shifted the green button right then and there.


" Where have you been, so long?" Abhimanyu was now staring at the screen of his phone with a frown.


But Melinda seemed to see a tissue splinter accidentally left on Abhimanyu's cheek, reflexively picking up the object.


Too focused with tissue stains on the handsome face of Abhimanyu, making the woman not too know that Abhimanyu is involved in a video call with his beloved wife.


" I'm sorry the tissue was left behind!" Melinda showed the barely visible tissue flakes with a grimace.


Mas..


Dhira's voice inquired making Abhimanyu now refocused to the screen.


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Andhira


That night he had just called the children of Jodhi and Raka for dinner. But when he returned to the room, he saw his cell phone that he forgot to charge. Intention will charge the batre of flat object that.


But when she shifted the flat object, she was surprised there were so many messages and missed calls from her husband.


Afraid of something happening or something important that her husband wanted to ask her, Dhira called back Abhimanyu. In less than a minute, the call from her was already on the street by her husband.


"Where have you been, so long?" as usual, Abhimanyu without a direct welcome asked him a question.


But his eyes were rounded to see the white and smooth hand of a person, who was seen wearing a ring on his ring finger, which he believed was a woman.


" Daddy?" she wanted to remind her husband if they were still connected on a video call.


And at the same time, the phone connection from him suddenly disconnected.


" Who died, who was that?" Dhira monologues with a curious face.


Sorry, I'm deadbeat. After this I called again, it was my turn for the introductory session.


The message from Abhimanyu really made her miserable.


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He was forced to turn off his phone connection, when he was surprised by Melinda's sudden touch, still unable to digest, along with someone who suddenly pointed a microphone at him.


The man cursed to himself, why had he not even noticed the course of the event, because it was serving Melinda.


"Well, please sir, introduce yourself, and from which company you are from!"


Said the host bluntly. Inevitably he must focus first on the event, and intend to contact his wife later.


" I'm Abhimanyu Aryasatya, from Delta Group J city....."


And as long as Abhimanyu stood up and introduced his name, Melinda stared at him unfettered.


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By nine o'clock in the evening, the show had just ended. There are so many hundreds of people who serve as Directors scattered throughout the territory of the country.


Makes Abhimanyu pissed.


" Van, are there many activities tomorrow?" Abhimanyu who walked along with Devan was very lazy.


" I forgot to read the show rundown sir!" Devan grimaced while scratching his head. The man was very busy replying to a mysterious woman chat that he called 'close'.


" CK, you're this!"


In two continuous tones, his call was answered by his wife. From his voice, Abhimanyu guessed that his wife had fallen asleep.


" You've slept dear" Abhimanyu laid his body on the hotel's spring mattress. He is now bare-chested due to rage. Even though the room is full AC, but why can it still rage?


But just as he felt comfort, someone came interrupting.


Abhimanyu's room door was knocked on for a long time. Feeling that it was very disturbing, making the owner of the room finally want to not open the door.


With a lazy step the man headed for that door. Abhimanyu snickered in thinking it must be Devan.


But for a moment he felt guilty because apparently not Devan who was on the door lips. But a woman who had joined him sat at his desk.


" Abhimanyu, may I come in?" The new-looking Melinda changed her clothes in satin pajamas and put on a grim face, with a still thick makeup. It seems that the woman has not taken a shower either.


" Dear I have a guest!"


" Why Ma'am, and please call me sir!" Abhimanyu felt really uncomfortable.


For a moment Melinda was stunned by Abhimanyu's sixpack chest and abdominal muscles that were exposed clearly. The man did not have time to wear clothes because he thought if the one who disturbed it was Devan.


" Sorry.." Abhimanyu disperse the reverie of Melinda.


" Oh I want to borrow an extension, the extension phone in my room can't be used. And I'm sorry, I just know you here, so...... "


I don't know where that woman came from about the room she was in. But to hell with it, Abhimanyu had no choice.


" Please!"


Shortly thereafter Abhimanyu contacted his wife again via video call, because he thought Melinda was not important. Abhimanyu longed for his wife's warm home.


" Kok die anyway mas. Who the hell is it?" Dhira was really upset. What does her husband want.


" I'm sorry baby, I was alone, there was..."


" Thank you so much..emmm Mr. Abhimanyu!" Melinda said and left from there.


Melinda's voice and likeness were clearly heard in Dhira's ears and eyes.


" Who is mas?" ask Dhira.


" Emm's a nobody, that's...."


Dhira immediately turned off his phone. Makes Abhimanyu confused.


" Good God, how is this!"


" Is he angry?"


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Devan had just taken a warm bath, the man whistled at night. He pegs himself on the big glass screen of the hotel room he inhabits.


" Handsome yet why always betray women?" Devan pitied his own reflection in the mirror with a monologue.


Shortly thereafter.


+6285790124xxx calling


" Who is this?" Devan scrunched his forehead, a new number contacted him. Unsuspecting he immediately raised the call, who knew it was the event organizer.


" Things..."


" I'm Ms. Dhira, prepare my flight to BL tomorrow morning, and don't tell my husband if I'll catch up there!"


Tut's.


Devan gulped his saliva with great difficulty, what exactly happened?


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