The Mighty Lord's Amorous Asmara

Chapter 23

All of Rico's work is largely neglected today. Task files stack up. Meeting with client postponed. He even canceled a contract because of his inconsistency. And all of that can happen because of the baby.

Because he was busy taking care of and accompanying the girl to his father's eater Rico so had to be extra overtime. Until it is not felt, the clock moves quickly almost to the number 23.00.

It's time he had to rest himself in order to undergo more exhausting activities tomorrow.

"It's night apparently!" The man muttered. Started to stretch his hands up to relax the nerves tense in his body.

Rico's memory suddenly glides freely on Bebi. What's that woman doing, huh? I don't know! Why would he think of such an obscure woman?

Although Bebi was in a state of mourning, but Rico admitted that far at the bottom of his heart felt ordinary. He only had a moment of pity, then now it was normal as if he had never heard Bebi's father die.

The man thought about what he did this afternoon. Is Bebi really okay with losing her virginity? The girl looked ordinary as if the brief incident had never happened.

"Bodo!"

Not wanting to be so dizzy, Rico finally moved slowly. Turn off the lights in the workspace and walk to the door. "Time to sleep! Don't let me go crazy just for thinking about that firecracker!"

His hand turned the door handle. Then turn around to make sure the monitor and other electronic objects are dead.

"Geez!" The man's eyeballs were almost dislodged when he found the father standing rigidly in front of his study.

"W-what are you doing? Why haven't you come home?"

Plakkkk!

One punch darted quickly on the head without being able to be eeled. Rico increasingly rounded his eyes did not accept.

"What did you do?" Deliberately calling Mr. Wicaksno with that call was so emotional. His hands clenched, not accepting being hit like a child.

"Dad hasn't come home yet? Why is Dad here?" Ask once again in a half-exorcising tone. His call derided him. Sometimes dad, sometimes you. Indicates that dear old man but his heart prestige.

"Dad who should ask you! What were you doing in that room until you forgot about your wife. Did you know Bebi hasn't been out of the room since she came home. Father even to the point of dizzy afraid of children starving to death in the room. Your time that her husband doesn't care at all," Wicaksono scolded everywhere.

Rico scratched his back head. Then talk half-scrambled, "I work! To make your company even better!"

"Savage your head! Take care of your wife first! Bring him some food!"

Wicaksono turned his head while staring at the big back of his son. "Where are you going?"

"To kitchen. He said Bebi hasn't eaten, right? Of course as a good husband I have to bring him food. Are you satisfied?" Rico spoke very lightly, without caring that behind him Mr. Wicaksono was swearing furiously the behavior of the one boy.

The man continued to walk leisurely. Then found the waiter was putting two hearts of chrispy chicken on a plate of warm rice.

"Who's food for?" rico's asking surprised the waiter from behind.

"Good, Master!" The waiter turned around while holding his heart that was beating uncontrollably. "Can I help you, sir?" err the waiter in more polite language.

"Make food for the baby! Give me the food later. I'll wait for you at the dinner table!"

"What a coincidence Sir!" the waiter smiled. "I just finished preparing a meal for the young lady. After we persuaded her to eat, she finally wanted to eat as well as the original chicken liver bought chrysanthemum sold in front of the gate."

"Krispi chicken heart? In front of the archway?" Rico who never ate fried thousand fried foods fried with oil stewing. "Is the food hygienic?"

The waiter almost laughed at Rico's words. Of course not, the price is very cheap. Typical food among the bottom people whose taste is guaranteed exorbitant. On the record you should like it.

"I don't know much, sir! But this is Miss Bebi's favorite food. Miss asked me to buy this." While thrusting a blue tray with a menu that for Rico looks ridiculous.

Rico's forehead is still shriveled. Forming three straight lines while paying attention to the oils that stick and add texture to the heart is more disgusting.

What kind of food is this?

Rico who was used to eating boiled and roasted food shuddered in horror. He almost threw the food back at the waiter. But the waiter hurriedly reminded.

"This is my favorite food! Miss won't eat if it's not the menu."

"Hmmm, okay .. fine!" There was a desperate sigh as Rico imagined Bebi's mouth chewing on that unhealthy fatty object.

Why do I care so much about that woman?

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Comennya..... Zeyeng..... Let g desolate very this stall