The Throne of Desire of the Candidate Duda

Chapter.111

With his whole body soaked, Alvino climbed to the edge of the pool with a feeling of extreme responsibility. While Aliya was wearing a kimono towel, sitting on a chair that was there while enjoying the warm ogles.

Aliya approached the husband while carrying a towel that he had prepared. "Mas, thank you. The fare is good, now you take a shower straight to the office again, there is a meeting right?"

"Dear dear, you've got a lot of heart." Alvino grabbed the towel with a soft face. He dried his hair with the towel while looking at the wife who was laughing. "We why laugh anyway? Your husband is in torment."

"Well, how could we do it in this place, ma'am." Aliya approached, unbuttoning her husband's wet clothes one by one. "I'm waiting for you to come home tonight yeah, don't be late and don't overtime."

Seerrr.

Alvino closed his eyes when he felt a very warm sigh rushing within his body. The touch of the wife always manages to make a craze.

Slowly he opened his eyes again, grabbed his wife's chin to land a kiss but was immediately prevented by Aliya. "Not now, I want to continue eating the conch."

Alvino could only remain silent as his wife walked out from his presence. "Gosh, why do I want it this afternoon."

Not wanting to continue to dissolve with his own desires, Alvino stepped into a special bathroom in the pool area. Today there was a meeting, which could actually have been Alvino cancel but since he had just gotten a reprimand from the bottle alley residents, Alvino felt he had to make things clear.

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Since expressing her feelings, Abian always spends her lunch time to meet with Viona. At a restaurant not far from the office, Abian and Viona had just finished lunch and were getting ready to go home.

Arriving at the parking lot, before getting into each other's car, Abian turned back to look at Viona. "Where are you going after this?" ask Abian to make sure.

"Hmm, I plan to go to my fabric factory, which is in area x. Next month I'm going to launch some of the latest fashions, so all the materials must conform to my standards lest anything go wrong, be it the motif and also the thickness of the fabric."

"You're so excited. All right, then you're careful on the road, and keep your heart to me."

Viona chuckles to herself hearing Abian's words. "Hey, why are you acting so sweet. Not like the Abian I know."

"Ck, yes this is how I fell in love. So be ... ah the time is not right, then I go first. See you tonight."

"Huh, it's tonight. Will you come home tonight?"

"Of course, weekly nights. I'll pick you up at seven in the night, bye."

Abian waved his hand and went straight into the car. It was Viona there who was stunned to see Abian's departure. His face was flushed with a feeling that made the heart flowery.

"Weekly night? ... Aaakk! why am I this happy. Do I go to the boutique right now, I don't have any clothes at home."

Having no clothes is one of the words that are identical to women. When a Viona Wilson closet is filled with fancy dresses even she also has her own clothing brand, but the sentence still applies to her.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, the meeting began. It was a bit late because Alvino had just arrived. With such a serious look on his face, Alvino stepped towards the meeting room where Abian and all the department heads gathered.

"Good afternoon, everybody. Sorry I'm a little late. Today we will not discuss about the project of tourist attractions but I want to ask about more important matters."

For a moment Alvino was silent as he looked at all the staff in the room. During this time he always tried to give counseling on how to work smart and responsible.

"Today, for the first time, I heard firsthand the news I want to confirm to you. Is it true, there is a plan for the eviction of land behind this building, is there an official permit? Have I ever signed a letter of approval?"

All the heads of the departments seemed to be silent for a moment while whispering. Seeing the expression on Alvino's face at this moment they were confused as to what to answer.

Hearing the boss start to get emotional, Abian immediately approached to whisper something to Alvino. "Vin, this is a project that your Papa is handling directly, don't ask them, I just don't dare to open their mouths anymore."

Alvino rounded his eyes to look at the secretary. "You are why .. we postpone this meeting tomorrow, before there is any clarity do not take any action." He immediately stepped out of the room.

Abian tries to align his steps with Alvino.

"Vin, this project has been designed by your Papa for a long time. Do you remember the music and sports center we used to talk about? That's what your Papa wants to realize in his old age, why you are even angry, this is the business world bro. The land belongs to the company."

Alvino stopped his steps, looking at Abian with a serious look. "Have you ever been to that slum? Just look at how many people are seeking shelter from the heat and rain there. I didn't expect you to also cover this up from me, it should have been before the eviction, there should have been an allocation place for the residents in the bottle alley. Work does use the brain but that doesn't mean your heart is in wine."

Alvino turned around again, continuing his steps leaving Abian who was still silent there.

Abian rubbed his face violently while swearing in his heart. "Haiss is wrong. Let it go, it'll be good again." He stepped back into the meeting room.

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Alvino who had just arrived home immediately stepped quickly towards the Papa's study. He knew his father was usually there, but this time he found him nowhere. "Papa where ya."

Not wanting to linger there, Alvino came out immediately. He stopped speeding up his steps toward the mother who was about to go down to the ground floor. "Ma, where's Papa?"

"Don't Papa say it? Papa to Malaysia this morning to meet Om Bima."

"Gosh, leave instead. Like there's no burden at all Papa's."

"Vin, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay Ma, I'll go to my room then. I'm tired." Alvino turned around limply towards his room which was also on the second floor of the luxurious residence.

Arumi could only look at the departure of the son with a puzzled expression that was so obvious.

Clamps.

The first time she opened the door, she could see the wife who had just finished her bath and was sitting at the dresser. He stepped up and immediately hugged Aliya from behind. "I'm home."

Aliya frowned when she heard the voice of the husband who was so limp. "Mas, how come you're so limp?"

"Again there was trouble in the office. Aliya, do you think I'm a great businessman?"

Aliya was even more confused because it was not usual for her husband to ask about such things. He immediately turned to look at the husband who was right in front of him at this moment. "Why do you ask like that? Is there a problem."

Alvino smiled and hugged Aliya. "I feel like I'm dancing over the suffering of many people. What should I do." Alvino's voice sounded so soft.

Aliya patted the husband on the back, he felt no need to know what problems the husband was facing in the office for a moment but he had to position himself as someone who could make Alvino strong through all problems.

"There is no set problem for a person without a solution. I know Mas can definitely get through it so face it all with an open mind. Remember, I'll always be right behind, Mom."

Alvino tightened his embrace and drowned his face in the niche of his wife's neck. "You are my greatest support, thank you, baby."

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