OH MY BOSS
PREGNANCIES

This time the curious Nena came to the office address given by Anggi, when he arrived there, Nena was quite surprised by how crowded the atmosphere in the room was quite spacious. Those who escaped and had the opportunity to participate in casting turned out to be many from the ordinary. Nena is getting suspicious.

"Sir, I would like to meet the chairman of this company," asked Nena at the receptionist who looked busy with a phone in her ear.

"Please wait in line, Ma'am. In front of the room there." The receptionist pointed at one of the doors that many people passed by.

"I don't want to Casting, Ma'am, I want to meet the chairman of this company." Nena explained.

"Oh, if so, I'm sorry, our boss is busy."

Nena clucked, resentfully giving up, the woman walked outside, to the side of the building in the form of a park, then sat on a long bench that looked empty there.

Not so long ago, Nena found a familiar-looking car into the office area, the woman was reflexively standing up. Pay close attention when a man he knows best exits the steering wheel door. Not long after a beautiful woman followed from her side door.

"Mas Justin?"

Nena couldn't possibly missee, nor could she possibly misidentify her own husband. He's in a car with Indira, just like he was when he was the man's secretary. Suddenly his heart hurt. No, not because her handsome husband was a car with that beautiful secretary, but....

Nena jumped up as she entered the door, Justin turned to her and looked surprised, but Nena threw her face away, she walked away very hastily, no, she did not shed any tears, not even wanting to cry. Really am.

Before finally her stepping foot hurriedly stepped on the pile of pebbles that made her slip and fall, the woman cried, weeping over her bleeding knee, she said, Nena continues to curse her eight-juta shoes that can't even help her keep her balance, she hates her shoes, she's upset at her bleeding knees, she's angry at her so weak self. Although the woman actually only needs a reason to cry other than because her husband. He could not deny even his heart was much more sick than anything.

A man kneeling before him carried Nena into his arms. He knew the scent of this perfume, he knew the man's embrace, but the woman preferred to push him away.

"I can explain" said the man.

Nena looked up, her eyes blurred with tears, "i don't need your explanation, Mas," said Nena, inexplicably even similar dialogue soap opera after airing. Consider himself a casting. "You want to explain to me that all this time, behind my failure to participate in the casting, right?" accusation later.

The man, Justin shook his head, but then nodded as well, too slow, thought Nena who chose to throw her face.

"But that's not what I mean?"

"What, Mas?"

Justin seemed to think, confused how to explain to his wife, that he was doing this all for the good of himself, uh his wife. Until then a question from Nena made him blink confused.

"When are you, Mas?"

"What?"

"My feet are so painful, O God, this blood. Not tomato sauce." Nena whines, and somehow her husband laughs, leaving her angry.

***

Justin patted his wife on the medical bed, then took the p3k box and the chair and sat down in front of his wife. The man painstakingly treated the wound on Nena's knee, Justin looked up as his wife looked in pain as she applied betadin. "illness?"  Ask.

Nena melengos, "very sick," he answered which leads to satire.

Justin, holding back a smile, asked, "what?"

"I'm really sick, Mom. You are so much like me." Nena hits the shoulder of her husband who is reflexively evasive, Nena never expected before that her barrier to reaching for dreams is the only person she trusts the most, the mastermind behind her failure to escape being an advertising star during this time was her own husband. He really did not think. "You why the hell, mean to me?" He asked, his tears began to fall. Lucky all-white room was deserted residents.

Justin stood up, resting his two hands on the bed, shutting his wife's body in between. "Because I love you" he said. Then kiss the wife's lips as she looks up, pulses them gently, channels warmth, conveys feelings she is unable to express in words.

Nena pushed her husband's body slowly, rubbed her lips with the back of her hand, maybe her husband could even do something like this. Although without him being denied, his heart melted as well.

"I don't want you to be busy, I can't see you by my side all the time. I want, when I'm tired, to turn around even if you're there." Justin said it really. With his forehead that he put on the head of the wife.

Nena took a breath. "Not all of the advertising star offers I took, Mas. I must have asked you, besides I'm usually no activity. You can." Nena persuaded, tugging at the sleeves of the suit her husband was wearing.

Justin raised his head, glancing at the wife who presented an adorable look, if that's how he could have the heart. He also nodded slowly, which was greeted with the wife's excited screeches as well as endless kisses that made her flutter.

***

"You didn't get my wife out because half the shares in this company belong to me, did you?" Justin asked Samuel, the producer and director and his business partner. They were sitting next to each other on Samuel's big couch.

His college friend in LA is a former film director, for it is not difficult if he wants to make an advertisement for his own business.

The man in Sam's usual greeting turned, "What are you really?" The question that made Justin cluck. But then Sam laughed too. "Your wife is talented, Just. If I knew you had that promising asset, I wouldn't have to make an audition, a waste of time" he said at length.

Justin grunting. "My wife is not an asset" she said. "If you can choose another, why should my wife?" tanyanya.

"Your wife has pent-up talent, she also has a strong star aura, don't be a fool, man."

Although annoyed, Justin prefers to ignore Samuel's teasing, "so, when to start filming the commercial," he asked.

"Quickly, and you'll lose if you miss it."

Semuel's words made Justin reflect. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Do you know what our new product is?" Samuel even asked, of course Justin knows, a product in the form of liquid soap that has the brand love, and a Justin even more curious to ask why the brand should love? "It's not stupid." Samuel was also laughing.

Justin melengos, his whole life, only this time he was said to be stupid. "In addition to that tacky brand, what else should I worry about?" Ask.

"Will there be a shower scene together, you haven't read the screenplay?"

"God! You're crazy!" Justin reflex snapped at the crossbred man before him. "I killed you and your family" he later threatened.

Attempting to hold Justin's hand which violently strangled his neck, Samuel laughed. "Oh my God, I'm kidding" he said.

Justin released his hand from Samuel's neck, the man stood up and tidied up his expensive coat, his wife could fade if lingering with the crossbreed man named Samuel. "I don't like to joke" he said.

Samuel stood up, patting Justin on the shoulder, still laughing. "You're possessive, just calm down there's no such scene" he said calmly.

Justin pulled his friend's hand off his shoulder. "I go home, you take care of everything" he said.

"Calm down, I'm sure this ad will be a great success, your wife is beautiful and talented, she's tall with extraordinarily delicate skin, her body pun—"

"Stop that useless prank of yours" Justin snarled, and the friend laughed again. Samuel now knew how to tease his haughty business partner.

Justin does not like if his wife's stupidity is made an object of delusion by other men. And more netizens.

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