"Mama!"
A small child waved toward the long-haired woman. The eyes look flat at the fierce gaze of the woman he calls Mama.
"Sky Mama says, do not always be surprised. This is a foreign country for you!"
The little boy was just sniping. The mama is always overprotective of him. He does not like it. He has six more years. Enough time to adventure alone. He stood up, enforcing the backpack on his back, and started to step up. At least that's how Skylar felt.
"Come on, the taxi is waiting!"
The old lady had regained her sullen attitude. The car's engine has slid into the city street. The road is still smooth in the early morning. Until the car arrived at the apartment in Kuningan, Jakarta.
After Sandra paid for a taxi, Sky had cured his goods. The child does like to stand alone and unpondered. The mention is frequently held for work, making it a wonderful person. At the age of five, he can take care of his life. Cook the rice, fry the teller, make toast, and even wash his clothes.
"Sky, you should be polite. Same friend mama yes, remember us here," said Sandra in the child-alone puppet.
He raised the winner of Mama as a sign.
"Hi, Sandra and Skylar. You're at your highest point now, Sky." An Angel was welded to them.
She was Sandra's friend, which was arguable. Is she Dave's fiancé? They were on the verge of becoming acquainted with Angel after meeting at the Sorry Caffe seven years ago.
"Hello, Angel, sorry to have trouble," Sandra's regrets are sorry. They kissed the cheek afterward.
"Did you say? No one has trouble," said Angel.
"Sky, let's say Same hai, to Aunty Angel!" Sandra's command to his son.
There was no such dance, though, with his slowly walking and taking his mother's friends. Paste it in front of the lip, then hurriedly release it.
"Your son is this great number. Then let's go up. You must be tired. " Angel guided Sandra and Sky to board the openly open elevator. The pressure of the access card number is in the room.
"Welcome home. Hopefully, the feel of the house will You can stay here as much as you like. Do not hesitate," shrank Angel's spirit.
When she contacted Dave about Sandra, who would return to Indonesia, Angel then also filed to open the door of his apartment. At least she is not lonely anymore if there are both of them.
"The only thing is, Angel, I have to take care of something," Sandra said.
Sandra still has to have a board apartment first. It's just for an uninhabited island. Sandra wants to settle into his perpetrator unit. or even haunted.
"Ah, you never enjoyed San," Mutual Angel is disappointed. His cheek expands with his forward lips. It looks funny, though it is sulking.
Sandra laughed at his behavior, "Yeah, you're so cute, we can still meet."
"Yes ... yes ... yes. You're very hungry. I made the tip of the duck rice. You will like it."
Hearing the menu, Angel made the frame in his eyes brilliant. Sandra immediately drags her son to eat with her.
"Oldy Angel I did not eat this. Thank you. What wonderful remarks!" Sandra said joyfully.
While Sky only looked lazy to his mother, who was tacky, not even excessive. He remembered, that even yesterday morning they ate this menu.
"Ma, yesterday we ate this," protests Sky.
Sandra glared at her son. His mouth was as sharp as her spokesman's. I can not see the mama happy just so.
"Quickly eat!" Scream Sandra.
***
Guests on arrival: Hernandez Corp. If the common room normally smiled friendly at visitors, this time the greedy smile was his.
"Want to bring your sister here? What work should be taken care of?" asked Bara.
It had been almost two hours since Brisia's brother had been sitting on the coals of the room. She was asked what she might not say a word about. Brisia smiled cynically toward her brother.
While closing the fart scarf, her words said, "Why should you give birth to a child of sophrology like you a bed?"
The Bara stopped, his hands wobbling on the keyboard. His tail sharply stared at the sons of the sons. A little day is thousands of Brisia saying something. He did not expect that the wound was still at the bottom of his heart.
Even Bara himself never knew, how his sister had lived before. Can it end?
"Brisia—"
"It is enough! Disgusting!"
Brisia stood on his ten heels. She fingered her handbag and took something from it out. Next, throw it right on the face of the part in the face.
"Come on, remember not to embarrass yourself by hiring a b*tch!"
After saying that, Brisia twisted his feet and stepped out. leaving the coal glued to the vacant gaze. It's always like that's his attitude. Throw anything if there is an object called for. Brisia does not care.
Bara was breathing in this world when he shifted. All the attention fell on a few pink men in the family. The patriarchal system that is held by his family makes him a hard and backward person.
"The eighty-born birthday. Robert Sanjaya," Bara looks as if the invitation has moved to his hand.
"He is old, definitely a very big and important party."
However, the terrifying scourge of Bara remains the same. The divorce seven years ago has not been seriously mediated. The invitation card is still written on the coast and the wife.
"Huh."
The paragraphs pocketed the intercom to the Dion desk. Ask his assistant to sign in.
"Yeah, I want to help you," said Dion, instantly being in the presence of the Bara.
"Look for a single woman, who just wants to plunge into the entertainment world. Makeup is as beautiful as possible. Take him to the birthday party. Mr. Roberts. Remember, do not be ashamed of bringing a famous figure. Furthermore, I am unemployed."
Dion noted the coal's wish on his head. Then they nodded and left. It's been a year, and it's just going on.
His boss just wanted to find Sandra's figure in other women. But, until this moment, no one can compete with Sandra in the heart of the Bara.
***
"Miss, I want to meet Mrs. Pamungkas. This is my CV. " Sandra plants a map in front of the receptionist. Along with the loud phone, ringing sounded.
"Mom was asked to fifteen. The elevator was there. "
The beautiful receptionist is pointing toward the elevator. Sandra nodded and started stepping onto the destined floor.
"Excuse me, I'm about Mrs. Umpassage," Sandra said to a young woman who had just come out of one of the rooms.
"Ah, you're waiting for me. Let's go in. "
Sandra is flowing into the room. It looks like Mrs. Pamungkas sat in his great haste chair with an elegant style. making Sandra instantly unaffected as a woman. She glanced in the direction of the appearance. It is a decent big boss of a company's sort of strategy. Sandra was suddenly rigid in place.
"Ah yes, just I have a new task for you," said Mrs. Ulimname without being basic.
"Directed to the task?" said Sandra.
"What, no interview first?" Sandra asked, astonishingly.
Mrs. Pamungkas shook her head and said, "No need, you're so beautiful."
Sandra is getting confused. What to do with him is a beautiful and challenging task. Even so, he did not want to lose his job.
"All right ..."
***