My Poor Secretary's
The Part 69
Mommy Megan explains to Alcie that she's not going to Paris for a walk, but picking up her much-missed husband. “Paham?” ask with a little emphasis.
Alcie showed a barrage of his teeth and nodded. “I think intentionally left me to suffer here, whereas you were having fun in the fashion city,” he replied.
“What if I had fun alone? My money too.” Mommy Megan raises her eyebrows, she feels no obligation to also invite Alcie even though she uses the woman for personal gain.
“Taketh no harm, anyway.” Alcie smiled awkwardly. Apparently, her angelic mask had forgotten that it had not been activated so she got a slightly cynical response from her future father-in-law. He hurriedly stuck to Mommy Megan so as not to be angry with her who had thought bad.
“Excuse me, Mistress.” One of the policemen interrupted the conversation between the two women. “Please sign this document first.” He handed me a paper with the letter of the guarantor.
“Oh, okay.” Mommy Megan lets go of Alcie's hand that is attached to her. “So move first!” he told the medusa woman to shift the body not to face him again.
Mommy Megan sits in front of the police asking for an autograph. He read carefully first before scraping the black ink on the paper. In his heart grumbled as he gave his signature on the paper. Because he will get a reprimand, fine, or sanction if the person who is guaranteed to make another act.
After finishing the administration with the authorities, Mommy Megan and Alcie walked out. The two talk.
“Why can you be reported to the police station by Steve?” ask Mommy Megan, even though she already knows that it's one way her son avoids Alcie. But he wants to hear a version of Alcie Glee.
“I don't know either, I was looking for Danzel in her office. There I was sent away but still I don't want to go, finally there were the police who took me and Danzel's assistant who made a report that seemed exaggerated until I had to be a temporary prisoner for a long time,” Alcie complained. His fingers rubbed under his eyes, removing the teardrops of his culture.
Alcie stops right in front of the entrance, holding Mommy Megan's arm to come to a standstill with him until the two face each other. “Why do you look happy? Are you happy because I'm suffering?” He put on as sad a face as possible.
“No, I just feel funny with my son,” replied Mommy Megan. He stroked Alcie's arm so as not to be prejudiced.
The woman who gave birth to Danzel invited Alcie to walk to the parking lot again. They continued the unfinished conversation.
“Aunty, after this we care to the salon, yuk? I want to get rid of acne and my skin that becomes dirty due to not being maintained here. Later Danzel does not like me if it looks ugly,” invite Alcie. Who knows, he could get a deal from his future father-in-law.
“Em ... it seems like it can't be if today,” subtly reject Mommy Megan. “When-anytime.”
Alcie pouted, blushing his lips. If other women usually look cute, but he actually increasingly looks like a dower just stabbed people.
“Oh yes, I forgot to ask you something important,” Alcie chirped.
“What?”