BETWEEN THE CEO AND MAFIA 2

BETWEEN THE CEO AND MAFIA 2
Daniel wants to stay



"When did you smoke? He said I wasn't interested." teased Irgi.


As far as Irgi was concerned, Ayash was the most anti-smoking person. High School time he was also the most reluctant to be invited to smoke in school. Let alone smoking, truant or make a little troublemaker he does not want. Anyway her image at school is a good boy. Plus he doesn't like being close to girls who aren't close to him. Looks wasted. His attitude is very cold to others, especially the centile girl who deliberately wants to approach him. At most he will be insulted immediately until the girl is embarrassed and kapok approached him.


If it's Irgi, the Prince of the School, he's kinder to people. Although not a playboy, he is still labeled as a guy who likes to play girls because of his friendly attitude to people.


The only woman Ayash has ever liked until it was Prita. Now, she's married to another man. I can't imagine how crazy he is now.


"Once in a while camping, yuk! I'm looking for a broken hearted man to make his mind fresh."


"Job's still piling up, Ir. I don't have time yet."


Ayash stayed focused on the pile of files on his desk. He checked the work of his employees while occasionally sipping cigarettes in his hands.


"Pay people, make a temporary change of your job. Why also work continues if making stress can quickly die you know."


"Can't it be a slightly laid-back entrepreneur like me?"


"You don't have to work, you can still live well, Ir. The Wijaya Family's favorite son-in-law."


"Damn it! Am I that kind of daughter-in-law?"


"Easy! Work again work. If your mouth sounds it just makes me emotional. Right job, if not right I fired!"


"Papa.... "


Daniel's call distracted both of them. The boy came with Prita. Ayash immediately panicked! He was holding a cigarette. In a hurry he wanted to turn off his cigarette, but instead hit the back of his hand.


"Aah!" screeches when the heat of cigarette coals touches the surface of his skin. He shook his hand in panic.


Prita who was still in the doorway immediately ran over to Ayash in panic. Unknowingly he shows his worry, holding Ayash's reddened hand exposed to cigarette embroidery.


"Oh, my God.... Why not be careful? Your hands are so red." muttered Prita while holding Ayash's hand.


Does he not know, his treatment is making the man he holds his hand so melted his feelings.


"I'll get you some medicine first."


Prita hurriedly headed for the medicine storage. He was very familiar with the location, because since the first room was still organized as usual.


He slowly applied a special cream to the burn slowly and evenly on the back of Ayash's hand.


"Is it okay?" Daniel was worried.


Ayash smiled, the boy was worried. "It's okay, honey. Papa's fine."


"Why do you smoke everything? Usually it's not." said Prita.


Ayash gulped. He is now caught as a smoker. Does he need to explain why? How would Prita respond if she said since her divorce she became stressed and started smoking? Will she feel sorry or guilty for him?


"Irgi made me try the cigarette. Actually I don't want to, but he's forcing." Ayash tried to give.


An annoyance ganging up on Irgi's chest. He was made an excuse in front of Prita. In fact, it was Ayash's own cigarette and it was he who asked for a cigarette from her.


"Ir, if you invite a positive person, Ayash will not be able to smoke when you smoke." said Prita.


Irgi is a tumbar. He should accept being the target of Prita's anger now.


"Once-a-time, Ta. I need a friend to smoke."


"All the others, should it be Ayash?"


"What's the matter, Ta. That Ayash smokes?" irgi Fishing.


"I.... "


Prita could not continue his words. She was a fool, now Ayash is just her ex-husband. Why does he still care? After all, she was also married again. Did he just forget?


"I why?" look at Irgi again. He really likes it that way. To encourage people to say something honestly.


Prita sighed, "Ayash is the father of my children. I don't want him to get sick from smoking." Prita tries to find excuses.


"You're cursing smokers like me, Ta?"


"You're the same, quit smoking! I don't want my best friend to be sick with cigarettes."


"Where is your husband?"


"Still in the office."


Irgi raised his eyebrows, "He's not mad you're here to see an ex-husband?"


Questions from Irgi.


Prita's expression changed. He did not tell Bayu if he wanted to take Daniel to see his father. Bayu would be angry if he knew he went to Ayash's office without his knowledge.


Prita strengthened the alibi in his heart if his actions this time were only for Daniel, not for him. He just drove Daniel, not Ayash. That's a very different thing.


"Yash, Daniel's staying at your house this weekend. Can you?"


Ayash had held Daniel in his chair. He rubbed the top of his head.


"Of course you can. Whenever Daniel wants, he can stay with me."


Daniel hugged his beloved father warmly.


"It just so happens that this weekend I also want to camp and fish with Irgi. I'll take Daniel along too. Yes, I am, Ir."


"Ah, hm."


Irgi added furiously. Ayash said things that were not true. He obviously refused his invitation. Why is it that now in front of Prita he even said that? Just watch out later he will really take Ayash to a place whose route is quite difficult so he is overwhelmed let alone have to bring Daniel.


"Your husband didn't take her honeymoon, Ta?" chirps Irgi.


"Honey moon what the hell.... "


"The time to get a rich husband is not invited for a honeymoon.... Your husband's stingy, huh?"


"I just finished moving house, Ir. Daniel has also started school. No time to think about it."


"Where did you move?"


"To the downtown area near Daniel and Dean's school."


"Wow! How much is your new house worth?"


"Where do I know, Irgi.... Do I have to be that kepo? Lambe Turah time!"


"Make sure the house is in your name, Ta. Cumpulin spirit assets from Bayu Bagaskara."


"Not to be heard, he is spreading heresy" Ayash said.


"Buddy you, Irgi.... "


"Taa.... If your husband and I were enemies, who would you think?"


Starting again, Irgi likes to look for things. "Obviously I wouldn't believe you. You're a handyman looking for things."


"Haha.... Sukurin!"


"Why do you hate him so much? If he was wrong, people can change."


"There's no one that's that easy to change, Ta. I'm sure he's still the way he used to be."


"As far as you are! I'm dizzy can't make you guys get along. He's my husband now, you know. He's both my captain and my children. I hope we can all be on good terms and there's no dispute whatsoever."


"You don't go around like Irgi, Yash. We should still get along even if we're separated."


Ayash just smiled.


"Oh, yes. I'm gonna give this back."


Prita offered him the credit card Ayash had given him. After the divorce, Ayash gave the card to fulfill his needs. Now, she is married to Bayu. That is, Ayash's obligation is over. He has to give it back.


"Please keep it, Ta. Dean and Livy are coming with you. Use it to buy their needs."


"You can buy them your own needs, Yash. I also have an obligation to cover them as well because I'm also his mother."


"Save it even if you don't need it. If you don't want to keep it, throw it away." Ayash said in a flat tone. She really dislikes Prita giving back her gift. To him, it was an insult. What he gave to Prita, it was no longer his.


"Ah, so, yes. All right, I'll keep it then. Later if Dean or Livy's grown up, I can give it to them."


Prita smiled awkwardly. He put Ayash's credit card back in his bag. The aura around Ayash was quite dark. He would be angry if he kept pushing him back.


"In that case, I say goodbye, yes. Titip Daniel's."


Ayash nodded.


"Daniel, you don't be naughty or bother papa, huh?"


"Yes, Mama."


"I'll go home first, Ir."


"Hm, be careful on the road."


Prita turned around and walked towards the door. His love for Ayash has faded. But, the sense of caring for the man has not been able to eliminate from his mind. He hopes both himself and Ayash can live their respective family lives without regret. But that seems very difficult.