BETWEEN THE CEO AND THE MAFIA

The Planned Meeting

Raya sits on the bench of the city park waiting for Egi's arrival. Today, they agreed to walk together to get to know each other better. Actually it is not exactly called a deal, because the Kingdom is forcing. But, Egi was so mature as to accept Raya's request. Whether there is a continuation or not after that day, the important thing is that they have tried.

Raya wears a plain white shirt suit and jeans. Footwear he chose white sneakers so as not to make his feet blisters when walking. Although he seriously wanted to know Egi, but he did not display the image of others. He appeared in accordance with what he felt comfortable without pretending to be feminine as before.

"Am I late?" the heavy voice of a man made him shocked.

The flabbergasted kingdom stared at the figure before him. It was like looking at the other side of Egi. A person who used to focus on his work, serious and always dressed neatly, can now appear so relaxed. Almost did not recognize.

Egi looks younger in a matching sweater and jeans. It does not seem that he is in his 30s and is still fit as a student.

"Ah, no really. I am a part of it." Raya blushed in shame.

"Where are we going?"

"I have two free tickets to the zoo. How about we go there?"

"alright. Would you like to wait here or come with me to the parking lot? I parked a little far away."

Raya got up from her seat, "I'll go with Mr. Egi."

"Mmm... May I ask you something?"

They walked to the parking lot.

"Ask what, sir? But don't be that hard."

"Hahaha, this is a test. I just want to ask, em..... What do you think I look like?" Egi scratched his hair that does not itch.

"It's good, sir. You look younger."

"I usually look old, don't I?"

"Em, not really. If you wear work clothes, Mr. Egi looks mature and authoritative."

"This is actually what chose my friend's clothes. He said that I dandan as usual will be mistaken om-om street with nephew."

Raya held her laugh. The talk of Egi's friend has a point.

"I'm afraid it's wrong to look and make you embarrassed or uncomfortable walking along with me."

"It's okay. Mr. Egi wants to dress formally as well I do not feel disturbed. You should look comfortable."

"Once in a while this looks comfortable too, really."

"Sir Egi to the point of thinking about appearances to go with me. All of this is me who wants it. Sorry yes, sir. If it makes you feel burdened."

There is a bad taste in Raya. He did not expect that Egi could arrive like that to fulfill the request of the road with him. In fact, he only looked very casual. She was traumatized by her previous dates. He always tried to look the maximum, forcing himself to wear high heels, but in the end still he was shown.

"Ah, not at all. This is my wish too. Sometimes going on weekends is fun. No need to think about the schedule and pile of files that must be examined. Anyway, today we have to have fun until satisfied."

Raya smiled. Egi's answer slightly relieved his heart.

*****

"Darling, I'd like to check the building and meet our wedding vendor. Don't get too tired from work, remember, you're pregnant. I'll pick you up again for a check-up at the doctor."

"Yes." Yeah."

Prita put a hug on Ayash. Her husband is very attentive. Every day I would like to take him to the cafe. Weekends like this Ayash is still busy preparing for the wedding. Although not held in a large scale or he said ordinary, but it seems there is still a lot to be taken care of. Everything will not be right if there is no interference Mama Maya.

This time Ayash has to see for himself his wedding hall and meet people who will support the smooth running of the event. It doesn't feel like in less than two weeks they're getting married.

"Then I go in first. The children also seem to have all left."

Cup

Prita gives a brief kiss on Ayash's lips before getting out of the car.

"Morning, Mba Prita." said Yeni, one of the employees who was mopping.

"Again, Yen. Dika has come yet?"

"okay."

Prita's headed towards the kitchen. There are already six employees who are busy arranging ingredients, seasonings and equipment. Some are cooking.

"Eh, Mba Prita has come." said Tia.

"Where's the cooking, done?"

"It's over soon."

"Where?"

"So it looks like to the back shed grab some flour."

"Yes, continue cooking. I'm going to the barn first."

Prita walked back to the back.

"Abne.... "

Dika who was about to lift the flour bag stopped his activities when he heard the call from Prita. He immediately walked up to Prita in front of the warehouse door.

"What's up, Mba?"

"The record I asked for is not finished yet?"

Dika patted his head, "Sorry, Mba. I forget. Hehe.... " Dika resigned if you have to be scolded for his negligence.

"Oh, I can forget that. Think what the hell, Bang Dika?"

"Kids kitchen from earlier ask for help, Mba. So I haven't had time to work on the notes that Mba Prita asked for."

"After this I'll do it straight away, Mba."

"Yes, when you're done bring it to my room, yes."

"Ready, Mba."

Prita walked out of the back area of the cafe towards the stairs to the top floor. Above, there is Geri who is cleaning the upper area.

"August, Ger."

"Morning, Mum."

Prita had arrived at the door of his room. He dialed a six-digit pass number to open the door.

Clik.

Door opens. He entered the room and closed the door.

As he closed the door, it seemed that behind his body was the figure of someone other than himself. Prita was getting anxious. His instinct is to say something bad is going to happen. He was so afraid to turn around.

Prita intends to press the door pin and exit. Before his intention was accomplished, his hand was stopped by that person.

The srek!

The man pulled Prita's hand and cornered her to the door. A man wears a hat and a mask that covers his face. Look at his sharp eyes. He took off his mask with a single pull.

Prita's eyes are rounded. His body suddenly trembled and fear took hold of him.

Bayu. That man is Bayu.

The person that Prita most did not want to meet was now in front of him. Why could a person like him easily come as he pleased in his life. When he began to accept his condition, suddenly the wounds that once existed seemed to open again.

"Did you miss me?" Bayu gently stroked Prita's face, tucking the dangled rambit child over the face to the back of the ear.

Prita's body looks stiff without wrinkles. His subconscious recalls clearly that his body had to obey the man if it did not want to be injured. He was back in a chain that had just broken off. Bayu won't let her go.

"You still look beautiful. I miss you so much."