Ceo Galak That's My Husband Candidate

#3 ARRIVAL

The same day, on the other side of the city was precisely at the airport, a plane landed very smoothly. A few minutes later the plane door opened.

A man with a pair of long legs made him look so tall, wearing limited-edition solid-black shoes stepped his feet out of the plane. He walked down the stairs in a dashing and elegant manner.

With certainty and confidence the man was full of authority. She was wearing a slim black suit that looked so charming and attached as it was measured to fit her flawless body shape. Seen once the chest is very plane and the back is triangular when viewed from the back adds a plus for him.

He continued walking down the airport, all eyes fixed on the figure of the man who could not make them turn away as the man walked past him. She was so tall, her eyes were so sharp and her hair was neat with a little pomade help to help her hair to look neat and shiny.

Not long after, he halted his steps right in front of the airport lobby door. The man who was often greeted by Barack by his friend, began to throw his eyes around. Occasionally glanced towards the clock that was coiling on his right wrist.

It appeared that a shiny black luxury car that was so clean stopped right in front of him. A driver rushed down and opened the door for Barack.

"Please, sir" said the driver, throwing a smile at the tall man.

"Mm!" Barack only showed his expressionless cold face as he climbed into the car.

The driver immediately returned to driving and drove his car at an average speed. In the car, the driver began to sweat coldly, Barack's attitude immediately made the atmosphere in the car cabin feel cold and awkward. Occasionally seeing his Master sitting behind through the front mirror The driver wiped his sweat.

"Two minutes and thirty seconds, from the past until now nothing has changed! can't be on time a little?" barack said in a tight tone to the driver who was late to pick him up.

Gluey! the driver could only swallow his saliva.

Barack had a glance at the front of the front of the screen to see the driver, but before long he began to be busy opening his electronic device with a 14-inch screen resting on his thigh.

"E, yes Sir, sorry earlier–," the driver tried to defend himself, he felt awkward and confused looking for an excuse. Afraid of speaking wrongly in front of his master.

"I don't accept any excuses!" barack cuts off talks.

Obviously a frightened driver, Barack is a man who always wants everything to be perfect. He also really appreciates the time, ketus, jutek haughty, arrogant cold super cute it's ingrained in him, but if it's about the woman he loves, but if it's about the woman he loves, all of these traits wear off on their own.

"Just go to Daddy's office!" he said he was busy with his laptop.

"I, , yes sir" the driver immediately drove his car at high speed.

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On campus all the places look so crowded, they scatter to find a place to rest. There are just sitting, gossiping, there are also those who do the task, but on the other hand Luna and Cici are still enjoying their lunch.

"After finishing college later I have to pursue my goals first, which is to continue studying abroad again!" cici said full of ambition while turning the magazine in front of him.

"Seriously you still want to go to college again?? still want to be dizzy thinking about the formula and various kinds of troops? the task may be, this is what it is. You still want to? huh! if I had better just hang my head on a mango tree! now that my brain is dead-end thinking about everything," Luna said with her mouth full of meatballs until she saw both cheeks expanding.

"You're not dizzy from thinking about the material! but think too often about that playboy guy!"

"Sometimes when you talk you're always right! basic thing! sucks!" Luna admitted.

"Hahaha.I would love to get a higher title behind my name" said Cici began to boast while spreading into his two hands like a bird flapping its wings.

"What title? ticker degree? wkwkwkwkwk" Luna cut off the conversation, her words were indeed slight but directly pierced into Cici's chest. His laughter was satisfied in retaliation for Cici's earlier taunts.

"Well, what an evil mouth you are!" Cici was still busy opening the magazine in front of her. His gaze began to stall on a picture of a man inside the magazine that caught his attention. "Uuuuwwwhhh.. This oath is a very handsome man! yes Barack Obama!! why are you so handsome. Could it have been during the distribution of good looks he stood at the front row so that God gave this man more than he should have? How could God have created such a perfect creature? I imagine she just hugged me why I felt so inappropriate!" Cici grieves, deliberately dramatizes.

"Hey hey hey hey!!! What the fuck are you? ugly expression! if the director says your expression is excessive!" Luna seemed to still be annoyed with Cici. They break each other's happiness.

"Excessive in where?! Let's see for yourself the appearance of Barack Putra Alwibowo, a young, handsome CEO at a very young age who already has his own company abroad... this article has made everyone feel jealous of her. Great, right? she was!" Cici was proud to read the magazine article.

"Bodos! I don't care what the article says" said Luna, who was not interested in the subject at all.

"Tau ah.. change the subject donk! nothing else what's more important to discuss?" Luna cut off the conversation, while continuing to stir her meatball noodles.

"Yes aampuun! you're such a bitch!" Cici finally lost her mood, she closed the magazine again. "But by the way if you how? finish college later.. Where are you going?" continued.

Luna just silently daydreamed, her eyes began to blank as she continued to stir the meatballs that were in front of her.

"Hey!! why are you daydreaming!" Cici by raising her tone, she deliberately made Luna to be aware of daydreams.

"I'm not daydreaming, just thinking. You know for yourself, right? If I want to do whatever I want, but my parents want me to obey all their orders. How else, I can't go against their wishes!" luna's face began to look gloomy and not excited.

"You mean?" Cici was a little confused by the meaning of Luna's words.

"Well, my father wants me to continue his company, you know I'm the only child in my family. If it wasn't me, then who else would have continued it?" luna said, now she seems to have started to lose her spirit.

"Seriously you want to continue your family business? with appearance and... style like this? will all your employees not escape? Hahahah" Cici's tone sounded relaxed but sounded very irritating in Luna's ears.

"Well, you are so evil! You want revenge!" Luna started to get irritated and threw a fork at the table carelessly.

"Hahahahahah..satisfied I am!" Cici was more satisfied with her laughter after successfully replying to Luna's words.

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Elsewhere, at the Wibowo family company where everyone was busy working on their own affairs, Barack began to step foot into the lobby of the office towards the elevator.

The heavy equipment began to move Barack from the ground floor to the 47th floor. A moment later, the elevator stopped and the door opened wide, Barack stepped out into a room.

Tok tok!!

barack's haughty personality remains polite, he knocks on his father's office door before going inside.

"Yes! enter" Mr. Wibowo's heavy voice from the direction in allowing Barack to enter his room.

Barack came in and threw a smile at his father.

"Barack my son, how are you? and how's your company doing there?" Mr. Wibowo moved from his seat to greet Barack with a warm embrace.

"As you can see, I'm fine, and certainly so is my company" Barack answered briefly in a thin smile that adorned his lips.

"Dad expected you could do it, but remember never to smear our surnames, okay!" mr. Wibowo made it clear and put pressure on the last sentence to keep Barack focused on the company and its goals.

Hearing his father's words the thin smile on Barack's face disappeared and his facial expression began to turn tense. "Okay" he answered short.

"Have you met your mother?" asked Mr. Wibowo while sitting back in his great chair.

"I think Dad's been good enough to take care of Mom while I'm overseas?"

"How looks? hahahahah. Oh yeah, there's something important that Dad and Mom want to talk to you about" Mr. Aibowo took off his glasses.

"Hmm, well Dad, we'll meet at dinner and we'll talk about it. Now that I'm leaving first, there's an appointment with someone."

"Okay, don't be late" said Mr. Wibowo, filled with a sense of fundamental concern.

Barack only smiled faintly as he left his father's study. Heading to the elevator with such a cold facial expression and sharp eyes. From the expression of his face described as Barack very resisting pressure from his father to recall the words of Mr. Wibowo who sounded more like an ultimatum to him.