CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 25 Two singles who are

In the morning at breakfast, Ervan sat facing his parents.

"Where's your wife?"

"He's in the shower, Pa."

"Really, so last night you made grandchildren?"

Uhuk ... Uhuk...

Ervan re-drinks the water, after choking.

"Mama, what the hell? Grandson Mama is still a child, what to hurry, add."

"You are this."

Mama resumed her breakfast with a feeling of annoyance. Shortly, Sarah joined.

"Morning, Ma, Pa. Sorry to be late."

"It's okay, Mama understands, you must be exhausted, right last night."

Sarah looked at Ervan, not understanding.

"Come on, breakfast," Papa Ervan asked.

Sarah looked at her father-in-law, a face that had not wrinkled up like a lack of sleep.

"Didn't Papa sleep last night?"

Ervan looked at his father's face, while Papa just sighed, remembering last night's incident.

"Mamma..."

The little one woke up, crying for his mother. While the two people beside him were still drowning in a dream.

The little guy was still crying, even patting Ervan's father's face, until he finally woke up.

"What's up, baby are you hungry?"

Papa shook his wife's body. "Ma, wake. My granddaughter is hungry."

"Hungry? Yeah, already. Go to the kitchen there."

Papa was silent for a moment, was his wife still dreaming and delirious. He shook his wife's body again, this time quite hard.

"Mama, wake. Hurry along!"

"What the hell, if Papa's hungry to the kitchen there." Mama replied without opening her eyes, even her grandchildren's cries were not heard.

Papa was frustrated, moreover, his two eyes were very heavy. He lifted the little one up, landed on his wife's head.

"LADY...."

His wife got up, upset, when something hit her face and made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Good, if you're conscious. Your granddaughter wakes up and she seems hungry."

Mama's eyes were glittering, emotion. Suddenly disappeared just like that, when the sound of the cry of the little one finally sounded in his hearing.

"Oh, my dear." Landed a kiss, then turned to look at her husband. "Papa, make him milk."

"Me?"Papa pointed at his chest.

"Yes, you. Why object? You didn't help me take care of Ervan. Now, you have to help me take care of our grandchildren."

"I'll ask the nanny."

Aaaa.....!! Mom pulled her husband's hair.

"Make it yourself, now you must make amends for your past mistakes."

Finally, that night Izzam made milk, changed diapers and put your little one to sleep. While his wife, just watching, left while commanding.

"Tonight, the little one will sleep back with you or just give it to the nanny."

"No way," denied Mama. "My second grandson is on his way. The little one will sleep with us for a week."

Papa looked at the child and his son-in-law, asking for help with the look of his eyes.

"Ma." Ervan looked at her mother. "Let the little one sleep with us. Poor thing, if he had to drink milk. Later, he'll go back to sleep with you."

"Yes, Ma. Later Sarah's milk, clumping. Sick," Sarah's timpal.

Mama seemed to think, it made sense to her too. He eventually relented, on condition that they should take turns sleeping with the little guy.

Breakfast drama, finally done too. After, kissing his son and wife, Ervan got in the car, with Tirta.

"You kissed her?" The first question Ervan heard, when the car engine was just turned on.

"It was just acting, you didn't see, my father and mother, watching us from the porch."

"Ohh, so you guys keep acting all day at home?" tirta asked again, as the car began to leave the gate of the house.

"Tirta, over time, you've been like Alan. So curious, about me."

Not answering anymore, Tirta focused again on the road ahead of him. It's still early in the morning, I don't know why it's this bad.

For about an hour, they were stuck on the highway. Both arrived at the company. Walk regardless of employees who say hello or just smile.

"What's my schedule?"

Ervan opened the document that was already on the table.

"Today, we're going to meet with the directors and the board of directors, regarding our export plan abroad."

"Hmm, okay." Reply without lifting your face. His eyes were busy reading the documents in front of him.

After they finished, they walked towards the meeting room that was already waiting for his arrival.

Long enough, the conversation happened. Moreover, each destination country has certain conditions about export food products.

Ervan re-entered his room and was of course still with Tirta. Inside the room, Alan sat on the sofa, accompanied by a cup of coffee that was still steamy.

"What are you doing here, Dr Alan?"

Ervan sat down to join in, as did Tirta who was always attached to her.

"I was bored and didn't know where to go. So, I came to visit you."

The reasons made-up, even though the look on his face, have been written if it has a certain purpose.

"I'm busy, don't bother me."

Ervan drinks Alan's coffee, without excuse. The owner of the coffee cup did not care. He closed his body, smiling meaningfully.

"Did something happen last night?"

And sure enough, that sentence finally came out. The sentence Ervan had expected earlier. This lonely man, wanting to gossip about his first night.

"Why are you two so curious?"

"No, we're not curious, just curious."

"Isn't that the same."

Ervan kept her seat away from Alan.

"Well, if you don't want to say it. Meaning, last night something happened and you're ashamed to admit it, aren't you?"

"Something what? Nothing happened. We're just sleeping."

That's what happened Ervan said, although there was actually a lot of drama going on that night.

"You guys just sleep? In the same blanket? I can't believe you didn't hug her."

"I don't believe it either," added Tirta. "this morning, he kissed Tamara's forehead." Tirta pointed at his forehead.

Alan was excited, very important information came out from Tirta's innocent mouth.

"Hahaha, you kissed her. Then, last night something must have happened."

Ervan gaped, not believing. Why should he have a gossip friend. If she was a woman, it might be natural for her. But, in front of him, a real man who claims to be a playboy but, lonely and unskilled.

So is Tirta, who is actually plain but somehow like contracting the nature of Alan.

"We're just pretending, 'cause there's my mom and dad."

Alan looked disappointed, then got back excited.

"If you're still pretending in the room?"

Alan raised one of his eyebrows, tempting Ervan to speak truthfully. He needs answers, in order to win a bet from Tirta.

"Alan, don't lure me. I'm sick of seeing your face. Rather than bothering me, you better go or find a girlfriend there."

Still won't confess, apparently. No, no. I have to win.

Ah, I know!!

"It looks like Tamara lied to me. Yeah, I'm gone."

Quickly call me, quick.

"What did he say?"

Alan smiled winning

Got you! Haha...

Laugh in my heart, but my face hasn't changed. As much as possible, maintain the mimic of his face.

"She said, last night you fucked her. Hugged it forcibly."

"What?" Ervan turns around, don't accept. "I didn't fuck it. I hugged her, but not intentionally. Because I'm asleep."

Hahaha, finally confessing too. Although, Ervan's answer has not satisfied Alan, but at least his best friend slowly there is progress.