CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapters. 48. Sincere or do you want it?

The afternoon seemed lonely. Usually, the wives would welcome their arrival. Moreover, Mama, who was already smiling from a distance.

But, there was only a servant who welcomed them. Two queens, in the house undetected.

Izzam and Ervan walked into the house. Ervan watched the father. His hands were full of a parcel and a bouquet of flowers.

"Where's my wife?" izzam asked the butler, for not finding the wife in the room.

"Madam and young lady, go shopping."

Yes, yes, it turned out that the two women, were shopping to throw off the resentment and anger.

Ervan walked up the stairs to her room. The next minute, he ran down.

"Why is my room locked?" Ervan approached the butler, who was still standing before his father.

"Say, young lady. Young master cannot enter the room. So, use the next room. There's already clothes, you're in the closet."

"Maha....." Izzam laughed with satisfaction. Laughing at the fate of his son. He is still better, because coming home later, the wife will hug him.

Well, Izzam has prepared a bouquet of roses, diamond rings and other jewelry. Meanwhile, his son came, only empty-handed.

"Pa, give me the jewelry." Ervan raised her hand.

"What, anyway! It belongs, Mama. That's why you're a little sensitive to being a man. Hahahaha, .. It's good to sleep outside."

Papa laughed again after, mocking his son. He walked into the room, humming.

Ervan didn't stay silent, grabbed her phone calling the secretary. Always on standby every necessary, even in urgent circumstances.

"Buy me a bouquet of flowers."

"What flowers?" The one behind the phone asked in a lazy manner. He thinks what's the problem.

"What flowers, dad?" Ervan was silent for a moment, then asked again. "What do you think Sarah loves flowers?"

"Indeed, I know. She's your wife!"

Tut's.

Connection interrupted, suddenly. Tirta was emotional, he was still on the road, having escorted her. Now the boss, asking for a flower that he himself did not know.

"Basic, it's brave, you well, Tirta!"

Ervan did not give up. He called Alan, a friend who he said was a playboy, but at this time, not yet a practice.

"I'm busy, call later."

The connection just broke off. In fact, Ervan had not said anything.

He's upset not playing. Ruffling her hair was frustrating. He is married and has children, but ironically, does not know what his favorite wife is.

"I have to give him, what, dad!"

"Sleep outside, sleep outside." Izzam whispered like a ghost, in his son's ear.

Aaaa!!!

"Papa, just be surprised!" Ervan jumped.

Izzam laughed, after successfully pranking his son.

"Sleep outside, sleep outside!" repeat the sentence before leaving.

Ervan is getting riled up, plus the time is getting stuck.

"Make a surprise, young master. Young lady, love cheese cake."

The butler, said as he passed. Ervan gawking, what's the matter, with these people?"

But, have no choice. He ran to the kitchen, told the chef, to make a cake.

Cake business is done, and it will be ready, at dinner. He just waited and began to string together the sentences, which he had just learned from the internet.

Shower already, get dressed. He was in the room, with a pounding heart. Looking at the collar outside from the window, Mama's car just entered the yard. He detected the whereabouts of his wife.

Whoa!!!

Ervan is stunned, beautiful and graceful. His sight, not out of it. Dres with knee length and chest slightly open. Beautiful, the word slid free from her mouth.

Ervan sat down on the bed. Waiting for the sound of shoes to walk towards the room.

"Ah, why so long?"

Very impatient, when Sarah and mother just entered the house. He stuck his ear to the door, detecting the sound.

There ain't!

Not wanting to wait, Ervan exited the room. Reason misses his son, will be a powerful weapon.

Yeah, just like that! Ervan muttered, with footsteps climbing the stairs.

"Papa's son, where's my dear?" Ervan carried her son, from the hands of the nanny. He kisses here and there, but his eyes go the other way.

"Father,"

"Yes, yes, Papa misses too."

From the room, Izzam joined, tired of waiting in the room.

"Ma." Land a warm hug, then give a bouquet of flowers.

The hum!!

Sandra threw away her face, but her hand received a bouquet of flowers.

"Ma, we're going to the room, yeah. Anybody, you want papa, tell me?"

Again, women who are indifferent, but need it, do not directly comply. The husband's appeal is still lacking, he said. He wants to be persuaded again.

"My darling, my beauty, my sweetness. My most beautiful wife in the world, ...."

"Mahaha ....." Ervan frayed. Just this time, he saw his father wooing his mother. Very cute and impressed like a land crocodile.

"Shut up!" Papa looked over and snapped at his son. Then he returned, smiling as he looked at his wife.

"We're going to the room, Dad!" Back to seduce, with a face like a kitten.

Sandra who is still indifferent need, come along when her body is embraced by the husband. Go in the room.

"Darling, did you lock the room?" Ervan is advancing, step by step. Smile, as if she wanted.

"Yes, you're sleeping in the next room."

Sarah walked up the stairs. Ervan follows, having given her son to a nanny.

"But, why?" Stripping the wife's steps.

"Because my balloon is small and that woman's is very big." Putting aside the body of the husband, and then opening the door of the room.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Walk in the room and lock the door.

"What do you want?" panic Sarah.

"Prove, if your balloon is not small." evil laugh, when the wife's panic face, looks funny in her eyes.

"Get out or I'll kick you!"

"I was just kidding. Sarah you're my wife. Ii'm sorry. At that time, I wasn't serious."

Quickly, Ervan hugged tightly. Not giving Sarah any room to refuse.

"Take me off, Van. I can't breathe."

"Jawab, I was!"

"OK, okay. I forgave you. Now, let go, me!"

"You didn't mean it."

"I'm seriously forgiving you."

A hug is released, replaced with a kiss. Sarah was shocked, but did not refuse. He let the husband do his thing.

Well, the apology continues on the bed. Ervan did not let go of his wife, let alone for too long, he did not take away his rights.

In a different room, the jewelry was in the hands of the wife. Her lips were still pursed, pretending not to like her.

"Mama, don't like it?" Ask, even though you already know the answer.

"No!" resounding.

"Then, Papa give it back!" Izzam was going to take the jewelry back.

"Don't! It's Mama's."

Izzam held back a laugh, which almost exploded.

"So, Mama forgave papa, right?"

"Is he sincere or does he want to?" cynically.

"Full father, Ma. The vow. Forgive Papa, Dad." Whining like a baby.

Finally, the apology show was over as well. The jewelry was already in the closet and Izzam could hug his wife.

Outside, the chefs were busy making cakes. The truth is, there is no need anymore, because the one giving the order, is flowering in the room