CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 55. All because of Ervan.

Night came, exactly seven o'clock. Alan is in the parking lot of a fancy restaurant. Honestly, I don't know why he's here. The fucking guy who called all of a sudden, told him to meet somebody, I don't know who. Ervan just said that it would make him fly and dance. Am I crazy, got to dance? He muttered, who then entered.

No, there are no visitors. Looks like, the ice cube head, is reserving all over the place. The waiter, who was waiting, greeted him.

"Mr Ervan?"

"Hm."

"Please come, me."

From far away, there was a woman, sitting on her back in a shimmering red dress, her hair straight, until her face was invisible. Alan paused for a moment, paying attention.

"The fuck, telling me to go see a woman? Did he make me a tumblr?" objurgation,

"Master?" The waiter looked at him, because he never stepped.

"You guys just get ready. I need to go to the toilet."

"All right."

Alan turned left, passed a few seats. His hand was already holding the phone, which was waiting for someone to pick up the phone.

"Why? You want to thank me?" laughter, sounds. As if I was proud of what he did.

"Thank you, your head! You sent me just to replace you, make me fall," Alan said.

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about?" The voice behind the phone, screaming along. "Have you met? Why are you angry? Should have been, you thanked. Quickly finish, don't be a coward."

"Wickedy said? Whatchu mean? Hello, hello...."

The connection has been cut off. Alan clucked in annoyance. Yeah, already. Since it's already gone, he'll just have dinner. Closing his ears, from all the words of the woman later.

Slowly, he approached the table. The woman, looking at her watch. He seems tired of waiting.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

Their eyes are locked on each other. Silent for a moment. Zia instantly got up, with a sharp look in her eyes. I can't believe who invited him to dinner. The man she was not expecting.

"You!"

"Doctor Zia!"

"Curtain!" Zia sneered, grabbed her bag, was about to leave.

"Wait!" Alan took his hand. "Listen to me. I don't know at all, about this."

"You want to pretend?" He threw Alan's hand firmly. "I'm not a woman, a thirst for romance."

Not accepting, Alan let loose his hand.

"really? What are you doing here if you don't like romance? Are you expecting a man who already has an owner?"

Zia's steps stopped. Highlight his eyes locked, with tightly clenched hands. He was expecting Ervan to come, even dressed for her. But, for some reason, Alan's words, greatly offended him. He did not accept it at all, when that was the reality.

"So your mouth!"

"Why? Isn't that the truth? The way you dress up, which is not as usual. Proves everything. Am I wrong?"

Zia was silent, Alan's words were very painful. His chest rumbled violently, restraining his anger.

"I like you. Because, I think, your cold and indifferent attitude, makes you different, from others. Apparently, you're the same! In fact, it's worse." Continue Alan.

Plaque.

Finally, Zia's hand landed on Alan's face. From then on, he had been holding her.

"That's enough!" zia said, "You think you're a better man than me. You're just as bad. Seduce, enslave love everywhere and give false hope."

"I did seduce and wrestle them. But, I never expressed love to anyone. Except, that woman means something different than the way I treat her."

"You think I'll just believe it?"

"Whatever. Ask her, the woman who instigated and made you hate me. Did I ever express feelings to her? If he's the one who said it first and I refuse, it's true."

Zia silent a thousand languages. He could not reply, Alan said that made him cornered.

For some reason, his heart felt very sick. In fact, I feel like a very bad woman.

Zia sat down, finished her glass of juice. Meanwhile, the waiters who came to serve the main dish, fell silent on the spot. They were confused, because the woman was sitting down, with tears dripping down.

Parked. Alan hit the car's steering wheel, many times, while swearing. Actually, he had absolutely no intention of, insulting Zia. But, for some reason, that sentence escaped from his mouth.

"Good night, doctor Zia."

Zia turned her head, two figures came over. One of them, was the man she had expected so much.

"Good night."

"Sorry, we are late, because there is an urgent matter" Tirta explained.

Zia dumbfounded. What's the matter? Her thought. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding.

Ervan and Tirta had already sat down and the waiter was confused. Finally, serve the main menu.

"Where's Alan? Didn't he come?" ask Ervan.

Meanwhile, Zia was silent, being confused by the present situation.

"Doctor Zia," call Tirta. "We asked Alan, to accompany you for a moment. Because we suddenly have some business."

Zia is still silent. So, he had misunderstood, to Alan. In fact, not giving the man a chance, to speak.

"Where is he? Did he come home first?" ervan said in a high tone, out of annoyance.

"It's okay. Let's just start," Tirta said. "Doctor Zia, so our intention is to inquire about your decision."

"Well!" Being unfocused, Zia did not hear Tirta's words at all. "Ah, sorry. I was thinking about something else. Tell you what, sir. I'm really sorry. How about we talk about it next time? I'll meet you, later. Please forgive me."

"All right, it's okay. Let's just have dinner." Ervan drew a thin smile, which was invisible.

"No need, Sir. Excuse me first. Sorry, I'm really sorry."

Ervan just nodded, letting Zia move, leaving the table.

"Where is that fool? I had a hard time arranging for him. He fucked it up."

Difficult where? Tirta Mumbles. In fact, he did it alone. Meanwhile, the man who is alone ngaku-ngaku, just rule only.

"He's still parked."

"Curtain! Call her. Get here!"

Tirta hacked his cell phone. It's connected, but Alan didn't pick it up.

"Not lifted."

"Sad. He's on strike. Pouting for attention like a child."

Conscious, Sir. Please be self-conscious, it seems, you are cursing yourself. Tirta, keep answering Ervan inwardly.

"We eat, I'm hungry."

"Yes, I've."

The two, finally enjoy dinner, which is supposed to be a romantic dinner belonging to Alan and Zia.

A few hours ago, after Alan called Ervan. That pris, has a bad feeling. Looks like the planned dinner will fall apart. And sure enough, when they arrived. From a distance, it was already seen the quarrel of the two. In fact, Ervan who saw Alan get a slap, berated his best friend, who was stupid for not knowing how to treat women.

In fact, he himself had experienced it, but did not want to confess. And pretentious, being the most knowledgeable about women.

"That idiot, say what, got slapped?" Cut it into pieces, then stab it with a fork. Hap!!

"That's it," replied Tirta, who was busy chewing.

"absolutely stupid. To express the heart is very difficult. You big shit!"

Really, not self-conscious. In fact, he's worse. Very bad! Want Tirta, cursing the man in front of her. Unconscious and arrogant, as if he had never experienced it.