CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 63. Surprise at Alan's apartment

A week passed, quickly. Someone outside the city, is back. For a week, his phone broke so, he did not know the news about his two best friends. Although, sometimes he is curious, but has absolutely no intention to repair or buy a new phone. Casually, Alan parked his vehicle on the basement floor. His mind was filled with plans. Starting from, surprise Ervan and Tirta. Until, giving souvenirs to Sarah and the little one.

He arrived, in front of the apartment door. At first glance, nothing suspicious. He opens the door and this is where the weirdness begins.

"Why this? Is the door broken?"

Alan tried to open the door wide, but it was very difficult. Like, something's blocking behind him. The width of the door was only half open and he entered with great difficulty.

Both of Alan's eyes were bulging, his mouth was wide open. Here's why the door isn't wide open. Two sets of sofas, in the room, as well as a television screen. Alan rubbed his face rough. Whose actions are these? Make his house like a storage warehouse.

His surprise was not finished, as he stroked into the kitchen. Two sets of dining tables are in bed, plus a large-size refrigerator and other cooking utensils. Alan did not know he had to take a step, because there was no gap with the stuff stuck.

How he would cook, with stuff full in his kitchen.

Ervan, dammit! Let Alan. Only he was the only one who dared to do this in his home. Has he gone crazy and put this stuff in my house?

Irritated, Alan put down just like that, his suitcase. He's going to teach Ervan a lesson. Just yummy! He carried things at will, without permission from her.

Chequek. Door opens.

Alan. Her cousin had just woken up, when the sun had already risen. Her hair was cut and looked more beautiful.

"Sir Alan, is it coming?" he asked, riding on the sofa, to find a way to the kitchen.

"Who's carrying these things? Why don't you stop him?"

"A week ago, there were three people who came to deliver it. He said, from Zia's doctor." Cousin Alan, rubbing both eyes, while walking.

"Doctor Zia?" Alan furrowed his brows. Where could Zia do that? No way! This must be Ervan! Alan convinced his heart and mind.

"Are you sure this is from Dr Zia?" alan asked again, despite convincing his heart, but he still wanted to be sure.

"Really, Brother. That guy, who said it. He said, as an apology."

How ridiculous! Where anyone apologized, by giving this much stuff.

"Ah, yes. He said again, if Alan's brother objected. Please, meet him at the apartment, not at the hospital." Cousin Alan approached, taking out a piece of paper attached to the refrigerator door. "This is the address."

So, right, this is from Zia? But, why?

Alan turned the body. Get out of the apartment as soon as possible. He wanted to see Ervan, but his mind changed. He needs an explanation from Zia.

Before he went to the seminar. Alan has decided, to forget doctor Zia. He did not want to take the heart of the woman, who did not love him. Plus, the woman hated him for no reason. So, for what, he was wasting his time and energy, for something that had no results.

Alan's on his way, heading downtown. It's not straight to Zia's apartment. Except, to fix the phone.

"How long?"

"Two days, Brother. The screen broke."

"alright. Give me a new phone!"

Two days, a very long time for him to wait. Alan decided to buy a new phone, while waiting for his old phone to be serviced.

Finished, he drove back, towards Zia's apartment. As scheduled, the woman, will be in the night shift. He is probably still in the apartment.

Arrive at the intended place. Alan stared at the building, laughing discordantly afterwards. Stupid, very stupid! Apparently, Zia's apartment is in a building next to her apartment.

The fifth floor, muttered Alan, who was still laughing foolishly. He entered the elevator, putting together the opening line, when he met Zia. At the door, he repeated his words.

No, nervous, Alan! You've forgotten it. There are many women more beautiful than him."

Ceklek, the door is open. Alan, just pressed the bell.

Deg, deg, deg, don't beat fast, damn it! You never, ever, see a woman who just shampooed.

Alan turned his face away, while Zia looked at him with widened eyes. The woman ran into the room.

"Please come in."

Alan stepped up, without looking at Zia. He was busy cursing at his heart, which continued to beat violently.

Sitting on the couch, Alan tried to be calm.

"When are you back?" Zia was still shocked by Alan's sudden arrival. Moreover, the man, had stopped texting her.

"Just now and I'm straight here."

Zia looked blushing. He hid his face. He just came home and went straight to see her. Does he miss me? So, all this time, he was just pretending to be mad at me.

"Why?" tanyanya. He wanted Alan to reveal his heart.

"I want to ask you about the things you sent to my apartment. I don't need stuff like that, for an apology."

"Huh?" Baffled. Of course, Zia was confused. Not only that, the feeling that had flowered disappeared instantly, like being blown by the wind. "What stuff? I don't understand."

"Sofa, dining table, refrigerator, and tv screen. Uh. One more thing, cooking equipment. My apartment is full now. In fact, I can't even make my way to my kitchen, because the furniture is overcrowded."

Zia, knit her brows. Since when, he's been sending things to Alan. The address of his apartment, he did not know.

"I'm sorry, you're wrong. I never send stuff for you. Besides, I don't even know where you live."

Alan's surprised. Right, too. Zia had no idea where she lived. Then, who sent the goods, on behalf of Zia?

Ervans! Well, sure, the iceberg, it's. But, why? Wh-wh-what for?

"But they left your address" said Alan again, who has yet to get a bright spot.

"That's it. Let me see, those things. I'm also curious, who used my name to send it to you."

"alright. Come on!"

Both, step together. Get in the elevator and still talk about the same thing. Guessing each other, who did it.

Alan and Zia were already in the car. Alan was traveling at normal speed. Zia simply furrowed her brows, as Alan entered the building, next to her apartment.

"You live here?"

"Yes. You know, I was driving around looking for your apartment."

Laughing, the two walked into the elevator. Right at the door, Alan asked Zia to back off.

"Why?"

Alan did not answer. He was trying, opening the door wide open.

"Sorry, just this. Can you come in?"

Zia nodded, then tried to push her body in. Then Alan waited in line.

"It." Zia recognized this sofa and tv screen.

"Have you seen? These are the things I mean."

Zia did not answer. He went to the kitchen and saw the dining table and refrigerator there. Sure enough, all of this stuff is his.

"This is my stuff."

"Huh? Then?"

"These things, I left in the house that belonged to the CEO's wife's parents."

Fuck, fucking Ervan!