CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 67. The story of three friends (2)

Go home from school, when the sun is over your head. The car that picked up Ervan and Alan drove, heading for a downtown shopping area.

The little young master was in serious mode. He didn't even bully Alan, who was babbling.

"That's, what, Alan?" point Ervan, at the cake box on her lap and some paper bags, under her feet.

"It's your bully, there's love, suan and all of you."

"Tomorrow, you and your little brother, share it."

Alan nodded in understanding. From tomorrow, he had to share all the food and items he got, with Tirta.

They have arrived. There's another car, parked there.

"Papa," call Ervan.

Alan bowed his head to the president and Ervan's father stroked her hair gently. She is distraught by Alan, who continues to follow her son.

"Come, come in." The president took the two children on his left and right side.

There, Tirta's mother sat down, with Tirta on her lap. The mother looked down with wet cheeks.

"This is my son. He said, he likes bread, made you." The president sat across the chair, with the two children flanking him.

"Thank you, young master. Really, I'm very grateful." Mother Tirta continued to cry. Somehow, he had to express his gratitude, other than words.

"My son, wants your child, goes to school and becomes his friend. That's also, if you agree."

Ervan looked at her father. Didn't just force him?

"Master. We are just little people and have nothing. How should we repay your kindness? Really am! We can give you nothing but kindness and sincerity."

"I want to, Tilta."

Zia gulped down her cold juice. For some reason, Tirta's story made her cry. Alan who noticed it, gave Zia tissue.

"You feel sorry for him?"

"I didn't expect, the road he was going through was very difficult."

"Tirta is a smart and genius. At that time, he was just silently watching us. But it turns out he was the same age as me. He can already, digest everything."

Well, Tirta back then, just mute. Look at them in turn. Then, his gaze focused on, Ervan and Alan.

"Thank you, Mister, young Master." Tirta is not slurred. He came down from his mother's lap, stood firm, and bowed his head.

Ervan smiles. Shifted to look at his father.

The president himself knew why his son wanted Tirta. He realized that his son was lonely and needed a playmate. At school, he had friends. But, none of them, attracted him.

His son is more mobbed, little girl. Sometimes he refused to go to school, even though he left, he would go home with hundreds of complaints and protests to his parents

Eventually, Alan arrives and gets him back to school as usual. In fact, Alan lives more in Ervan's house, than in his parents' house.

Tied up, the bond between the three. Ibu Tirta began to manage the bakery, giving the president. Even so, Tirta's mother insisted on renting the store, as the business went on. Tirta himself, will start school tomorrow with Ervan and Alan. The president has provided the needs of Tirta, ranging from clothes to school supplies. He also paid school fees until he graduated.

The next day, as usual, the driver and bodyguard would pick up Alan at his house. Then, continue the journey to pick up Tirta.

"Good morning, young master." Tirta lowered her head at Ervan. "Good morning, Mr. Alan."

He also bowed his head to Alan.

The two boys, laughing. Tirta was like an old man, who was similar to Ervan's father's secretary.

Tirta handed them bread made by his mother. As usual, Ervan and Alan accepted without hesitation. They got in the car, headed for school.

"Hey, hey, the dapper belbalis," Ervan ordered, which all the students in the class immediately greeted.

"Include, here, Tilta. He's my little brother and also my secretary."

All the disciples applauded, welcoming Tirta.

"Then, Alan, how?" One of the students asked.

"Alan, my two sisters and my doctel."

"Mahaha ....." Zia's voice filled the room. Perhaps, a five-year-old boy, has introduced his personal secretary and doctor.

Alan also laughed, as he recalled the moment. Though, it was just Ervan's words as a child, they should not have responded to it. But they take it seriously. Alan who did not want to become a doctor, because he saw the busyness of his parents, changed his mind.

He studied hard, and took lessons, even without being asked. Tirta, who is intelligent, also makes Ervan as his life goal. Secretary or whatever, that matters with Ervan.

Time keeps rolling, without feeling. Three friends, who promise to stay together, grow bigger.

After graduating from high school, they went on to high school. Because of his handsome face, the three of them had always been the center of attention. But, it was Ervan, who had always been an idol and Alan who had always been his shield.

Tirta himself, does not care about women. He has the same qualities as Ervan. He studied more, to get a scholarship.

In their graduation year, all three were grieved. Tirta's mother came home, in an accident.

Not only, Tirta was suffering from loss. But, all three. A mother, whom they consider to be a real mother. Mother who always gave bread and prepared food, every time they came.

"Mother, hyx, hyx." Tirta cried in the arms of her two best friends.

The President and the Madam, attended, even took care of the funeral of Tirta's mother.

After school, the three separated. Alan went on to study medicine abroad. Ervan who is a successor, must follow the education that has been prepared by both parents. Tirta himself, got a scholarship abroad to continue his education. Even so, they keep communicating.

"Well, your stories are like fairy tales." Zia was amazed. He looked at Alan, smiling.

"Then, when can you meet again?"

"I can still meet Ervan, at the end of each semester. But. Tirta no. He hasn't come home, for three years."

"He must be busy learning."

"really. He just focused on learning. That was, why he was so innocent and didn't know women."

"Well! What's?"

"Ah, it's okay. Haha, ...."

Alan laughed, trying to avoid awkwardness, because of his sloppy speech.

"After, that's what happened?"

"Well, after Ervan was appointed CEO, Tirta had finished his education. The president immediately made Tirta Ervan's secretary, because at first the chair, already belonged to Tirta."

"CEO is very cold from the look of his eyes and face. I didn't think he had angelic nature."

Well, the life-revoking angel, maybe.

She's good as an angel, but when her narcissist relapses, she's either what she's called. It sucks when he's showing off, and makes emotions, when he's nagging here and there, it's unclear. Worse, when he was angry and uncontrollable, the man smashed things, even if they were not his.