CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapter 72. Storms

A quiet morning. Two people are still asleep in the blanket, hugging each other. The coldness of the air, made the two reluctant to wake up. Moreover, the tiredness of the rest of the body overnight, making both eyes still tightly closed.

Tok to tok.

Knock the door many times, sounding demanding. Continuous call sounds, as if urgent.

"What the hell! What time is it?" Ervan opened the door lazily. His eyes were still unwilling to open wide.

"Wake up! Meet Mom and Dad."

"I'm up. Where are we going?" Vaporized a few times.

"Tirta fucked a girl."

"WHAT??" Ervan screeched, then then laughed discordantly. "Tirta fucked a girl? Hahahaha, that's so funny!"

Plaque.

Ervan stroked his head.

"Prepare now!!"

Mama's leaving soon.

This morning, he was surprised by a phone call from Alan's parents. Mama and Izzam are still collecting lives, jumped up.

Ervan closed the door again. Snatched his phone over the nightstand. Contacting Tirta, for confirmation with shocking but untrustworthy news.

"It's still dark. What's up?" A hoarse voice answered far away there.

"Are you fucking a girl?"

"In the morning, you call just to ask silly questions. Already, I'm going to sleep."

Tut's. Ervan looked at his phone. Well, right, Tirta couldn't have done that. But, he wondered, who was that woman who was confessing to me?

"Why baby?" A soft voice, spread Ervan's mind.

"Oh, my queen, dear. Sleep again, dad. Puk, puk." pat Sarah's arm gently.

"What the hell!" Sarah's risen. "I heard Mama's voice. Did something happen?"

"Either. Mama said, Tirta fucked a girl."

Sarah nodded, then laughed with her husband. Look, Sarah too, don't believe it.

"You want to come baby, maybe there's a show, hihihi."

"Follow, come," replied Sarah enthusiastically. I don't know why the case of Tirta, makes him excited and curious.

Both of them, go in the bathroom. Take a bath together, which Ervan says will shorten the time. And it's clear what's going to happen in there. Not shorten the time, instead spend the time.

Mama and Papa are ready, at the dinner table for breakfast. They started, without waiting for their son and daughter-in-law. They're going to meet Alinna, ask for an explanation first. Because they, they cannot immediately, believe it. For Tirta, maybe they can meet, afterwards.

Ervan and sarah, already sitting together, for breakfast together. Before descending, the two entered the room of the little one, who was still sleeping, accompanied by the nanny.

"Sarah, you want to come?"

"Yes, Ma."

"Sarah, curious. Who's the woman who's nagging me? Tirta is impossible, do stupid things. He's not interested in girls."

"Oh, really?" Mama put down her spoon and fork. "Didn't you have the same nature? Not interested in women? Turns out, my granddaughter was born out there!"

Ervan chokes. His words turned out to be a boomerang for him.

"Ma, don't link to me. It has nothing to do with."

"Who said there wasn't? You used to be like that. Taken here and there, not interested. Apparently, you've planted a seed and don't remember it. Brash kid! Quick eat! Mama's gonna pick up Tirta, later."

Ervan glanced at the wife who was holding a smile. Hmh! Not not to remember. How do I know I'm good at printing kids. Hohoho, once, it works! Angry and praising yourself.

Ervan is sitting behind the wheel, this morning he will drive for his family. Mom and Dad were sitting in the back seat.

"To Alan's apartment" Papa said.

"Why go there? Shouldn't we go to Tirta?"

"Here, walk there, Van. Why do you keep asking?" My mother interrupted me, impatiently.

They walked together, with quick steps in the elevator. Mom and Dad, I can't wait to arrive.

Ervan still kept asking the same question. Why should we come here? What does this have to do with Alan? Instead, it got an answer, Mama and papa, just asking him to shut up and not ask much.

"They treated me, like a child," he grumbled, with pursed lips. Ask to be noticed by the wife.

Upstairs, Alan's apartment. A man who knows nothing at all. This morning, as usual, he'll call her with his girlfriend. I don't know what he said and listened to, until he had to roll around with an unclear smile.

Brakes.

Alan jumped, dropping his phone. He was furious, but when he looked his guts had shrunk.

"Mom, dad. You guys coming this early?" he asked with a confused face. His parents came suddenly in the morning blind, without notice.

"Basic, stupid boy. We put your sister away, but you can't take care of her!"

Alan's mother had already hit her son, mercilessly.

"Mothers. Stop that!" Alan covered his face. "What's this about? I don't understand!"

The apartment bell rings.

"Take a look at you, later!" She turned around, to open the door.

Actually, what's going on? Alan was confused. Look at the father, ask for an explanation. But, I just stared in disappointment.

"Please, go to the president, ma'am."

Alan ran towards the middle room. President, madam, for what a husband and wife came. Actually, what's going on in her house? As the owner, the house he really did not understand.

"Van," call Alan. Why did the iceberg come, bring his wife?

Ervan shrugged, which meant that he also knew nothing.

"Thank you, the president and the lady, for coming" said Alan's father, who felt bad.

"It's okay. Tirta is like our son."

A tirta? Alan blank's. Why talk about Tirta at home? What does this have to do with her parents? The more I think, the more stress.

"Now, call your daughter. We want to hear the story directly."

Waitaminute! Alan is, understand. The source of the problem, it turns out his sister.

"Attent. Mom, dad, president." Alan is sitting. He has to get everything straight, before it's too late.

"Wait, what else?" mom snapped, "Your friend fucked your sister and you're still defending your best friend."

"Sister?" Ervan opened her voice, with a confused tone. "Aren't you, your sister's still a Kindergarten?"

Plaque.

Izzam pinned Ervan's head. "What year are your memories?"

Messed up. Ervan messed up the atmosphere with her confusion.

Alinna was out, after mom called her. Alan looked at the younger brother, with stifled anger. Really, this is so embarrassing. He knew, his sister's nature was vindictive and would avenge Tirta. But, really, he didn't think, Alin would think so far.

"Is it right, Tirta did something bad to you?" Izzam asked calmly.

Alin nodded weakly. His face was puffy, as if he kept crying last night.

"Well, you're a big boy. Though, yesterday you were still kindergarten and playing sand, hahahaha."

Everyone looked at Ervan. The situation was chaotic, he was still at times, recalling the unimportant past.

"Van," Sarah scolds.

Izzam turned his head to look at Alan, asking him to speak. He could not believe, one side only.

"Tirta, bring Alin in his apartment." Mother and father, flinched, wide-eyed at his son who was not very good at guarding their daughter. "Tirta, just save Alinna, ma'am. Mom's daughter, she's going to the club in an open shirt."

All eyes, now on Alinna. The little girl, stay calm.

"Sir Tirta, fucked me in her apartment."

"WHAT??"