Chairperson of Osis Vs Class Chair
APARTMENTS
Rangga's hands clenched perfectly when there was another man who liked his wife brightly. Rangga is ready to give a bogeman but he waits before explaining Nayara's status to Dhika, the bar-bar guy who often makes Nayara exasperated half to death.
"Nayara is my wife, and I want you to remove and bury your feelings deeply Nayara. Because he's all mine!" Cold Rangga reversing body.
"What?! Nayara lo's wife? Hahaha don't dream, Nayara's a hard girl to scare." Dhika laughed miris.
"It's up to you, and yesterday when she was in the hospital she miscarried and lost our first baby." Said Rangga regretfully then left Dhika's apartment.
This semiris? This reality was even more bitter than being rejected when expressing feelings with the adoring girl. In fact, this apartment became a silent witness to change its name to the apartment! ~Dhika
Dhika fell to her feet and then punched the wall of the apartment hard until her hands peeled off and bled. Dhika shuffles her hair in frustration when she remembers Nay's smile fading away when she realizes that Nay has lost her baby. Although Dhika hates Rangga, Dhika can't see Nay getting hurt either. He's happy if Nayara's happy.
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The days have passed, seven years is not a fairly short time for Rangga without the presence of Nay. A beautiful girl with a million charms that can attract Rangga into her colorful life is now increasingly disappearing and replaced with silence and pain. The loss of the first baby and his beloved wife is the greatest ordeal for a Rangga Putra Pramadya.
The countries in the world have gone through Rangga with the same goal, looking for a soulmate who was carried away by a beautiful girl who had its own effects. Rangga who is now Rangga full of authority and became the official CEO of PTR Company in several countries.
The handsome man wearing sunglasses got off the plane with a sigh, this is the 8th country after the UK. He stepped on his foot and stopped at the beach near the airport.
"I wish I could find you." Murmured Rangga took off his sunglasses.
"Excuse me, are you Indonesian?" Someone patted Rangga's shoulder making the handsome man turn his head.
"It's okay, I'm also an Indonesian. I don't have many friends here, and when I see you, I'm a little interested." The man said with a smile.
"You're not turning a bow, are you?" Rangga Cibir.
"God, I'm not interested that way. Let's introduce, my name is Steve." Said the man hand.
"Ladders." Briefly Rangga returned Steve's hand.
Rangga and Steve sat and chatted casually on the sand of the beach. Rangga smiled when he got to know Steve who looked fun and fine to tell a grouchy story. While Steve himself saw a deep sadness in Rangga's eyes.
"Hey, are you ok?" Steve said to wave his hand.
"Hemm. I'm fine, thank you." Brief Rangga.
"What's wrong? stories are. I saw the murat of sadness and deep sadness hehehe.. You are single?" Temptation Steve.
"No, I'm married and...
Steve was impatient with the continuation of Rangga's story, the man was upset when Rangga hung up his story. Steve himself is a person who is chatty and likes new things. Including the interesting life of Rangga.
"Hurry up!" Upset Steve
