CRAZY CEO: Loving People's Wives

CHAPTER 15 (Bad Day for Andre)

Seeing the sadness of Naysila in front of the eyes, also made Andre's heart tightness.

Naysila is now an orphan. His father has returned to the bosom of the Almighty God.

Andre is also an orphan. She has not had a mother since she was a baby. But seeing Naysila's grim screams suffocated her entire body.

He was eager to embrace the fragile and frail body of the girl.

Hugging him gives strength.

Wanted to give her a word of comfort, so that Naysila could be strong and firm.

God's destiny has been determined. No matter how hard we refuse, all is His Will.

Andre really wanted to stand next to Nay. Become the most reliable person.

The delusion of sadness was carried away in a dream of sleeping in a hole.

Pile

Between pain, shock and embarrassment, Andre realized that he was still in a long fishing seat.

He slept for two hours. And the day seems to be nearing afternoon.

"What dream, lo, Tong?" ledek a father of anglers while lifting the fishing rod. The bait has been eaten and looks fish measuring half a kilo he has managed to get.

Andre rubbed his pant*t in pain.

He got up and hurried away.

The goal is to go home. Then the intention was to return to Naysila's house at night. To follow ta'ziah tahlilan his late father Naysila.

Andre opened his phone.

A lot of chat into the What'Appnya application.

There's a message from Wirda as well as Bianca.

And Andre is not eager to serve a naughty chat with the two beautiful girls.

Ojek online brought Andre home at five in the afternoon.

Warti seemed to be in a hurry to open the door for him.

"Den Andre wants to eat now?" tanyanya politely.

"Yes, Bi!" answer Andre.

"Well, Warti get ready!"

The teenager moved his eyes across the house. Looks lonely, even though the Papa just returned from the service outside the city.

"Everyone's gone, Den!"

It was like knowing the heart of his master's son.

Andre only let out a short sigh, then pursed his sensual lips with a cynical look.

They must be having fun without remembering me! Ck ck...

The food is ready at the table. Andre seemed satisfied with the cooking of his assistant who was always delicious.

"Thank you, Bi! Cuisine's great!" his praise made Warti smile in shame.

Andre went upstairs. He entered his room and threw his body down on the floor.

Then get back up and rush to open the closet.

Looking around for her cocoa and kopeah clothes, to wear later tonight after the Maghrib went to Naysila's house.

Andre also remembered his motorbike which had just been serviced by his home gardener.

He immediately ran into the back garage. His Ninja 250 motorcycle is parked gallantly. But... Suddenly he remembered something.

I'd be so proud if I went to Naysila's house on this bike! he muttered while patting his favorite motorcycle seat.

He stepped to the right a little. Towards the usual simple duck bike Warti and Dasri, the gardener takes it to the market or minimarket.

"Bi, Biii!"

"Yes, Den?"

"Which legend's motorcycle key?"

"That motor, Den?" warti asked a bit surprised to hear Andre ask the key of the butut bike.

"Yes!"

Warti gave a duck motor key that began to break down often because of inedible old age.

"It can still be worn by khan, right?"

"Servis now, say Mang Dasri!"

"Now?"

"Yes. I want to bring ntar abis maghrib!"

"Oh.yes, Den! Warti find Mang Dasri first!"

"Here, here's the money, Bi!"

Andre gave a hundred thousand three pieces of money. He wanted to go to Naysila's house on that bike alone.

He does not want to look flashy and make Naysila less respect. Plus the position of Nay's house is also in a densely populated area and minimal parking area. So he was a bit hesitant if his favorite motorcycle later scratched or lost taken people.

Andre also does not know the attitude and nature of Naysila, because they do not know each other.

For that Andre wants to see first the character and character of the beautiful girl who attracted his heart since meeting at first sight.

...........

Slowly moving time felt slow for Andre.

The Maghrib prayer rumbles, instead of going to worship but he dresses up optimally. With white cocoa made by famous desaigner Itang Yunaz combined with BHS Songket Gunung Lampung sarong fabric.

Not to forget the cozy watch and black skullcap decorated with gold lace on the edge.

The mountain joints that lined up in his place are now one by one Andre jajal. Until she was chosen the best one for her to wear that night.

The motor has been serviced, even Mang Dasri also brought it to the steam washing so it looks cool.

Andre immediately slid with a high level of confidence.

Lho? Why is the atmosphere of his house so quiet? Is there no evidence, this?

Andre felt in his heart.

"Excuse me, sir, ask a question! Mm... Her father Naysila died this morning. What, buried where? And what's the idea, sir?"

"Oh, Mr. Surya! Yes, he was taken by his relatives to Cilamaya. His funeral was in his birthplace. Until now do not know when to go home and when to know. The rented house is locked too, Deck!"

"Contract house?"

"Yes! Mr. Surya and Naysila are indeed contracted in this house. There's been a year more, maybe!"

"Oh that! Thank you, sir!"

"Is this the man who Naysila is?"

"Me, my schoolmate! This morning I saw Naysila grieving. So, I'm deliberately going to tell his father now."

"I think it's safe, son! Naysila also has a lot of bags! Looks like the kid's off school. Poor that kid! His mother left three years ago because of illness Mr. Surya who did not heal. And until now never came home. So they're just alone!"

Andre termangu's.

Miris once heard the sad life story of Naysila. Even more sad than Andre's life story.

He came home after thanking the father whose house was right next to Naysila's rented house.

Nay. It turns out you're a lot harder on her life than I am. But you also have an intelligent brain, just like me. May you be strong to accept this trial of life. I will definitely support you, Nay! I want to share my sorrow and suffering with you! Let's be together. To change our world to be beautiful!

Andre could only ponder along the way until suddenly...

Czechiiiite...

His duck motor almost toppled by a drag from the Yaris car in metallic red.

And someone from inside the car opened the window and shouted haughtily, scolding him. A beautiful, mature face, with both eyes framed by black glasses poking out from behind the car glass.

"Hey, if you bring the bike, don't be dumb! You think this is the street of your ancestors!?!"

Andre could only stroke the chest. Fortunately, he was in patient mode. So that it can hold its emotions that usually explode.

"Shhh...already! Santri's son is like!"

"Well, santri kek, want saint kek.gue does not care!"

"Eh, koq.it looks like his son Jeng Shernita!"

Well you!?! Damn*n... Meet socialite moms who are pretentious and push old! Hadeeh...!!!

Andre just kept quiet, he turned on his legendary duck motorbike. But it turned out to make it difficult because the old motorbike was bad apparently.

And.., someone pulled the leg of his arm.

"Leave the motorbike butut, let's ride with us!"

...SERIATE...