First Love of the CEO

First Love of the CEO
This miss is killing me




Pov: Jack


"I want us to meet." a message from Syaif I received.


Tumben, he wants to meet, his style is already a teenager cake again dating.


"Can, where?" i repay.


"In the usual cafe. I'll wait eight o'clock."


"Yes." I returned the message.


only two ticks do not turn blue, the sign is that Syaif no longer reads it.


It's strange!


He's the one who asked me to meet but he's the one who ignored me.


This guy is hard to guess, but Zee looks comfortable nearby.


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At eight o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the cafe, and Syaif had been sitting on a chair with a cup of coffee.


His face looked tense, I wonder, what is this?


"Hi bro!" I greeted him.


We shook hands, Syaif smiled half cynically.


I'm not feeling good, we were okay yesterday.


Today his face looks so tense.


"What's up, Bro?" I'm trying to calm down.


"Just go straight to the core of our meeting," he took a heavy breath.


"What the hell is that? I don't know what you want to talk about, what about work or ...?"


"About Zee, what did you do to him?" The man's jaw is hardened. It seems he is holding back emotions.


"Zed, what's wrong with Zedku? She's sick, If?" I am starting to wonder now.


Worrying when she mentioned the name of my heart's lover.


"Yes, Zee is sick, hurt, she's depressed about your attitude." Syaif looks at me.


"Hurt heart? Why heartache, who would dare to hurt my lover?"


"still nanya? What hurt Zee was you, Jack, you!" snapped it.


I flinched, surprised Syaif can be as rough.


"Okay, I haven't contacted him in a long time but I'm all doing it to avoid feeling guilty about my departure from home."


I continued, "Zee is sensitive, he will feel guilty, and depressed when she found out I ran away from home and now live on the streets with no money and all the amenities of my parents."


I explained everything to Syaif. So that he understands what is really going on.


Should I tell you if we still communicate by e-mail and often make love online to her?


"Tell me, what you told Zee, I don't want anything bad to happen to him."


"Jack, I love her, more than my love for myself. Zed's meaning to me is breath, he's my life. If he's hurt then I'll feel even more pain."


Syaif.


"If it wasn't for you, then what made her grieve, Jack?"


I can't answer that.


I'm sorry, Zed, if you haven't been able to please me all this time, but look, I'm going to keep trying, with or without Daddy I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world.


"I'm sorry, If, I can't make your best friend happy" I said flatly.


"Jack, if you can make Zee happy, I trust him with you, but if you just want to hurt him, get out of his life, before I end your life" she said.


He left me stunned. Shayf, does Zedku mean so much to you?


Do you love him too? Just like the taste I felt for her? Not willing if the sweet girl was hurt.


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Pov: Yes


"Hi, honey how are you?"


I can't believe Jack suddenly sent me a message after a long time of not doing it.


"I'm fine." I retaliated.


"Don't you miss me, Honey?"



Miss, do you know what it means to miss Jack? That longing tormented me, that longing became a chest-stifling shackle.


I'm almost crazy, Jack, crazy with longing, what else when I know I'm the only one who misses you, and you're not at all. That's Jack's pain, sick.


Do you know I can't close my eyes because of the longing that crazes you. And now you're asking me that?


Lordy! That's that cool of you?


"Honey, are you there?"


"Yes, I'm here, I'm fine." I reply back.


"Zed, you seem to be thinking a lot, what's wrong? Tell me."


God, do you know Jack, you're the one who broke my mood like this. And you're still asking why?


It feels like I want to end this chat immediately, what else when I think back to how mrsra and bawdy the contents of Chat Jack and Kak Dilara at that time.


What am I supposed to do? Should I ask him this?


Just understand me this once, Jack, I'm sick I'm jealous of you.


Connect, Guys! Don't forget to be disakreb, stay in the trail, let Author spirit!



Photo by: Shopia Baequni