First Love of the CEO

Back on His Way

Pov: Yes

Three minutes later the atmosphere was quiet, I heard nothing. My heart's growing uneasy, what happened to Mr. Jeremmy.

With the courage I had left I opened the car door.

None of the bandits were visible, apparently they had escaped, not long before I heard the roar of the vehicle.

Maybe they started leaving the location after getting what they asked of Jack's father.

"Sir!" i'm yelling.

The figure sat with his back leaning against a large tree on the side of the road.

He turned his eyes to me.

"Thank you, God!" he got up and hugged me.

My body was stiff, which part it could be, a Jeremmy Nichol hugged the body of Zee, the girl who was very desirable to stay away from her son.

"Mr okay?" I asked, after she let go of her embrace.

"As you can see, Zed! How are you, still in shock?

"I'm fine, sir, but I'm worried about you."

"Don't worry about me Zed, I'm a man, should give protection and comfort to the woman by my side." she smiled sweetly.

I'm nodding.

Ah, the words are very similar to what Jack often said, maybe true, Jack adapted all the behavior of his father.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you miss my son?"

I did not answer, I immediately turned my face so that the man did not see the glitter of the light and look of my face.

"It looks like tonight we have to spend the night here, my car's tires are flat, I don't have spare tires,"

"It's okay sir, it's two in the morning, it's coming soon."

"We're back in the car for a break and I'm gonna let the client know we're gonna be late."

"Okay sir, but I'm allowed to pray first, soon the time is up."

"Do you have any water for sanctification?"

"There's only to drink sir!"

"Then how can you pray?" he looked at me in wonder.

"I could have a dream, sir" I replied.

"Can you?"

"God willing."

Immediately I took my face from the bag I was carrying, the prayer clothes never went away wherever I went, in the office there was a comfortable and clean mosque, and equipped with a mukena that maintained cleanliness.

Kak Laras is quite overprotected on the cleanliness of the mushola, he was diligent in worship, but I am not comfortable if I have to wear the face of others. So wherever I go, this thing always comes with me.

Mr. Jeremmy kept following my movements, watching me stayammum and pray. Even until I pray.

"Oh, do you want to pray too? That means the father is a Muslim, I didn't think so" I shut my mouth.

This time it was a mistake. Ooh Zee, this sensitive thing must be Mr. Jeremmy angry big.

"Sorry sir, I I didn't accidentally," I lowered my head, not daring to look at my boss's face.

"We are Muslims, Jack's mother is also a Muslimah, of Turkish descent, but it's only natural that you think we are non-Muslims, because all this time we rarely run a routine that smells religious." Mr. Jeremmy took a deep breath.

"Yes, if you want to pray, I teach tayammumnya."

Mr. Jeremmy nodded. Then Khusuk followed what I exemplified.

I was stunned to see the man kowtowing for a long time, in the end of his prayer he sounded sobbing. Just the words "Ampuni servant O Allah!" which could be heard from his mouth.

I stand in peace, behind him, in the forest and in his soles tonight as a witness to the return of a man before his Lord.

A man who has a million powers in his big company, a man who is respected, respected, even all the words that come out of his mouth can not be denied by his subordinates.

Now the man rests before You, O God, accept His repentance, help him to find a way back to You.

I assure all his prayers, prayers for his efforts, prayers for his forgiveness, prayers for the welfare of his extended family.

Not to forget I heard him mention Jack Nichol's name, "Give inner born health to my son and wife, O God."

Lord of the Worlds, you are the Rejector of the heart of man.

"Thank you, Zed!" he stuck out the folded prayer mat, I accepted it.

After that, he extended his hand. I accepted with a tremble.

For the first time I kissed that sturdy hand.

Only God knows how great a rumble in my chest is when the back of his hand touches my lips. Until tears fell there.

"I'm sorry for all my mistakes to you." her eyes dimmed.

"Nobody should be forgiven sir" I said slowly.

"You and Jack were victims of my greed all along."

"But I'm grateful you let me work in your office."

"That's your right, you have the credibility and the capacity for it, I love your work. Zed's."

"Thank you sir."

"Let's get in the car, get some rest, in the morning."

We walked to the car to rest.

Time goes on, until there arrives an officer car that will change the tires of Mr. Jeremmy's car.

The look on his face gradually changed, the friendly looking prayer greeted the workers, Even after settling down, the man gave a pretty decent tip.

Now I began to see how much this man has a good side, it is natural that he is firm, disciplined, and never discriminates employees in terms of work, working with the heart, he said, that's probably what makes it this successful.

Jack! I'm proud of your father. But not to you.

Seriate.