Love The Ex-Cassanova

Eps 1's

“Ma... Mama how are you there? Sorry Angga Ma just got here. May your mother be happy there. Sorry Angga has not had time to make Mama” happy said Angga who was sitting crouching on a tombstone while sprinkling flowers.

Since the death of his mother a year ago, almost every week Angga always come to the tomb of the mother to simply ask for news while sprinkling flowers.

However, lately almost two months he did not have time to come to his mother's grave because of so dense work in the office. and today at lunchtime he took the time to visit his mother's grave.

“ehm... sorry Sir, soon you will have a meeting” said Mario the personal assistant.

Without answering Mario's words, Angga immediately moved from his seat while rubbing both corners of his eyes that let out a few tears. Then he stepped into the car, followed by Mario.

Mario could only sigh slowly. He has been used to the cold nature of the boss since he first worked as a personal assistant Angga one year ago. Mario realizes that his boss is actually a good person. Maybe because of his personal past, to make an Angga like today. Cold and untouched.

Mario quickly steps up ahead of Angga to open the car door. After Angga got in and sat in the back seat of the car, Mario immediately entered and drove his car to return to the office.

On the way, Mario sees a clock that circles on

his wrist. It was 30 minutes before the meeting. He knew that Angga had not had lunch. Because since the break, he drove Angga to the tomb.

“sorry sir, you haven't had lunch. Would you like to eat out?”

“just go to the office” Angga replied briefly.

A while later, Angga had arrived at the office.he immediately entered his room first before going to the meeting room. And Mario faithfully followed his master's footsteps.

Angga sat for a while, then opened the drawer on his desk. He took a picture that was in a small pigora. He stared for a while at the photo and then put it back in the drawer.

“what Master I ordered du-“ lunch

“ayo we go to the meeting room now” said Angga cut off the word Mario who was about to offer lunch.

Again Mario can only sigh slowly.

He hasn't had lunch yet either. But how else, the boss could have missed his lunch. Luckily Mario is the one who can resist hunger the most.

Angga walks into the meeting room followed by Mario behind him. Inside there was already a beautiful woman who had been waiting for the arrival of Angga. She is Laura.

Actually the client who will meet with Angga is Mr. Wilson. But somehow that is present every time there is a meeting is not Mr. Wilson himself but his only daughter, Laura.

Angga seemed to understand the intention of Mr. Wilson who always represented his daughter for meetings because he wanted to bring Laura closer to him.

Although Laura is a very beautiful woman, friendly, and has perfect body goals, but somehow Angga is not interested in Laura at all. Because in his heart until now there is still the name of someone he loves very much.

“good afternoon Mr. Angga” greet Laura with a smile

“good afternoon. Let's start the meeting now. Faster better” replied Angga flat. And that makes the face of the aura that was bright changed bleak. But she still managed to show her sweet smile.

“sorry Mr. Angga, can you take your time just to have a coffee. Because there is still something that I do not understand too much”

“sorry miss, if you still do not understand, you can ask Mario my personal assistant” as soon as Mario widens his eyes confused by the intentions of his superiors.

Actually Mario knows that his client is having a taste with his boss.

Getting such an answer from Angga made laura become disappointed.

“maybe later tonight we can go out for dinner?” tawar Laura who is still trying to get the sympathy of Angga.

“sorry once again miss, I am very busy” Angga saw the disappointed face of Laura, she felt guilty.

“ehm.. maybe next time if I have time” Angga said later. And it was able to turn Laura's face back bright.

“thank you Mr. Angga”

Now Angga out of the meeting room followed by Mario after inviting Laura to go home first.

“we eat out now” said Angga suddenly and only beheaded by Mario.

Angga knew that there were no more meetings, so he decided to have lunch outside. Although it's too late. He also didn't spare it on Mario who let him not have lunch.

Currently Angga and Mario are sitting together at a restaurant not far from the office. There is no conversation between the two. Angga is busy with his phone while Mario is busy with his thoughts. I don't know what I'm thinking right now. But for sure he was used to this situation while accompanying Angga to eat outside.

After his order came, Angga put down his phone and immediately enjoyed his meal. Even when eating the atmosphere was very quiet, only the sound of spoons and dishes that occasionally clink.

“after this drive me home. And you can also go home” Angga told Mario after finishing his meal.

Mario was surprised by Angga's sudden orders, but was about to ask him. Better to shut up and just obey. When else could he enjoy this kind of free time. In Mario's heart he is also very happy, he can have more time to play games.

Angga has now arrived at his apartment after a few minutes ago Mario drove him. He immediately went inside the bathroom to prepare warm water in the bath. Angga is used to doing anything alone. Because he lives in an apartment alone.

Since the death of her mother one year ago, Angga decided to stay in the apartment. He did not want to stay in his rash because there were too many wounds in the house. And for his papa, Angga no longer wants to know with him. How long his papa served, Angga did not care. He hated his father.

Actually Angga used to no longer want to take care of his papa company. He can live even though he only relies on his own efforts, namely cafe. But given the many lives that desperately need to eat, Angga's heart was moved to continue his papa company. Although at that time the condition of the company was almost bankrupt because of the many investors who withdrew their shares after knowing the case of a Wijaya.

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*TBC