Me VS Crazy CEO's

Yes or No

"Ji, you ain't gonna get rich on that guy ?!" point Ica to a couple who are drunk in love with the mesraya sitting like a stamp on a city bus if it is full again. Unwilling to get a response, Ica sat a long wooden bench made by the meatball trader, for his customers to sit. Not a cafe cafe for the children of the bourgeoisie, or an expensive Italian-speaking restaurant that if there must bring a dictionary for the translation of the menu. Just a roadside wheel, covered with banners of cold medicine, and a blue tent as the top cover, maybe the former mama's wedding celebration. There is no beautiful classical music, nor a live band cafe. But just a street busker with a used aqua cup as a place for the reward of abuse that they hope to be able to connect life.

"What people are doing ? owe ?! or pay for ktp ?" tanya Jihad looked at the girl with her eyebrows raised next to her.

"Ck, have ! pullin cake stool, the first lady this ! ahh..fail rich cool on tv tv ! " decak Ica's.

"What let's do ?!" jihad asked coldly, just glad this young man teased Ica.

"LET LOE HAVE A JOB !!" the Ica circus was right in front of his face.

"Pesen hunt, laper me !" decak upset Ica. This girl is indeed a wahid number if it comes to eating, especially if it is free. Note !!! free ! Jihad laughed, jakun in his throat until it shook, this 19-year-old young man had to repeat his High School period because of the request of his father's boss, until he had to leave his college in London, he said, and stuck into class X again, somehow the story he can enter and mingle with the three girls absurd, not easy anyway, because he had to be someone who lambe turah and nyinyir who is clearly not himself. But because he was used to it, he became immersed in the role and felt comfortable with the three girls, including one of them Ica, an ordinary girl, not from among people who are in possession tend to struggle with sin, the nose is not too sharp, like a 45-degree triangle angle, enough for the hole to breathe, breathe oxygen. His attitude was far from the word graceful, his mouth spicy and nyablak, annoying so sure, but Jihad can like it half dead.

"What do you want to do ?!" tanya Jihad tilted his head to look at the kinds of toppings and meatballs on the wheel that read meatballs bersai wong solo.

"Baso urate use vegetable toge, do not use noodles ! " answer the Ica.

"Fried onion cake?"

"Engga ! fear of body odor !"

"Celder cake?" ask her again.

"Pake let seger, seger if you see oppa korea !" answer Ica.

"Pake soup ?" kekeh Jihad, just wait for this girl to breathe out like a bull, then boom ! the word absurd bin nyeleneh must have been thrown.

"That's why I'm using aer comberan !"

"In what bowl in plastikin ? her question again almost blew her laughter.

"Gue cupped to use hands, let rich debus ! the bowl's split, I want a snack !" Ica replied, do not let the sauce in front of him he rubbed on the head of Jihad to shampoo the young man's hair.

"Denger right mas, pesenan girls are not sane there ?!" ask Jihad.

"Sat !" Ica did not accept being called insane by a more sane young man who was just plain to know dry.

"Well, where there are rich language girls ! only the jejadian doang girl said it was sut sat, " said Jihad. The merchant just smiled and shook his head, one day if his son Ica would be the name he blacklisted from the dream daughter-in-law list.

"Competor ! ga tau shy mas, dry tofu period dicemilin that.maen take aja ! watch out for him if abis cebok never washed his hands again !" said Ica.

"Uhukkk !!" not a choking Jihad but other customers who are delicious eating meatballs.

"Liar.lihong Mas.mbak ! Ca, don't slander ! no more people eat, loe mouth do not be toxic, I dipelupin also nih to the place of the bowl !" jihad is back.

"Yes loe first ! rich ask for shampooing use sambel !" answer Ica.

2 bowls baso serving arbor waving Ica olfactory waving. His stomach is like the drums of Narnian war.

"Wahh, the mantel !" Ica had already sipped her own salivary bringing out the scent of meat and broth into her nostrils. Coincidentally earlier in the cafeteria he got the nagging doctor Caramel, his friend was indeed the most chatty if the article of food, even though a stronghold with him that upholds a full stomach let alone free, especially free, but his friend was really good. Unlike her anything goes in as long as it feels good on the tongue.

Since Ica and Kara, Jihad is more popular. He did not choose food. Even Jihad had diarrhea because of the artificial seblak of these two girls.

"Obviously, rich people don't eat a week !" Jihad rubbed rough Ica's face. The owner stared at Jihad sharply.

"Hand loe used tofu dried peakk ! my face is greasy smelling of garlic !" sewot.

"Sorry I forgot !" her laugh.

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"Arrhhhh.." Ica burp.

"Dih, what a slob loe so a girl !"

"Something that is delicious is not to be held up, "he replied casually.

Jihad stared at Ica, the girl looking adorable while sipping tea in her bottle

"Did you call me ?! like ?!" answer Ica.

" Yes, "

"Hahahahaha, mas.tuh the broth water in the boiler is still hot right ?" ask Ica.

"Nggheh mbak, "

"Make what a peak !"

"You want to flush loe sober up !" Answer Ica.

Just this time Jihad expressed his feelings for a girl even wanted to be watered by the broth of meatballs stew.

"Gue's aware Ca, have ! I like it too loe !" Jihad made sure to return his words.

"Don't tell me not to baper with me Ji, I don't want to date anymore !" the classic answer of a girl if subtly refused. No, not smooth. How to call it smooth if he just wants to pour the sauce of meatballs that are clearly boiling.

"Good later, maybe even before my graduation back to London, my delayed college nerusin !" answer Jihad.

Ica was silent for a moment, her heart could not open any more space for any man after Revan.

"Gue don't want you to put too much hope on me Ji, let alone you want to go far and long. I don't want to be rich bang toyib, waiting for something uncertain. Galau ? not me !" Ica replied, shaking her shoulder relaxed.

"So yes or no ?!" ask Jihad.

"Or !" answer Ica.

Suddenly Jihad shook the head of the girl who could never be taken seriously.

"Or it or peak ! how much is b. english loe ?!" say Jihad. But Ica chuckled.

"You're me ! loe thought I was oon !" Ica returned to Jihad.

"Oh son, dare the same older one !"

"The parents were less aj4r, '" Ica replied. As usual if it is too irritated, Jihad will insert Ica into the shirt he wears.

"Honestly, I used to love Caramel. But I'm not the same Kara, and it turns out it's just a momentary feeling of joy, plus the reason I can be stuck here is because of Caramel, Milo's chosen girl."

"Keep what makes you like me ?!" really Ica did not want to see the bead of Jihad's eyes, he was just so busy with his tea straw, even though the contents were already toilet.

"Gue can't answer, what should ? liking someone is for a reason, because the heart chooses, perhaps because we are often together, "

"It's just because you're together so often why don't you like Milo, or Raka ka, or Kean ka?"

"Loe thinks I'm turning?" Jihad was anxious to get Ica's brain in the nitrogenous liquid, let it freeze. Ica chuckles.

"Gue can't answer now Ji, I once promised myself to close my heart. If you think my life is really ngenes, so a place of escape. It used to be like that, my face looks like tpa ya ?!" ask Ica.

"Loe face looks more like tps !" answer Jihad.

"Think of nyoblos ! ahhhh, I want to go back, it's late afternoon.ntar tv contention same Peter !" answer Ica.

"Ji, "call Ica, Jihad looks up.

"Don't forget to pay !" answer Ica.

Somehow he could like Ica, but his big heart was eager to fold Ica like a paper plane and fly it away. The girl managed to make him the most upset human on the face of the earth today.

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