Me VS Crazy CEO's

First leaflet

Jihad immediately gas-fired back to his office. Ica still dabbled in the CEO's desk. He nodded in admiration for every corner and detail of the room.

"Daddy coming baby, " gumma Jihad.

"This is when I sit in that chair, someone sees it?" Ica dingukan's. It has become his dream to sit in a chair that can rotate itself since long ago, if not try it he was worried later he would die of curiosity.

He sat his pan*tat in this chair and sat around it like he was the boss. Although it is not a boy who in the golden age like Momo, Ica's curiosity overcame the curiosity of the sweet bridge ancol who until dead became the ghost of a curious spirit.

"May I take it home anyway, make Maenan Momo the same Robi, cool too ! I puterin until dizzy let his mother flabby," Ica giggled coolly by herself.

Ica tidied it up again, seeing a window that immediately showed blue clouds and a busy view of the city, although not as busy as he was.

"Which house is it ?!" tanya Ica monologue.

"Suitable for suicide, just jump doang also the end, "the mumbling again, under there people like Robi's toy, including cars lined up, it crept towards its destination.

"How's the glass whistling?" ask her kathrok.

"There's a special team that will clean it using tools, Humaira !" said someone from behind him, Ica was surprised to hear the voice of the father's baritone.

"Astagfirullah, Mr. Muni.bikin was shocked !" Ica held her chest.

"Have you finished ?"ask Muni sir. Unfortunately Ica did not look at the bookshelf, which was tucked into a small photo of 4 high school teenagers in uniforms that were crossed out while taking pictures together.

"Already sir, everything is already rich kinclong my face which is already rich oil factory !" Ica laughed. For some reason Mr. Muni was happy with the silliness of this girl, it looks he is a persistent and sincere person. Several times Mr. Muni saw Ica was working on his college assignments during the break.

Jihad was already walking towards his room and Ica was already out pushing her equipment.

Jihad rushed to his room,

"Sir Alvian?" pak Muni asked by raising his eyebrows, what was the matter with his superior half-running with a sweat that soaked his forehead, like he was in a hurry.

"Pak Muni gave me a list of all the office girls in this building, now !" order Jihad.

"What's up sir ? is something wrong ?" ask Muni sir.

Muni then searched the data on his laptop immediately.

"This is sir !" the answer was that his laptop gave it to Jihad, who was already sitting impatiently. Jihad scrolls one by one.

"Is this all ? including new employees ?" ask Jihad to make sure no one wants to be missed.

"Already sir," Muni sir nodded beside him.

Jihad's eyes widened in disbelief if Ica was here, a sweet girl's CV that had filled the space in her heart. The girl who for 4 years keeps her heart locked from other women until she is suspected of liking the same kind.

"What's up, sir ?!" asked Muni sir ventured to ask.

"Where is he now, sir ?" tanya Jihad turned her laptop towards Muni sir. The middle-aged man's forehead shriveled a few folds. What else did this girl do, until her boss asked her.

"That's a new employee named Humaira, he just cleaned up the father's room" he said.

"He's back in the clean room, " continued Muni.

"Take me there sir !" pinta Jihad's.

Mr. Muni drove this boss to the cleaning room. I don't know what he'll do to the new employee, he hopes the girl doesn't make a mistake.

Jihad can't wait to see Ica now.

"Sir, "hold Jihad.

"Let me open. It seemed like inside was crowded," suddenly Jihad's guts shrunk, his heart was nervous. The first leafan when I saw Ica again.

His hand stretched out on the door leaf and pushed him slowly. A girl was dancing in front of the others who became his gang. They laughed together, this is free entertainment for the common people, in the midst of tired of trying to make a worldly living.

"Ladiest and gentle men, we show our familiar artists !!!! Ica ting ting ! Indonesia where does it sound ??!!" he said to Asep and Budi who cheered while holding the handle of a broom, Setyani wagged a 5 thousand piece of chocolate money in front of Ica's face.

"Come neng Ica, if you can duck movement ngeden I sawer ceban !" Setyani.

"Njirr ! where is duck ngeden ! throw it away !" Ica replied laughing. The two youths in front of him tapped on the empty gallons and empty buckets as his tank. True is his Ica, a curse that he missed for the past 4 years, Ica swearing like a longing drug for him.

"Sir, so call Humaira ?" ask Muni sir.

"They're on a break sir, let it go. You can come back !" jihad answered, he only wanted to see the action and rant that he longed for. Jihad undoes his intention to greet Ica, his heart again thumping after a long time felt frozen and dead.

Pak Muni came back with the link of his eyebrows, confused. Since when did this boss become a stalker.

"Ca, we haven't seen each other in a long time, and my feelings are still the same. Now you won't be able to run anywhere else from me, I won't let go again for the second time !" mummified Jihad.

"Enak enakan loe here can joget joget using saweran event, while I'm not happy ga ga delicious eat ninggalin loe ! this girl is good to be fucked !" jihad is grinning. Jihad leaves the clean room. Before later he will meet Ica bravely, he will work on Ica first.

"Sir Muni, can you ask for the clean room number?" ask Jihad. Muni gave it to him. After he was stalking, what else is it ?

Jihad dialed the clean room number.

"Hallo ?!" ask Miss Warni.

"Here I am Alvian, who's the office boy who cleaned my room?" ask her.

Miss Warni was surprised, until Mr. Alvian went down directly it was a sign that there was a fatal mistake. His eyes were staring at Ica.

"What's up, sir ? maybe I will tell you later. Is there a mistake?"

"Try to give me the phone directly, from now on if I call let him pick it up !" order Jihad.

"Ba..good sir ! Humairaa !!!"

"Why did Suri come ?!" asep asked, Budi laughed, how can women judes, fat and fierce more similar called nene tapasya called the queen mother.

"Ga know me, jerk off !" Ica stopped her activities and approached Ms. Warni.

"What's wrong mom?" Ica's voice rang out from the end of the phone, Jihad smiled fluffy.

"This is Mr Alvian, did you make a mistake? " ask Warni worried, Ica shook her head.

"Hallo this is Humaira speaking sir !" answer Ica so english. Jihad is choking. Miss Warni patted Ica's back.

"Ga be polite !" muttered.

"Clean my room back !" her door.

"But I cleaned this morning sir, even the dust was less willing to stick so kinclongnya, try it father ngaca on his desk !" answer Ica.

"You're deaf ? I told you to clean up again, want to fight the boss ? clean it again, my room must be cleaned every hour !" answer Jihad.

"Oh yes, do not forget you lapin goods on my desk one by one, but be careful not to blisters let alone lost, it's expensive goods. You won't be able to buy !" continued Jihad.

"Njirrr, "often Ica, but it can still be heard of Jihad.

"You're talking to me?" ask Jihad.

"That's sir, not !" answer Ica.

"What are you waiting for ? want to wait until the Eid?" ask Jihad.

"I.iya sir ! I'll be there soon !" answer Ica, call closed.

"Gue I swear he died in a fucking bell !" Ica Mummings. His emotions rose again upon hearing that inhuman order. His opinion if Mr. Alvian is an angel should he bury with his comfortable life in the land of the coachman. Ica throws resentment back into the room of Jihad.

"Where are you going Ca?"

"You go to the hygienic mister room ! the room is asked to be cleaned once an hour, rich girls change pemb4lut if again comes the month just as many !" answer Ica grunt. Jihad entered the room of Mr. Muni next to his room, from there he could see Ica entering.

The wheel sounded in the push in.

"Kamvreettt is ! what must be washed is not the room, but the father's brain ! still sane what a !" Ica Dumel.

Ica again wiped the table and patted the sofa, which was clearly no dirt at all.

"It's dirty, it's dirty !!! how strange ! I'm the one who made my dirty whistling too" he stepped on the carpet that was tucked under the table with his shoes.

"Kamvreett the Ica, my carpet was injected !" muttered Jihad saw Ica from behind the door.

Ica mopped back part of the floor.

"Gue taroin cooking oil as well, let's pass him rationoh !" the dumel is not exhausted, as if the stock of oaths for his boss will never run out.

"I think it's good to be next to the boss, poison only time yes, use rat poison ! call me deaf ! this stuff also, it's good to be called I can't afford, I buy the same mouth all of you !"

"Sat ! wahh, this employee must be done abis abisan nih, "kikik Jihad.

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