Me VS Crazy CEO's

First quarrel

Jihad leaves Ica still asleep.

"Sleepwell baby, we'll see you soon !" mummified Jihad. Sari immediately ran to hide.

"What is Humaira related to Mr. Alvian?" Sari asked herself.

"Heh, k3bo ! rest up abis !" Sari shook Ica's body violently. Ica blinked and wriggled like a silkworm.

"Aaahhh.lumayan seger my body !" he said lazy yawn.

"Ilihhh males !" decih Sari's.

"Why should Sari be the first sight I see ! I was totally overwhelmed my day !" Ica Mummings.

"Hehh ! are you related to Mr Alvian ?!" ask Sari to the point, Ica frowned. Let alone being in a relationship, know his face just isn't. What relationship does he mean, what is like the relationship of superiors and subordinates or the relationship of masters and slaves.

"Why?" ask Ica.

"Must have Mr. Alvian see you sleep ! rich sleep you are beautiful just diiatin, "the scolding re-establish lipsticknya already as thick as his sin.

"Ah time ! "Ica immediately straightened her hair, though,

"Gue drooled huh? or am I snoring ? why have you seen me too ? I have no job !" gumam Ica palpated around his mouth.

Asep is coming.

"Come in !!!!!" in his hand was a paper bag.

"Well, is that Ca?" ask Asep.

"Udah, "

"Now !" Asep handed the paper bag to Ica.

"What is this sep ?" ask her bengong.

"From Mr. Alvian, he said eaten ! let you face the truth later, "answer Asep.

"What truth?" Ica asked, Asep shuddered his shoulders clueless.

Sari was also curious, as usual Mr. Alvian was friendly, but there was never an employee who he specialized in this way. Ica was the one who was given something.

Ica took out the contents.

"Lunch, "he murmured.

One box of grilled rice and ribs, and one cup of boba drinks. Ica scrunched her forehead.

"Wahhhh, the windfall Ca !" Asep.

"Much leverage, what a boss, so good at this ! he's not dying anymore, is he ?" Ica opened the rice box, to remove the aroma of grilled meat that was suddenly fishing worms in the stomach dug3man. Ica devoured it. What's up today with that kind sudden guy, Miss Alvian...

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Ica was not a weak girl, mentally as hard as steel, her body as strong as a glass gatot. Just because it is sick and not feeling well does not make it suddenly so weak.

He wrestled back with his work.

A pretty curly haired girl at the bottom, and her fashionable appearance goes into this skyscraper, she misses the scent of Indonesia, the frenzied aroma of Jakarta, and the, especially to his best friend who he left behind.

"Baby, I'm going straight to Jihad's office !" Kara nodded.

The girl was then accompanied by another handsome young man.

"Mister, Mr. Alvian !" milo.

"Who sir? made an appointment?" ask receptionist.

"Already, Armillo Dana Aditama !" milo. The receptionist held up the phone's handle, shortly telling Milo to go up to the 40th floor.

"Baby, you wanna come or you wanna meet Ica?" ask Milo.

"I found Ica first, I missed you !" answer Kara.

"OK on later kutelfon, " said Milo. Kara nodded, Milo passed into the elevator. Kara's eyes narrowed to see an office boy mopping the floor.

"Mas, "call him.

"I?" her question pointed to herself.

"Yes, is ob here? you know an office girl named Humaira Khairunisa ?" ask Kara.

"Came ?" ask Budi, Kara nodded. Finally here Ica still uses her nickname, it will not be difficult to find a model girl Ica, she is always easy to find, exist wherever she is.

"This boy ?" point at.

"I'm Caramel, Ica's friend !" the answer.

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"Ca !!! there are nyariin, " said Budi approaching Ica who was mopping the 30th floor.

"Who ?"

"Temen loe said, who yes I forgot his name ! Caramel who is it ?!" said the young man whose hair was neatly combed.

"Kara ??!!! seriously Bud? where ?" ask Ica.

"Below, on the reception desk deck !" budi replied, immediately Ica ran, it was like welcoming a soulmate who had long lost and now returned.

"Why don't you call me anyway, if you want to go back to Indo, I can call ondel ondel !" his gerrick.

A girl standing facing the office garden, Ica could not believe she could meet her best friend again.

"Kara !" sapana.

Caramel turned around, "Ica !!!!" they hugged like teletubbies.

"Ca, I'm also kangen loe peakkk ! why is hape loe not active ?!" tanya Kara rubbed her eyes that had been wet, for 4 years she had not met her kamvreet partner.

"Oh my God, you're changing now Ra, you were so cute, now you're a rich model !" Ica.

"What model is Ca?" ask Kara.

"Yasin's book model, "his coolness, both laughed.

"Have a son, "

"Loe here with who's Ra? uh yeah, you know where I work here?" Ica nodded with a question.

"Who else is Ca, same time girlfriend people ! know from someone, someone wants to meet loe ! " Kara raises her eyebrows.

"Ck, play secret ! who's? ka Milo's? " the scolding of Ica immediately chuckled.

"The Jihad is lacking aj4r really Ra, he said he had returned to Indo, but arrogant, do not want to find me !" annoyed Ica, Kara poked her lips.

"Loe's working again, Ca? I want to talk to you with Loe !" kara said.

"Yes, but a moment is also done ! I'm done at work !" Ica saw the watch in her hand.

"I'm waiting for you at the cafe's office, how?" ask Kara.

"By Ra, I'll be there in 15 minutes ! you just go up to the 3rd floor, " said Ica.

"Is that cafe ?" ask Kara.

"No, grave ! yes it is !" circus Ica, Kara laughs at Ica's babble, it's a sign Ica is still Ica.

"Oh yeah, I went there !" Ica and Kara enter the elevator, but the two separate, as Kara enters the 3rd floor.

Ica was not unsuspecting by someone Kara meant, she pecked herself in front of the toilet mirror, a nervous feeling suddenly struck.

"Hoff ! I'm rich enough to meet this president !" Ica untied her hair, combed her hair, only adding powder on her face.

"Gue stinks huh?" Ica kissed his armpit.

"That's what ! mom's son is scented !" he muttered, answering himself like an insane person.

Ica came out of the toilet, she headed to the 3rd floor where the cafe office was located. As long as he worked here, he had never snacked or ordered food from here.

Kara had already sat down with the 2 men who turned their backs on Ica. If one is confirmed Milo, then what is Jihad ?

"To my cold hands gini anyway ! this Ac can't be stopped by that !" muttered, Ica stepped her foot into the cafe.

"Ca !" pekik Kara waved, Milo turned his head.

"Hay cabelita, my fernando !!!" greet Ica, Jihad turned to Ica.

Degs...

Ica turned into a statue model, Jihad was much changed, he was more cool, authoritative, established, and clearly mature.

Ica's eyes were shocked, now turned squealing. The girl approached and sat down.

"Hay Ca, how are you ?" ask Milo.

"Neither Mil, as you see ! ga lack of any one, still healthy walafiat and still single !" obviously Ica, but the look in his eyes was fixed on Jihad, like wanting to swallow Jihad.

"Why?" ask Jihad.

"Loe turned out to be a less aj*ar guy ! you're old you should apologize a lot, fear tomorrow you die, you're a lot wrong with me, " said Ica annoyed.

"Look, you're supposed to bow down a lot like me ! younger, older Loe is not a guarantee of death tomorrow !" answer Jihad. Until at any time there will be no drama of lovers who have long lost or cry moved between them.

"Loe back to Indo ga intention seek me that, Ji.loe ga my intention so me that ! what kind of friend loe ! sono back to London, don't go back ! or splash into the sea with fish, let's get a whale !"

"Gue already nyari loe to the house, but ka Novi say loe work, I tried to call loe but always the operator who lifts, who is rich malin kundang who ?" ask Jihad. Kara and Milo who sat there like a domestic quarrel drama audience ended up gawking like goats be*go.

"It's loe both if the end of the end wants to fight, yu I sewain sports arena only, let more freely !" kara said.

"Why don't you follow me here, you just don't mean. Wait for me to return the cake at home ! I'm not a rich toyib bang loe !" Ica did not accept to point to Jihad.

"Currently, show me again ! loe's hands are nagging !" decih Jihad's.

"Gue is busy, anyways want to say if the end of the end is hung again ! " he continued.

"Now you're here bring what try, I ask ?! what's not it, right ?" ask Ica. Kara laughs.

"What do you mean you bring?" ask Jihad.

"By what cake cake, proof that you still want me !" Ica sarcasm.

"Well, this old child ngeselin, just met already asked for dietekin !"

"It's still Ji's time, you know?" ask Milo.

"Engga, now level up, I'm in your pants ! let's pass out in dalem !" answer Jihad.

"Gue lager is ! eat yu first ! I work hard like a horse, have a boss naebelinya naudzubillah !" Ica oceh. Milo and Kara stared at each other, as brave as Ica was babbling and insulting the person in front of her own.

"Emang boss Loe why Ca?" asked Milo chuckling.

"Beuh amit amit ka Milo, if it is in front of me.mau I lelepin aja to hell !" nagging her, Kara poked her lips withholding a twitch on her lips. While Jihad is ready to be ready by grinding every joint of his neck and hands. As if ready to skin the girl in front of him.

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