
Ica tailed behind Jihad with a heart that was already out of shape, if only the two like this began to feel a feeling of longing, nervous and awkward. Suddenly the parrot became keep silent, and Ica didn't like this. She is not the type of woman with high levels of melow, she can always hide her mood as neat as possible with all her silliness and jokes. Ica always try to be a tough girl, is the principle does not want to look fragile in the eyes of others, although actually her heart is so need a backrest, as ridiculous as Ica she is still a woman, Ica, he still has sensitive feelings. At least the name of Jihad was in his heart. Ica tried to get rid of this bad feeling by turning on the song from her old phone, the phone she had retired because of her plight and sometimes mamposs is unclear, fortunately today the old phone is a little good historical evidence, Ica then listened to it with a headset next to her ear. Unable to look at Jihad, Jihad knew that Ica was avoiding him.
However they have to solve this heart problem, Jihad is well aware that if Ica does not want to deal with heart problems, this girl is still very tight-knit and insecure.
Ting !
The elevator was the only sound between the two.
Jihad brought Ica into his room.
Chequek, czech,
"Come in, "pinta Jihad, Ica a little doubt.this is already afternoon, even the employees have disbanded.
"Loe just calm down, I'm not going to macem, I'm not up to the heart push people I love," Ica steps stopped hearing the last word Jihad. Oxygen intake seems to stagnate, if it used to be during High School he is still ordinary, but not now. Both are the same adult.
"Ji, "
"We talk inside, I don't want to talk in front of the gini door !" answer Jihad.
Ica finally entered this room again, as if the word dear can change an Ica who usually never runs out of words to interrupt people into silence.
Jihad walked towards the window of his room, turning on the lamp of the room.
"4 years Ca, plus 2 years of High School, I'm waiting for you," said Jihad, a long time for a handsome and well-established male size just waiting for certainty.
Ica pegged in place, the song she played even more to make her drift with the atmosphere. Jihad pulls the headset next to it from Ica's ear without any resistance from Ica.
"Gue know you are rich gini just want to avoid, why Ca? are you still stuck in your past?" ask Jihad.
"My intention is Humaira Khairunisa !" pinta Jihad's.
"During that time you wait for me Ji, "Ica open your voice.
"What's the shame that you like the same girl who lacks my wealth a lot ? I'm not as smart and beautiful as Kara, I'm not as rich and elegant as Ka Juwita, I'm just a stupid and naive village girl, Ji. Look at you !" point Ica.
"Sepicik's mind loe Ca, I'm not as bad as Revan, is 6 years time not enough, make proof if I love you as sincere loe?" Jihad grabbed Ica and hugged her, leaving Ica shocked, the girl neither rebelling nor replying.
"Say if you like me too Ca, say if you love me too !" whispered Jihad. Ica's eyes closed, he missed the embrace of Jihad, at least this hug with a different taste.
"Gue miss the same swear loe with me, I miss the same silly attitude loe, "again said Jihad lowered his head to see Ica.
"No need to talk deket, pollution ! your breath is polluting for me Ji !" Ica looked up as her hand pushed the Jihad. The smile is clearly visible from Jihad.
"Loe is evil Ji, you've found me ! even grin me, loe ga know my heart has been dig dug, wait loe nyariin me, I've rich singles nungguin loe, see bang Riski lap same tea Mira, I sirik !" Ica said she mumbled as her eyes glazed over and hit Jihad's chest slowly. Jihad is letting out a crisp laugh.
"You need to laugh loe peakkk ! see you Erwan the same Ayu, I'm already rich son of tenyom separated from his father's sling !" nagel Ica again while shedding tears of longing, Jihad concluded it was his reply from Ica. It was a strange way to understand each other.
"Come to daddy," replied Jihad hugging Ica tightly.
"Gue is already rich aunt kun in the tree, can only look at the sky without knowing how you there, still want me what do not ! I'm nyesel Ji !" Ica returned the embrace of Jihad.
"And when you know you've returned to Indo from ka Erwan without loe nyari me, I nyesek Ji. I want to feel like I'm checking loe until you follow someone too !" namel Ica buried her face in the breast of Jihad.
"Unfortunately I'm wearing the same suit shirt, I can't go in the shirt, or do I want to go in the trash can in front of the office?" ask Jihad.
"Well rich is so proof of love loe same me, where there is a guy love that it !" omelette Ica.
"Loe ain't kangen as smelly as my ketek Ca?" ask Jihad to laugh.
"Engga ! I miss the same belly toast torn loe !" answer Ica.
"It turns out that my torn bread has become round to know how?" tanya Jihad teases Ica.
"Yes not so I gave it to him, go far away from me, I want to find you !" push Ica.
Jihad rubbed Ica's cheek with both thumbs of her hand.
"Well yukk !" bring Jihad.
Grekkkk !!!
Ica stomped on the feet of Jihad.
"I think I'm a goat boy, play a marriage, I want the process of introduction first.kan I also want the time of first courtship Ji, rich others, rich others, don't make me want to push you down !" answer Ica.
"We know the Paukkk ! what 7 years know, you don't know me enough ?" ask Jihad.
"7 years, right 4 years loe in LN, where I know you changed what hgga ! who knows, you prefer cheese to cassava ! or loe arrived every mallem turned into a wolf, "Ica replied.
"Asem !"
"Dukk !" Ica rubbed his jidat deliberately in a fight with the Jihad, by his driver.
"So you want to date me ?"
"Hm ?"
"We're backstreet at the office. Treat me just like any other employee during working hours, here no one needs to know if we are dating, "pinta Ica. He had already thought about this mature matter. It will be a problem if it is found that he is dating their big boss, especially Jihad is said to be the dream of his female employees. There will be many employees who do not like it, Ica does not want to be imbued with actor dramas such as the story of Kara and Milo.
"Why?" ask Jihad.
"Gue wants to work quietly here, "Ica replied. Jihad appreciates Ica's decision.
"It can make you happy, I'm coming ! but you don't get too tight with Asep, I don't like it !" answer Jihad.
"Loe believes in me, doesn't Ji? have I been dating anyone for 6 years? " ask Ica. Jihad smiled and ruffled Ica's hair.
"It's over, right, I'm until I go to college today, this is also already want maghrib, I don't want to see later we're both in the office of the mall, malem," said Ica.
"Most on wine to KUA, "answer Jihad lightly. Ica squinted her eyes.
"Loe really didn't bring by by me Ji? " ask Ica.
"Bring !"
"What?! where's it?" the eyes of Ica are shining.
"My heart is !" answer Jihad chuckles.
"Currently, don't want to ! " decih Ica look at the room of Jihad.
"Yeah ! daebaek ! I've never seen this picture before !" point Ica at a photo showing 4 high school teens.
"Well, you're not really working ! that's why I ask you and tell you to finish the bookcase ! she's late for oon, males !" jihad sat in his chair.
"Well, you tell me to finish once an hour. Mall floor !"
"Tok tok tok !" someone knocks on the door of Jihad.
Sontak Ica and Jihad are evil, Ica and Jihad are panicked, can not think clearly, Ica instead hide under the desk Jihad with Jihad sitting in his chair.
"Sat !!!"
"Dukkk !"
"Awww, nutmeg I'm peakkk !" omelette Ica.
"Yes, "
"I think you've come home, " said Mr. Muni.
Ica smothers her mouth.
"Not yet sir, in a moment, I'll finish the job !" answer Jihad.
"If you want to go home, please go home, "he continued.
"Okay sir, thank you. Then I say retreat !" mr. Muni closed the door again.
"Have you left yet?" whisky Ica.
"Udah, "
"Awas out !!" Ica patted Jihad's feet, but as if dissatisfied with Ica for the past few days, Jihad instead held his legs and chair.
Ica pinched the foot of Jihad.
"Aawww, sadist !"
"Gue's still good fashion huh Ji, loe legs haven't I made a stump !"
Jihad chuckled, "have you come out, where are we going?
"Gue's gonna take a shower !"
"Loe took a shower ?!" ask Jihad.
"Bukkk !!" Ica hit the head of Jihad with her sling bag.
"Tell Kara, your brain must be washed !"
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