Me VS Crazy CEO's

First apple

"Bubble, I'll pick up at 7" Jihad said.

"Yes bee, "Ica replied briefly.

Ica got out of the car, she walked into the alley. The sunshine has not slipped into the twilight. Although it's not too hot.

Ica walks like in the Sahara desert, wants to get home immediately and stick her body in the refrigerator all at once, the city of Jakarta is getting more and more sultry, in addition to the weather, because of global warming, because of global warming, also because the people are getting smoother like mbak Sari. The mood today is broken, hopefully the apple later tonight can make the mood back good.

"Assalamualaikum, the heat !"

"Waalaikumsalam, "the old raucous voice replied, he gave the back of his hand to Ica to salami the granddaughter, the hair he had painted this blonde, he said, now only leaves its former glory as a village flower, changing his grandson. Actually Ica is quite beautiful and sweet, just covered by the nyeleneh bin sengkleknya attitude. Perhaps the influence of living in an environment that is not among the top models, he is closer to Galih and Riski than with ka Novi, making his attitude like this.

"Just got home from work ?" ask nene.

"Not ne, just came home hoey, "keh Ica nosy. He knew his grandmother was just nodding but did not understand, because of his poor hearing.

"Yes he just came home from work, the time of the study, "he passed into the room after peeling the back of the wrinkled hand. Laying his body in a bed that is not too soft can at least ease the weight of life and tired all day work. He looked to the side, towards the closet. Then get up and open it. Not many know that Ica is a feminine girl. Ica is a bar bar, more impressed often wear jeans and t shirts and tied shirts or just wear a blouse. Though the collection of dress in the closet is quite a lot. If Ica has issued her anguish style beuhhh, selena gomes pake kebaya just lost emejing, Rose who wears an evening dress when dancing with Jack alone is less graceful. Ica is also good at makeup, do not ask from whom, her mother was a former salon employee, had attended a decorating course, but not continued because of limited costs. As a result the ideals so make up artist must run aground, turned into a housewife and mother cadre mother in her neighborhood.

At 5 pm Ica was out of the bathroom, with a towel still wrapped around her hair, she sat in the middle seat. His family was gathering like a pot demo participant.

"Tumben shower, ain't it raining ?" tanya Galih with focused eyes stared at her flat screen.

"Kill, co !!" pekik.

"Tumben ga telfonan, the girl has realized yes ?!" ask Ica back.

Galih stared at Ica at a glance, "Ck, arrogant ! there was a boyfriend, "

"Emang, " agrees Ica.

"Cot, don't argue with singles !" timpal Risky.

"Awas ya loe both, tomorrow I'm dating the same artist do not sirik, "Ica and Riski increasingly laughed at the statement Galih is clearly impossible.

"Which artist ? village artist ?!" ledek Ica's.

"Assalamualaikum, "

"Waalalikumsalam, father !" his mother welcomes his father home, with salim, making Ica, Galih and Riski frown.

"Tumbenan salim use mesem mesem smile, "the third ledk on his mother.

"Usually the aroma of dad payjian if fashion spoiled gini, " replied Ica, these three kaka sisters laughed.

"Woman, there is money dear brother, no money brother kicked !" lamented Riski.

"Curhat sir ?! including Mira tea ?!" answer Galih.

"What ??! bring me teteh ?!" mira's tea came from the kitchen.

"Eh yank, Galih same Icot yank !" accuse Riski.

"Oh, wash your hands !" exclaim both.

"Mother that's ahhhh, good !" his mother replied that she did not accept it.

"Ear rich women that way, because to the same salon buy powder, lipstick can not use bpjs !" bela's father.

"That's what Dad said !" Novi joined in.

"Loe both ntar ngerasain if married !" continued.

"Wahhh, it really means. Daddy's new salary ! " Ica and Galih have invaded his father.

"Dad, you need a massage ? let Ica pijitin, Ica make coffee huh ?!" Ica took his father's arm.

"Dad, Galih took his shoes and Galih masakin got some water for a bath, huh?!" and Galih on his left.

"Saravv ! children no morals tuh rich gini ! don't do that Mo, Zakir. Do not follow aunt Icot as om Galih, " decak Riski on his younger brother while gently rubbing the back of his daughter's son. His mother and father laughed.

"Hahaha let alone his father's rich !" ledek Ica and Galih, who immediately run away because of Riski who is chasing both.

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"Jihad to say Ca?" ask Galih.

"Yes, why? no need to macem macem yes, I hang loe bang !"

"Yes, tell him to come home, " replied his father.

"You can have martabak with Ca toast, make father's luluhin ! that time was immediately married, " cried Galih.

"That's what you want ! let alone martabak, the mountain will he love, the same tree tree is just as tenacious as you for loe !" answer Ica sewot.

"So my son already has a girlfriend?" ask father.

"Jihad well, High School time, "Ica replied.

"That's a well ! who used to often anter Ica to home when going home from school ! just returned home S2 from abroad, "clear mother.

"Ohhh so clbk ?" ask me father did not lose the update.

"Hahaha, you know clbk ?" ask Ica.

"Love old battered crotch !" answer father. Ica scowled her father, although Ica knew her father was just joking but that was the truth, he hung Jihad that long, and she felt guilty.

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Ica was already sitting in front of her dresser, the bottle green dress she chose as her date dress today. His hands painstakingly smeared ranging from powder, liptin, to eyeliner and mascara. Tonight Ica really made herself as elegant as possible, although for matters of footwear she prefers flatshoes as a complement. But her solids are no less beautiful.

A message has been sent to his phone, saying that Jihad is in front of the alley and is heading to his house.

There was a sound of knocking in the simple house of Ica.

"Yes, "Ica opened the door. He and Jihad are equally gawking, there is no black suit and white shirt as usual, Jihad looks handsome even though only with a t shirt wrapped in a box shirt, the impression of the CEO he left at home. The time of 6 years turned out to make both equally mature, although Jihad was like this a long time ago.

"Hay bubble, "

"Bee, "Jihad smiled to see the look of Ica, really make pangling, usually Ica only seen with her og uniform, and hair tied, but tonight Ica looks so beautiful.

"Why? menor huh? shy ?" ringis Ica's.

"Gue ga talent, change !" Ica said, Jihad held Ica's hand to re-enter her room.

"Beautiful, I'm speechless loe !" answer Jihad.

"6 years ago, a lot of things changed just like you, bubble !" the answer is rubbing Ica's hair. If usually Jihad will scramble his hair, this time because of the look of Ica who has been dressed up and afraid to damage it, Jihad rubbed it. This guy is very resistant to not kiss Ica here.

"Assalamualaikum, "says Jihad looking at Ica's father from behind the girl.

"Waalaikumsalam, oh so this is Jihad."

"Yes sir, I am Jihad..."

"I want to ask permission sir, take your son out tonight, "Jihad is sitting across from Ica's father, asking his permission to Ica's father, Ica's father, black squat and green sheath signifies the middle-aged man who began to gray has just finished praying isya.

This is what he meant, a man who really gentle will ask permission to him directly, not just invite out and drop it on the side of the road.

The atmosphere was so awkward at first, but a moment later Ica's father smiled at her, "dad appreciate your gentle attitude, father allow.but bring Ica back without anything less, keep Ica then permission and father's blessing will flow, maybe even to the next level, "Ica gawking at her father's words.

"Dih, it's easy ! I don't want to give you that condition, a thousand temple cakes, yacht cake !" Ica said, Jihad laughed at the protest that Ica aired.

"Udah ga era thousand temples, now the time of investment !" his father folded his legs casually, apparently Ica's father was not a fierce person like in the movie.

"You don't want to give conditions so that Riski who gives you conditions, not just any guy can take Ica, " said Riski joined. Ica raised her eyebrows side by side, as did Jihad who turned to Riski. Riski's face is not too friendly this time, if in this serious business, Riski will be the vanguard for Ica. Riski is not ignorant of Jihad, the man in front of him is Alvian Jihad, the young CEO of London graduates...

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