Me VS Crazy CEO's

Test of love

Ica's footsteps stopped at the doorstep of the room, her brain regained consciousness, she only remembered that she had left the five creatures in the hallway with a different face of confusion. Plus, 2 of his friends will definitely consider him an employee who does not know himself.

"Plak !"

"Be*go, I forgot that here is not a free area of expression, "Ica patted her own eel. He turned back, he bowed politely to Jihad, Juwita and Muni sir.

"Sorry sir, ma'am. I've been slow to play, I don't want to step over Mr. Dawn to talk, once again sorry. Excuse me," Ica returned to the room.

"Pffftt, "Tio and Evi hold back their laughter seeing kebo*dohan Ica.

"Ca !" Evi's in.

"What the hell is Ji?" juwita asked, Jihad shook his head.

"Sir, for the audit meeting this time, just the father who led, I happen to have something forgotten, " said Jihad to Mr. Muni.

"Okay sir, "Mister Muni and Juwita entered the meeting room. Jihad entered the general division.

"Hahahah, Ca ! still looking to go back again ! good thing not to be hit by Alvian sir !" Evi laughing.

"Sweety, there's only one !" said Tio who sat down by pointing to the back of his chair.

"Once again you call sweety, I buy you loe diapers for loe mouth chopsticks !" answer Ica.

"Hahahah, I'm just as nervous !" answer Tio.

"Humaira, can you go to my room ?" pinta Jihad on Ica. Suddenly Ica, Evi and Tio instantly fell silent and returned to their respective tables.

"Yes sir, " replied Ica standing up immediately.

"Sweety??" muttered Jihad snorted.

Jihad opened the door

"So this sweetie why?" tanya Jihad posted her pan*tat on the edge of her desk.

"Cih, "decih Ica.

It is also impossible, Ica complained this to Jihad, Ica is not the type of girl complainant.

"What a thing, just the same thing, ma'am Andar," replied Ica.

"Job problems?" ask Jihad. Ica hesitated.

"Other times it must be more thorough before you give the file, bakwan.." said Jihad pulled Ica's waist to get closer, Jihad's hand grabbed Ica's two hands and carried her to her sturdy neck.

"But it's not my fault, "the great-grandson of Ica is almost inaudible.

"Work is tired? want to get tired of it ?" tanya Jihad raised her eyebrows.

"What?!" ica's eyes sparkled, his fingers playing the lower end of Jihad's hair neatly shaved.

"Wait for me at home, get ready to eat, dress in warm water for me to take a shower !" answer Jihad. The girl's face changed drastically.

"Would you like some comberan water? let me take a dip in the gutter in front of the house? Yeee pauk.that's why I also know to be a housewife !" answer Ica.

Jihad against Ica's jidat, "do not bother too !" to this lover.

"Let's not sprain again, I'll go home !" said this man.

"What are you doing ?!" polo Ica by linking her eyebrows together, irritating Jihad.

"You eat ! yes want to say it, time to take a shower !" Ica laughed crisply at the stern face of Jihad.

"Obviously dong, do not try to get rich on NOS !" Ica Laughter. Their positions are still the same, but they can usually push each other slowly on their forehead.

"You're thinking about being late, making people rise in blood, "

"Where does it feel like to go up in the blood, how good is it ?" salah Jihad prolongs this problem, making Ica more seductive, but it's okay for him to be willing to see that cheerful face again.

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Jihad did not use his car, he used a motorbike, in order to get into the alley of Ica's house.

But not yet he arrived in front of the door of Ica's house, he had met the village youth who intercepted him.

"Sorry bro, you can stop !" hold Diki, this young man is out of the police station, his father is a guarantor for him, and he is only a city prisoner and must report.

A kretek cigarette on the sip, faded levis pants and a tangled t-shirt became his trademark. Diki stared at Jihad from top to bottom. His style cannot be equated with ordinary village youth.

"Aren't the kids here ?!" ask in the style of Slengean.

"No, "answer a short Jihad.

"What need did you come here for ? malem malem ?!" he asked, Jihad looked at 4 others. Men men like this should be in ruqyah, not looking for work or helping parents at home, but instead hang out hanging out indistinct and unsettling. A man of his age should be able to be the backbone of the family, let alone to bear the lives of others, for his own life still rely on parents.

"My girlfriend's house is here" replied Jihad. Diki and his four friends laughed.

"Who ?" diki asked, the article is great because the village children here can attract Jihad model men, from his style alone can not be equated with ordinary young people, aka handsome rich people, too, and clearly the fragrance is inversely proportional to Diki, the body fragrance of Jihad from a distance of 10 meters only the women will scramble to stick like a koyo, unlike him who smells of musty pillowcases.

"Ica, Humaira Khairunisa, " replied Jihad.

"What??! what is it like me ?!"

"Since when did Ica belong to Loe?" ask Jihad.

"Since I've stuck arinya !" diki replied, instead of letting the Jihad pass, Diki instead challenged this young CEO to a duel, it would not be easy to get Ica, he said,

"Don't dream of going out with my Ica, here my hadepin ! step over my corpse first !" he answered throwing the still burning cigarette in any direction. Jihad only revealed his smile, a neat appearance that he will show to Ica's parents may be damaged by mischievous clumsiness.

Diki floated his raw bogeman on Jihad, the thorny rose-patched flattened arm pointed his fist right at the face of Jihad, but Jihad easily caught it, so Jihad curled it backwards. Diki complained, Jihad bent Diki's knee until he knelt on the street.

"Awww, less aj4r ! cuyyy, brush !" the question to his friend. Timely intentions even so ngaret, Jihad stuck in post patrol. 5 against 1 is not comparable. But for Jihad it's nothing, their bodies are not as scary as their tattoos, their attacks are not as haughty as they say. Within 15 minutes Jihad left all five exposed. He stepped over the body of Diki who was moaning in pain.

"Nih, I've stepped up right, loe's body !" answer Jihad. Without realizing it, the smile of someone behind the wall expands like a cracker fried in hot oil. Jihad so remembered the words of his brother Ica, if it really wants to be with Ica a lot of obstacles, maybe this is one of them.

"The first test passes, he can pass the kamvreett," he kekehnya, he stared at the black crackle filled with snacks from the stall for his children with a pack of cigarettes.

"Where's bang ?" ask Ica.

"From the stall, Momo wanted a wafer with chocolate ! while buying ammunition for the morning, "he replied sitting with Ica on the front bench of the terrace, Ica again struggled with pen and paper. While waiting for his lover who never came, he chose to do his duty.

"Ihhh, ngaret !" Ica Dumel.

"Loe's waiting for people, huh ?! already rich pinworms.ga can be diem, make the gatel people want to garukin !"

"Ishhh, yes ! wait for the heart !" answer Ica.

"Pujaan hati.pujaan hati. kerjain tuh kajintu first, ntar loe punished lecturer !!" the sarcophagus rattled Ica's hair.

"Eh, but bang ! at home is a mess, yet maenan the Momo ma Zakir is still a mess. Loe's son ! shame is the same Jihad, the house is ugly mess too, "the scorn of Ica.

"It's a matter of loe's house talking ma bini me ! bo*do is so, that you're ashamed !" answer Riski.

"So, men have no understanding.." said Ica.

"Which shift?" ask Riski.

"Again upset, the girl who really likes to be shot first is as funny !" instead of being concerned Ica even laughed at the suffering of her third brother.

"Njirr ! ga guna, no story crocodile galau same girl ! mah girls are still many, how are the same girl he who stacked rich file submission sktm in the subdistrict ?!" tanya Riski agrees with Ica.

"Imported in the closet, let's put it on !" Ica replied, these two kaka sisters even comforted the person who was grieving, because his love ran aground. Before long the motor of Jihad was heard from afar.

"That awaited coming, I entered first, Momo was already crying, "said Riski about to enter when Jihad opened his fullface helmet.

"Bang, "Jihad nodded at Riski, as did Riski.

"Gue go in first" said Riski.

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