Me VS Crazy CEO's

Population census

"Bent on bee, take a breath first ! if later I pass out in the dalem do not in gelindingin until the clinic ya ?!" Ica grimaced, believe it or not new this time she would meet people and not ghosts, but was nervous to death.

"Ekhem !!! hoffff..hoff.. !" Ica cleared her throat to expel her discomfort and took a breath and threw it away.

"That's all rich people want to be born, calm down baby. Mamah ain't gonna nelen you alive, need to be chopped first, trus cooked !" answer Jihad even more tempting Ica.

"Njirr ! uh, sorry sorry sorry !"

"Surge !" Ica pushed Jihad slowly from the rearview mirror of the car, Jihad just laughed to see the wrong Ica this way, tidying up his appearance through the car glass.

"Is it right to meet me the first time you're also rich gini?" ask Jihad who put both his hands in his pants pocket.

"Boro boro !" sarcas Ica lied, did not know Jihad, Ica even to touch up several times in the bathroom office.

"Bagusss ! durhakim's future wife !" Jihad pulled the back of Ica's shirt and pulled her inside, like pulling a kitten.

Where is the romantic impression if this.

"Here, don't pull gini nyonkk ! rich kittens have got it !" Ica protests.

"What a beautiful cake, would like to meet you !" Ica. Jihad raised his eyebrows next door. Like being given a chance by this girl. Jihad deepened his gaze on Ica, a gaze that could sedate any girl. Jihad's hand pulled Ica's waist to attach to her, making her master instantly close the body that began to be slightly slender because of her fatigue looking for a piece of diamond.

The two even exchanged glances, only this time Ica felt her name fascinated by the figure of Alvian Jihad.

"Ga get rich gini bee, I got baper !" great-granddaughter Ica.

"Flame !!!" Jihad blew Ica's face and laughed.

"Ihhh rese nyi Blorong !!" Ica hit me and was about to take Jihad.

"It's so funny that your face bubble, if you're fascinated by the rich oon !" laughter Jihad. Jihad retaliated by putting Ica's head into his armpit.

Cheeklek !!!!

Suddenly the two were staring at the door with a grappling position.

Jihad's mother opened the front door because she heard a noise outside.

Glekkk !!!

Ica swallowed her saliva hard. It was not this moment that should have been captured by Jihad's mother as her first impression of seeing Ica.

Jihad let go of Ica, and tidied up her hair.

Jihad's mother was quite surprised to see the two like a kitten in their infancy. But a second later he laughed at the expression of the two, let alone looking at Ica's face.

"Eh, good afternoon uh afternoon.eh," Ica raised her head outside the porch to see if it was still noon or it was already afternoon. Jihad poked his lips, looking at the nervous Ica.

"Aunty afternoon, "

"Waalaikumsalam, " answered the mother of Jihad.

"God forgets, why so suddenly oon, assalamualaikum !" Ica breathed a tired sigh.

"Ji, who is this?" ask mother.

"Know this Ica, mah ! Humaira Khairunisa, "the Jihad answered. Jihad's mother's brows that had originally frowned turned relaxed.

"Aahh, this is Ica. Ica.which makes my child not want to date other girls, which makes my first child refuse to be introduced to other girls, "

Jederrrr !!!!!

The earth was shaking, the sky seemed to collapse on Ica's body, Ica should look perfect with the statement of Jihad's mother as if Ica was the perfect girl until a man like Jihad rejected other girls, she said, that's probably more everything than Ica.

The paler it was made of, the hands cooled like ice. His brain so blank can not think anything, believe me what Ica wants to do now is to take off his wedges and run as fast as jumping out of the fence towering like a prison wall. But the reality is not to take off his shoes and run, only to move his limbs he felt stiff and numb.

Jihad grabbed Ica's hand,

"Yes mah, this is the man, Ica.the girl who has made Jihad rejects all girls, "Ica turned her head stiff, between fullness and fear.

The face of Jihad's mother examines Ica from top to bottom, turning to look towards Jihad.

"For an okay appearance size, be polite !" the answer. Whether Ica should cheer to light match firecrackers, or he should be afraid from the beginning only the mother of Jihad really pay attention to the seedlings, bebet, weight. Ica is very understanding, every parent wants the best for his child, especially Jihad is a CEO, of course that factor is important, as the standard of a prospective dream daughter-in-law, not an arbitrary woman who will marry him, he said, half his confidence eroded the water of doubt like a landslide.

"Please enter Ica, in her hut aunty same om," her face warmed up to look at Ica.

"Yes?" the Ica Beo,

Jihad's mother chuckled, seeing Ica's innocence, "so want to be outside or want to walk yourself inside? can't your aunt carry you in ?!" asked the middle-aged woman, despite her age of almost half a century, but her beauty did not fade. Perhaps expensive skin and facial treatments make it look youthful.

"Thank you aunt, "Ica bowed.

This is not a hut, which hut whose floor is covered with marble, if at home it may have been dismantled to be used as agate.

"Bee, so this is called a hut, and my house is called what ? is it the chicken coop?" tanya Ica whispered.

"It is you, "Jihad replied in a whisper.

"Busic*@lan !" hiss Ica, Jihad laughed.

"Bi, please make a drink for the guests !" pinta his mother Jihad.

Ica does not talk much at this time, her brain is empty like a water horn in the dry season, only echoing her own voice if hit.

Ica sitting on the front sofa, omg...! the sofa is softer than the bed in his house. Jihad left the two in the front room to his room.

"Ica, how are you ? at that time we met while still in High School?" ask Jihad's mother, from her style of speech alone has seen a classy woman, then what is the news with her who used to swear and nyablak.

"Good aunt, yes.but aunt is still beautiful, just as rich as ever !" answer Ica looking for a suitable stale base even though it seems crisp rich crackers, and looks like a sycophant who thirsts for thrones and treasures.

"Work or college ?" ask the mother of Jihad.

"Ica work and college aunt, new economics faculty semester 1," replied Ica, honesty is number one.

"Ica also works in the Jihad company, not intentionally aunty, Ica ga tau if it turns out.yes that's aunty," Ica hangs a speech, he feels it does not need to say. Jemari Ica has played the end of the blue sofa cushion so nervous.

"God ! my sawan, my legs are rich not on gini foot, "the girl mumbled sweat on her forehead.

"The rich man met with the Arab embassy, "he muttered again.

"Please non, "a housekeeper gave a drink to Ica, but Ica had not been drunk, the drink was nudged by her own aunt, until it fell and broke.

Prankkkk !!

"Astagfirullahaladzim, "

"Oh my God, sorry non-excuse me !" he said regretfully, Ica slumped from her chair to help the aunt.

"Bi, here Ica help.ga what is bi, the name is also not intentionally right !"

"www ! " squealed the aunt whose finger was pierced by broken glass.

"Eh, what's aunt ?" ask Ica.

"Sorry non, "

"Ga what what bi, here Ica help ! where's the p3k box ?" ask Ica.

"Let aunt medin alone non, later aunt make again drink it yes non, " Ica smile.

"Bi, don't bother bother.let Ica make her own, aunty just Ica !" answer Ica.

Ica forced the already unwell aunt to make her own drink, "auntie just wait here, let in front of Ica whistling !"

"No need to be non, let Surti !" Sur.." call her the other housekeeper.

"Oh okay if that's bi,"

"Sorry, no, "

"Udah sii, aunty relax, "Ica rubbed the housekeeper's shoulder.

"You've seen, Ica is sincere people, dating Jihad does not make him put himself more than others, until now in the office he does not want to be considered Jihad girlfriend, mah.. " say Jihad.

His mother smiled and patted his first son's shoulders who was already impatient to propose to his lover.

Jihad's mother went down, "this is why?" ask her mother to the other assistant.

"Anu ma'am, I'm sorry that Esih did not accidentally nudge his glass, " replied the assistant who was cleaning the shard shards.

"I'm sorry Ica, does it have to be the same Ica?" ask the mother of Jihad.

"Aunty, "head ring.

"Then mbak, get another drink for the guest, "ask the mother of Jihad, making the housekeeper nod.

"Come, where's your house?" ask her back.

"On jl.Flamboyan aunt, Duren village, but the durennnya not a cool widower, " replied Ica, aunt Vivi chuckled.

"Ahh, aunty know the area.Where is your house?"

"The house of Ica entered the alley again aunty, a small alley anyway, will not be able to enter the car, understand Ica house is not as big as the house of Jihad, but God willing can still make shelter, " there is no lie between Ica and aunt Vivi, what will be like Ica just leave it to the owner of life.

"Oh, how many brothers are you? "

"Ica the youngest of 4 children, 2 kaka Ica is married and has children, ka Novi is married to uda Dante, 2 2 his graduates D3, and, bang Riski married Mira tea they met on campus as well.graduation S1, bang Galih also S1 Informatics Engineering, if mamah same father is not a bachelor, but also, ica's father was one of the private employees at the printing press and mamah candidates make up artist but ga so, "kekeh Ica, told his family genealogy without shame. This question is like a population census.

"I'm sorry Ica, aunty asked a lot of rich again the consensus of the citizens, " replied aunt Vivi.

"What aunty, Ica understand.a mother will certainly do this, as well as Ica later, would want her child to hang out with good people good," answered Ica, replied Ica, but there was a line of fondness on Ica's face, whether he had enough of the criteria of friends who were suitable to associate with Jihad, he was not an LN graduate like Kara, he was not, even the replay value was a lot of red during High School, she was also not a model, or contestant of a beauty queen or cover girl.

"For aunty family background is important, but aunty is not a crazy evil girlfriend mother figure of wealth and power, rich on tv !" clawed.

Jihad only drew his smile from the upper stairs to hear all his mother's questions to Ica.

"Hayooo loh bang, what's up again?" Jian patted his brother's shoulder.

"That's !" show Jihad to his mother.

"Whoever again, beautiful bang !" Jian was about to approach his mother who was with Ica.

"Eittssss ! good, my candidate is !" jihad pulled his sister's shirt.

"Loe even laughs at the loe diospek mamah girl, the girlfriend of a loe laknat !"

"Once upon a time, you didn't know him?" ask Jihad. Jian observed Ica from top to bottom.

"We know, "

"That's Ica, the high school student I once brought home, "

"Oh that's so simple, that's what it's talking about ! debate page loe !" jian said laughing if given the fierce debate between them first, he remembered all the behavior of Ica who was berserk, never get along with his brother, but now will instead be a prospective companion of his life, he said, what if they get home, Jihad nods in agreement with laughter.

"Beautiful bang, don't you like me the same ?!" asked Jian.

"Gue tikung ya bang, "

"Gue hajar loe until abis, "Jihad replied, Jian laughed.

"When can you go to your house to meet your family ?!" Ica immediately gawked at the question.

"Well?!" Ica hasn't been able to digest aunt Vivi's speech.

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