Me VS Crazy CEO's

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Revan got up and turned around to beat up Jihad, but when Jihad wanted to return to reply Ica who had just stopped vomiting held his hand.

"Ji, you misunderstood !!" said Ica.

"Wait ! you misunderstand me, I don't know what Ica is doing. I just nolongin Ica doang, not more !" revan said, holding his face.

"Never touch Ica !!" Jihad stared intently at Revan, then turned towards Ica.

"We're home !"

"Re, sorry !" Ica, who was drawn by Jihad.

Jihad put up the seatbelt but Ica brushed her hand away.

"I can do it myself !!" reject it.

Jihad drove the car fast, there was no chatter between the two at this time, the gripping aura was so felt. Mood Ica fell to the bottom of the abyss, not knowing the end of this feeling was so sensitive, he was lazy to explain it, considering the Jihad that played haunt to Revan without wanting to hear his explanation first.

"I should have your permission to make a reunion !" say Jihad. Ica just stared at the scenery outside the car window. He did not expect Jihad that is usually wise, today can be arrogant.

Until the car pulled over in the parking lot of the house Ica remained silent, and chose to go straight into the house, reaching for glasses and drinking water because from that moment her throat was sore after vomiting.

"This is me why ?" he murmured, he should not be sick, but suddenly he felt severe nausea.

There was no reprimand among them for some time, Jihad who went straight to the bathroom and Ica who immediately laid her body on the bed.

Ica typed something on her phone, coincidentally she had Revan's number from the invitation that Mira's tea had sent her,

"Re, it's Ica..

I apologize again for the misunderstanding that my husband has committed.

I heard the cell phone voice shortly. Reply from Revan.

"It's okay Ca. I don't know what, just a little wound. How come you ain't got anything, right ?"

Thanks, thanks for helping.

Same same.

Ica turned off her phone, and chose to close her eyes, even though it was hard for her to fall asleep. Jihad went into the room, he was wrong, should have heard first Ica's explanation, the work that piled up made him dizzy, plus when he saw Ica held by his ex, broke his intention to be patient.

He was confused how to relieve Ica's awkwardness and annoyance. Jihad chose to lie down and approached, hugging Ica's body from behind.

Ica, who had not fallen asleep, refused, trying to release the embrace of Jihad. But his efforts were in vain, the energy of Jihad was stronger than him.

"Sorry, "whispers.

"You should say sorry to Revan, Ji. Not the same as me !" answer the ketus Ica.

In one go the Jihad turned the Ica.

"I should have heard your explanation first, "the two are facing each other sideways.

"Yes, and you bo*doh ! you're emotional, you're arrogant, you're haughty, "answered Ica took out all her uneg. Jihad smiled wryly.

"Yes, I'm arrogant, I'm arrogant, I'm emotional, and I'm bo*doh !" answer Jihad repeating Ica's words.

"I'm jealous, see you in the embrace of people," he continued.

"You can't be different about which one embraces the friendly one and which one is the one who nolongin me, when I vomit, you can't stop first, look at me who vomits vomit !" fierce Ica.

"Yes I was wrong, I'm sorry" replied Jihad.

"Which apologies were you ?" asked Ica, Jihad raised his eyebrows side by side.

"How many of my faults are there?" ask Jihad.

"Unlimited !" hatchlings.

"Mother's love, "alloh Jihad. Ica hit his chest.

"Ck, uhh !" Ica glares.

"Yes, yes.I apologize from the bottom of my heart for all my infinite mistakes !" say Jihad.

"Seriously apologize !" fierce Ica.

"This is very serious bakwan, "Jihad carries Ica's nose.

"You should apologize as well as Revan, " said Ica, making Jihad raise his eyebrows and shake his shoulder reluctantly.

"Ih, wrong time don't want to apologize ?!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, where's the number ?!" Ica smiled then quickly gave Revan's number.

"That's a big deal ! using what name, the most special name ?!" accuse Jihad.

"You need to start, he said apologizing !" sulk Ica.

"Yes, I'll apologize !"

"Ga there's an apology, you're sleeping with Revelation sir !" ica Threat.

"Eh ko ?!"

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Ica was still curled up in bed, not usually like this.

"Darling, are you sick ?!" ask Jihad.

"Huweekkkk !!!" Ica ran towards the bathroom. Jihad ran and helped him.

"You keep vomiting from yesterday, you're sick?" jihad.

"We're going to the doctor ?!" take Jihad, but Ica shakes her head.

"You don't have to go to the same campus office today, you just rest at home, "Jihad brings Ica back to bed.

"Bi, bi Denok ! please make an anget tea for my wife yes, "

"Oh ready sir, miss Ica is sick sir ?!"

"It's in the wind, from yesterday it's vomiting all the time !"

"Or pregnant sir, check with the doctor first, sir, or do not use the tespeck !" answer bi Denok while brewing warm tea and stirring it with sugar.

"Oh yes ma'am, why don't you think !" exclaim Jihad immediately pulled the key to the bike.

"It's like I'm going to take my wife first, go to the pharmacy for a while !" Jihad is so excited. Although he had called the doctor, but it feels incomplete if the advice bi Denok not followed.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am, can bi Denok come in ?!" his regards.

"So in bi, it's not locked, "Ica replied from inside.

"It's a warm tea, earlier father.Let's take a moment to the pharmacy, "bi Denok smiled meaningfully.

"Thank you, what do you want to do to the pharmacy ?" ask Ica.

"Buy the tespeck, "reply to bi Denok.

"Huh ?! tespeck ?!" Ica frowned, thinking of bi Denok's words.

"Make me ?!" Ica Beo.

"Yes, or ma'am, time for Revelation sir !" seloroh bi Denok, Ica chuckled.

"Once again, Revelation wants to use it ! yes bi, Ica has not come months since marriage, "the answer is laughable.

"Mother married same pas abis midah monthly guest ?" asked bi Denok, Ica nodded.

"The rich bi, Ica forgot !" the answer is frowning.

"Gee ! that means it fits the fertile period of bu, "excited bi Denok.

"Oh that's bi," Ica just menringis.

"Yes already, auntie cook first yes.mau made porridge ?" ask bi Denok.

"You need to eat rice, eat rice !"

Doctors have come, as well as Jihad who come to bring some tespecks with different brands.

It is undeniable that Ica and Jihad are so happy to hear the news of Ica's pregnancy, it is estimated that she is only 3 weeks old. Their conversation to have a child soon materialized. This house will be crowded with the presence of Ica and junior Jihad.

"Bang, Mira's tea is coming here with her kids ! look at me !" Ica.

"May, come let you have Temen !"

"Inget said the doctor, do not be tired, do not worry about heavy things. At home there is bi Denok, there is a pack of Wahyu there is Mang Jana, so if there is anything to say they are." Jihad is protective of Ica. Given the words of the gynecologist Ica is still very vulnerable.

He told Ica to stop working, just focus on college.

"But I'll be the boss at home !" said Ica.

"You're still in college, yank ! anyways if quiet same bosen, send tea Mira, ka Novi bring children. Or Kara's going home. Later also mamah Vivi often come here !" proposed Jihad.

"Yes, "Ica sneered.

"From before !" answer Jihad.

Unexpectedly, Jihad which is usually nosy, the same as bar bar, is now increasingly romantic and possessive. This is the personal side of Jihad that Ica just knew, getting married makes her learn more about Jihad, apparently 7 years together is not enough to dive into Jihad.

"You going ahead ? here I carry !" Ica chuckled pushing softly on the Jihad's forehead.

"I'm pregnant with Peakkk ! not the accident victim !" kekeh Ica's.

"The dudul ! in the car, fearing you are tired, "reply to Jihad.

"How many steps to the sofa, will not secape ngelilingin GBK !" Ica Seloroh.

But just as Ica stood up, Jihad had grabbed and held her, half running towards the sofa, until Ica herself reflexively put her hand around Jihad's neck and laughed.

"Take care of you first, before you'll be heavy for me to carry !" jest.

"So if my stomach is already big don't want to be fat again ?!" tanya Ica ruffled her waist, when they had reached the sofa.

"Well, most of your carrier will be short ! it's not funny that when my son comes out I turn into a gallon of water !" the answer made Ica laugh.

"This is my father what canister gas melon ?!!" Ica demonstrated as if she were his son later if Jihad shrank.

The pale face that had been almost 3 days of vomiting continued to be radiant again.

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