Me VS Crazy CEO's

Motto of ridiculous life

"You can't, I can't believe !" Ica was still adjusting her breathing, feeling just yesterday she caught Sari crying.

"She is 4 months pregnant, "Jihad replied again.

"Why ?" ask Ica.

"Police are looking into the case, so in the office is still fitted with police lines, "Jihad nosed his nose.

"Please bang, the office is closed ?" ask Ica.

"For 2 days the office is closed, but then it is opened again. Just to give the police the discretion of the investigation, of course under the supervision of Juwita and Mr. Ridwan."

Jihad laid down his tired body.

"Sir.puk...."

"Here, sleep next to me, really cape !" he asked, Ica who had just taken a bath and was dressed lying down at Jihad's request, rubbing the Jihad's facial lines.

"You are too cape daddy, sleepwell, " said Ica, his touch led Jihad to dreamland.

Ica inched down slowly from the bed, then down from the room.

"Well, what else ?!" ask Ica to join. Mamah Vivi was surprised to wipe her chest, not wanting Ica to know, but apparently she was late to move the tv channel.

"Oh my God, that's an office, right ?!" this news was in the news on tv.

"Darling, "call mamah Vivi.

"What did you say, brother said. Ica knows that girl. Last Ica met the same time brother followed him mah, he again cry nangis mah !" answer Ica.

"Why ? any more problems ?"

"That's mah ! that's !" Ica pointed out when the news included a motive for Sari's suicide.

"Pregnant out of wedlock ?!" Ica nodded.

"Temen temen ob said there anyway, he said his girlfriend was not responsible, "

"Who is Ca ?! god, how !"

"Ica didn't dare to accuse me first, but ko happened to ya, he committed suicide on the floor of the financial division, pas really first tuh pak Bayu's girlfriend from the financial division, said temen his temen is indeed palyboy, flirtatious, "

"Jeez, so much that his girlfriend "Mamah Vivi clucked while massaging her chest.

"Maybe, "

"May the son of the mother be kept away from such vices, "his prayer.

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The events of Mbak Sari apparently affect the stock exchange in the office. There are always people who are jealous and spiteful want to see the company of Jihad fall. Plus Jihad felt there was fraud in his company.

The day is getting tougher, but Ica is always there to support Jihad.

"Here I go !" Ica pulled Jihad's hand towards the sofa, kept her laptop bag, and pulled the Jihad tie.

"Say guggle, the most powerful way to relax ! " he said giggling.

"Oh so said guugle ! say thanks to guugle," Jihad nodded his head while feeling Ica's massage.

"Okay, thanks guuglee !!!!" squeal Ica in the middle of the house, make Jihad that has closed his eyes and then open his eyes wide and pinch Ica's head.

"Inget ga, first time High School, you ask to be tempted because of betting camping time ?!"

"You're a whipped taroin parem, a lot of it until my skin is red, because it's hot ?!" jihad asked, both of them laughing.

"Salah see the bang, I think it is rich in a kind of traditional scrub, besides the Kara ma Ayu taunya like that. Same as oon !" Ica laughed again remembering the first Jihad to be overwhelmed because of the heat with sweat as big as corn kernels, the tip of Ica which was put into the garbage can by Jihad.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get to the hospital, what did Doctor Gina say ?" tanya Jihad pulled Ica and positioned Ica on her lap.

"Take a guess !" Ica put her forehead on Jihad's forehead.

"Emh, don't know !" jihad answered tightening his embrace at Ica's waist.

"Hm, lousy brother !" answer Ica.

"Alhamdulillah my hCG levels have gone down, yes even though it has not reached normal limits" replied Ica.

"Alhamdulillah, only 2 months we struggle, do not be tired huh ?!" added Jihad. Ica shook her head, "Never, for you I will never be tired !"

"Is there something else ?!" tanya Jihad saw Ica who was still as comfortable as her own smile.

"You can break the fast, "his great-grandson made Jihad laugh.

"Pake caps ?!" ask Jihad, Ica nodded.

"I'm afraid if I have to kb, later if it's time for me to get pregnant, even a lot of side effects from kb, " replied Ica.

"But the rich is that he says it's not good, "

"I'm wearing a raincoat !" Jihad blew his laughter, with Ica laughing.

"Thou mah !" Ica hit Jihad on the chest, random topics like this are amused to talk about. But at least relax the tired brain.

"Watch the rainy season again !" answer Ica chuckles.

"What office was it ?" ask Ica as her hands deftly open the buttons of the Jihad shirt.

"You are not dead, "Jihad answered.

"You want the same one that works in the market, do I need to burn your office to race ?!" this is the answer that Jihad always and always will miss. Entertainment is not how much for him who is hit by stress, Ica can always be a cool partner to talk.

"I returned to work, "add Ica tracing the chest of Jihad.

"Let's go, let you be my comfort woman, "Ica Manyun Jihad calls her the comfort woman.

"Think of lont3 what ! your language sir !" Ica clenched the forehead of Jihad.

"This is what does it mean ?!" tanya Jihad saw his shirt that had been opened only leaving a singlet shirt inside.

"Help change, "Ica replied biting her fingernails.

"Why don't you say it first, if here bi Denok can see !" Ica was about to descend from the lap of Jihad, but Jihad held her back instead she now carried Ica to their room upstairs, sontak made Ica wrap her legs around the waist of Jihad and put her hands around the neck of Jihad. Bi Denok is familiar with the view of the sling of Mbah surip ala them, aka not carrying where. Even if he is young he will be sirik with their togetherness, under any conditions always mutually supportive and friendly. Suddenly longed to hit her late husband.

"I miss your torn bread !" kekeh Ica, his wife's confession makes Jihad always able to laugh.

"It turns out that for 2 months my torn bread has changed so know how round ?" jihad raised his eyebrows.

"I'm a machine, usually if you know round like empty content just wind doang !" Ica made a stabbing motion of Jihad's stomach, from the t-shirt alone looks 6 cubes there.

"Kara's Sunday had a 4-monthly event at her house," Ica got out of the sling and picked up a T-shirt for Jihad between the folds of the t-shirt in the closet, she pulled the green t-shirt.

"Okay, Milo said, "

"I made chamomile tea yes, "Jihad nodded. Ica went down to the kitchen, she was painstakingly making this one drink. While at home in recovery, Ica made use of it by learning to cook, sometimes mamah Vivi who came to the house, or her mother and kaka kakanya including Mira tea. Ica rarely travels, but she is never lonely. The backyard where there is a swimming pool is also always enlivened by his nephew. His house has been transformed into a daycare. And Jihad did not mind that, instead he thanked his family for always being present for them.

A cup of chamomille tea is on hand. Ica exhaled tired, seeing Jihad was back struggling with her laptop.

"Can not bang, if at home not too often ngajakin laptop mojok, I already rich second wife.." lamented Ica. Jihad turned and grabbed the tea from Ica's hand and drank it.

"Enak, thanks..."

"The stock exchange in the office went down, still the effect of yesterday's events."

Ica raised her eyebrows next to sitting beside Jihad, and piled her chin on the shoulder of Jihad.

"Hem, gradually people will forget, the spirit yes.."

"I had to crawl from the beginning, yes even though it was not the beginning. Forced to ask for help Milo papah, "

"Jian ?"

"Jian my assistant, we agreed to ask Milo and Papah for help, but something strange, even though it went down. The fall is insignificant ! there is a strange income of the company, rich people falsify financial documents, so I want to ask Papah Milo to help, there is Raka same Kean too !" Ica nodded.

Jihad turned to him, "if I fall into poverty do you want to be with me ?" tanya Jihad arrived at Jihad considering the silly motto of Ica when High School, school, graduating dapet diploma, marriage with rich people, enter heaven.

"Don't you say that, you don't want to help me what ?!" Ica sewot's.

"What help ?!"

"Ga inget my motto ?!"

"Your silly motto ? how could I forget the same absurd thing ?!" Jihad is choking.

"School, graduate with a degree, marry a rich man, die in heaven !" say both.

"Well, the school has passed, graduated with a diploma, married a rich man has also frowned, just died in heaven..."

"My heaven is now at your feet, so if I leave you, my paradise ticket is dong !" answer Ica.

"I'm not a seikhlas that bang, it's delicious !" it sounds silly but Ica's speech is true, even though her words seem absurd.

"Your wealth is the same as your mother's mother next door to make you want to die, "

"Nwirr !" as Ica clenched her mouth straight away, the two laughed again considering the curse of the legend that had not come out of Ica's mouth for a long time.

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