Me VS Crazy CEO's

Refuge

"What are you gonna do left alone ?" Jihad is still trying to button up his shirt.

"What the hell, anyway it's normal," Ica still packed Jihad's clothes in a suitcase, just a few not many.

"Did you have to go with me ?" Ica immediately nodded.

"What ga ga should I follow packed as well, "but again it's just dare he put it in the heart.

The trip from Jakarta to Bogor alone, fret rich travel from Sabang to Merauke. How did he leave her to London for 4 years ? the henchmen alone, never once contacted him.

Several times Juwita to send a notification to Ica.

"The CEO's father is fretting about not coming, Ca ! new nyampe hotel, I'd like to go back, "

Ica let go of a tired and heavy breath. Why jihad ? not knowing maybe because he is too stressed or tired. Tired ?? sure enough, if Jihad is at home he is always in parentheses like a dove in a golden cage.

"Why Ca ?" ask Kara.

"Cape Ra, don't know why. sfor, really cape ! even though the work is only diem doang at home. Most back and forth here doang !" she replied, Kara raised her eyebrows, for what's sake ? Ica already spent potato chips for pack 4.

This is the old Ica !!! vulturine.

"My mother !" as usual Ica already considered Kara's house like her second home, she glanced towards the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"Loe so take semester 2 Ca ?" tanya Kara put disposable diapers on Lendra.

"So rich, because at home there is also no work Ra !"

"Did you get acc from Ji ?" Ica nodded.

"Can I ? can't yesterday be ?"

"Can be ! the temptation of the bed where strong he is, "kek Ica.

"Wowwww ! applause for Mami Ica, daddy Ji's handler !" kara clapped her hands.

"No dear !" It was Lendra who grabbed Kara's hair and started pulling her narik.

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Ica has re-registered and is preparing to continue her studies again. Before really going home, he took the time to visit his home, he had long not visited his extended family.

The front alley remained inaccessible to cars, forced Ica to tell Mr. Mulya to stop in front of the alley near the gate.

"Sir, if you want to go home, just go home ! I'm here a long time, later if I want to go home I'll call !" pinta Ica to Mr. Mulya.

"Yes ma'am, I say ma'am ! " Mr. Mulya turned his car around when Ica was down.

drrr.tts...drrttt....

Ica mobile vibrates,

"Hallo bang, "

"Where's bakwan ?"

"Otewe stacking house !" her laugh.

"Mama's house ?" Ica.

"Open ?"

"That's a bang, "

"Okay baby, greetings to mama, father to each other. Take care of me.."

"Yes, you too !"

Throughout the course of Ica like flashback venturing into the past. the time he was still struggling to get a rupiah coffer to fill his stomach. Same way on the same path but under different circumstances. This street is a witness where he fights for his life. During the night pass the streets of the alley measuring 2 times the motor, with his cheap flatshoes shoes that he almost never replace before really damaged or hollow.

But look now, he walks with a bundle of luxury attached from head to toe, in contrast to his former life.

"Hey sultan ! sultan's time on foot !" screamed a woman. Ica turned her head, her smile grew, the bottom of the mother bar god level bar mother.

"Mac !!!" Ica waved her hand.

"Sultan has become a commoner apparently !" as usual at this hour he will ngangon his son the Ovi, like the Merry and his little sheep.

"Haha ! I'm just a commoner but a beautiful mak ! the sultan mah maki !" Ica replied as usual, he walked a little quickly approached and sat on the edge of the fence owned by Mak Ovi's house.

"Where's the tiger duo ?" ask the other two.

"Si Eni again ngantar his son to teach, let ga blangsak rich his father can not bacain yassin to make his crank !"

"Si Warsih again to his father-in-law's house, afraid of being crossed out from the heirs of his land-in-law !"

The answer of the woman who was 13 years older than him always escaped smoothly from her mouth without a strainer.

"Keep mak ? still here ? isn't bosen a house pigeon ? no house will be carrying mak !" Ica Seloroh.

"The two sons of the Ca region, in-laws far away in Java, the Ovi ngajinya ntar abis maghrib, "

"Child ? this age is still called a child ? how old are you ?"

"Si*@lan loe !" decih mak Ovi, both laughing, Ica still at home sitting there, until some street vendors he stopped as a hungry hanger interlude accompanied their chat. Ica seems to be nostalgic, jajan jajan rinses like this. Ica decided to go to her mother's house.

"Thank you Ca, come here often ! let the cave be full !" the stricken, Ica laughed.

"Do'ain let Ica windfall smoothly mak, so that can jajanin continue !"

"Aamiin, I do'ain !"

*****

"Assynolayam !"

"Guiluah, "

"The son just came home !!" exclaim Galih raised his feet on the porch wall beside the tongue-in-law flower pot owned by Mamah Ica.

"Ateu Ica !!!" Momo who is being served Mira tea in the secluded chair, already fragrant telon oil mixed with lemongrass oil it's a sign Momo just took a bath, her face white white already rich persimmon.

"Ateu ain't the same daddy Ji ?" ask her.

"Daddy is working again, "Ica replied sitting next to Momo.

"Tumben is here ?!" Riski's coming out, everything here is a sign today the men in this house are on the morning shift. Remembering it was afternoon.

"To really late afternoon Ca ?" ask Mira tea.

"Yes tea, just hang out first with mak Ovi tuh in front while snacking !" ica answered, he gawked into the house to get a drink, he checked the refrigerator, his eyes sparkled to see a tuperware filled with sauerkraut.

"Eh, there's a pickle ! who's it got ?!" Ica took it and ate it.

"Eat, mamah who makes karen !" replied mother.

"Ca, you're fat now !" ka Novi.

"Due the hell ?"

"Turn back to nature ka, once se mox ya se mox !" seloroh Galih's.

"What was I fat ?!"

"Happy now, want anything to buy !" galih answered, reflecting white smoke in the air.

"Loe for cigarettes don't come here bang ! there is a little boy ! smelly tau not !" Ica brushed off the nepis of cigarette smoke in the air, while Galih grinned as her leg was kicked by Riski who agreed with Ica.

Suddenly there was no wind no rain, when Galih deliberately sat beside Ica, Ica felt nausea.

"Didhih ! you wear perfume what the hell bang, the smell of oil for people meninggoy tau ngga !" Ica thumped and clamped her nose.

"Have a son by the way ! this is an expensive perfume !!" sewot Galih's.

"But, loe's taste ! so rich smell of week market cabe cabe !" still protesting Ica. This is what would happen if Galih and Ica were put together in one single-seat roof. Riski not mediate but instead laugh, since Ica married home does feel lonely. So when Ica visits is the most missed moment.

Ica really did not like the scent of Galih perfume, he vomited vomit to the bathroom.

"That's really the Ica don't like it ? kirain's just kidding me ?!" tanya Riski, Mira tea, ka Novi and mamah glanced at each other and shuddered the shoulders, then mamah saw Ica, helped her massage the nape of Ica and held the hair along Ica's back, always smooth and black, always, his son's sign is well taken care of.

"Still nauseous Ca ?" ask mama.

"Udah mengingan mah, "Ica replied washing her mouth and face.

"You're making hot sweet tea, huh ?!" no wait long, mamah Ica went straight to the kitchen, the condition of the kitchen has been renovated thanks to joint venture money of course Jihad money is the most instrumental here.

"Ca, still nauseous ?!" tanya tea Mira nibbled on the shoulder of Ica who was sitting at the dining table.

"Galih to change clothes, "chuck again.

"Good tea, don't know why. Usually also gini rich gini !" Ica is still parno with the incident of pregnant wine yesterday, because the nausea is felt almost the same, what is possible the level of hCG is still there and high, has not it been more than a month he was declared to be back to normal ? Already at 8 pm, but the nausea was not yet gone, even Ica had vomited for the 2nd time. His body was also quite weak.

"It's just good to go here first, make it tonight !" ica's mother rubbed eucalyptus oil on Ica's back and abdomen, with Ica's head on her thighs*, warm.

"Yes mah, Ica males also make it home, quiet just there bi Denok, security guard same driver. It's also Mr. Mulya only until 10 o'clock, malem,"

Ica decided to report on Jihad, and,

"Bang, I'm staying at the mama's house."

"That's mah's father ?" exclaim Ica heard a male voice that he very memorized, the first male voice that he heard on this earth, through the sound of his adhan in the ear of a small Ica.

"His wealth, just got home !" answer mama. Ica immediately went to see her father.

"Ica, when are you here, son ?" asked the father who had just taken off his shoes and saw his youngest daughter was already welcoming in the doorway.

"So that afternoon, Dad just came home ? ko malem really yah ?!" ask Ica.

"Yes, just had a coffee together with Wawan sir Rt in front !" answer father.

"Now ! I'll change my clothes, I can't watch you vomit 'em !" dumel Galih's. Ica laughed looking at Galih's sour face. But when his laughter blared interspersed with the rest of Riski who was preparing to go futsal.

"Dad, Momo's coming !" whinek the boy who had started to enter the playgroup.

"Dad wants to play ball, play ball is all guys, so Momo can't come !" ask her father not to let the girl come.

"But Momo wants to come with me !" his whine almost broke his tears.

"And there's mom, there's Galih, there's Ateu Ica !" his father answered the knot of his shoelace.

"Ateu Ica nginep here ?" ask Momo.

"Yes, Mo !" answer Ica.

"Momo bobo with Ateu ya !"

"May Mo !! tonight bobo with Ateu Ica aja, "excited Riski fast motion.

"Select !!! say aja loe want to ngungsin Momo, let the middle of the mallem is not disturbing !" sewot Ica, Galih laughed in satisfaction, this time there was Ica who was one voice with him. But in the midst of their laughter, someone arrived.

"Assalamualaikum, "

"Guiluah, "

"Ang ?!"

Jihad with the suitcase he dragged was already in the doorway.

"Well, Momo isn't going to dong ?!" ledek Galih laughed again.

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