Me VS Crazy CEO's

Love you like crazy

Ica's eyes glint like a fork that she uses to stab pieces of meat on her plate if highlighted by light, clear to make glare, women are indeed scary if in angry mode, can't be described anymore, angry bull ? the giant buto ijo that is ready to feed a living human life ? a combination of both.

Jihad explained at length to Catherine, if she was married. If since setting his foot back in London he has indeed left his heart to a woman, so he became a heartless man when in London.

"Say the same as him ! if still ngeyel, I will spray wearing sampean mak Ovi, let me stop ! " call Ica from the dining room.

Mamah Vivi covered her lips wanting to laugh.

"He won't know who Ovi is, so you're here !" answer Jihad.

"Such males, "thin.

"Doctor's word what's Ca ?" ask mamah Vivi. Ica put her spoon and fork and reached into her sling bag.

"It's funny, it's funny ! though Ica did not know his face, but the rich they will be funny, "excited Ica.

"God is funny to be a granddaughter of the mother, thank God. May you be healthy yes Ca, smoothly until delivery, without lack of anything, "

"Aamiin mah,"

Ica turned her head to look at Jihad with the London boulevard, she occasionally saw the appearance of herself.

"Bule London wants to be in bandingin same bule Depok, cih !" muttered Ica screeching.

"Obviously I don't care !" he frowned.

"Faithful gate, Ca.." said mamah rubbed Ica's back while moving.

"Where are you going ?"

"Nemenin who is in front, ga pantes left alone, "answered Vivi, finally inevitably Ica follow the tail ahead.

His eyes had even displayed an aura of hostility that was so fierce to the Caucasian.

Congenital pregnant women or indeed congenital Ica, if the radar does not like to sound beep ! then he'll be a shitty person.

Ica is back, the bar is back !

"Why did he come here ? want to disturb people ? or want to beg men ?!" Ica sat down to cross her legs.

"Ga need cry deh, it's just alligator tears doang, not mempan !" maybe if Kara was here, she would laugh at the rich English Ica drinking again eating a peppercock.

For what sake, the bule even just gawked not understand what Ica said.

"He doesn't know yank, "

"Wild ! intentionally !!" he is in Jihad.

"Sorry, I don't know !" great-grandson Catherine.

"You in this world hug men people just quite the same sorry, maybe the number of cases of infidelity will increase in Indonesia ! if the wrong person is quite the same sorry, prison is full ! no need for a trial, no need for a trial, just an apology !" Ica can't control her emotions right now.

"Honey, he's sorry," replied Jihad directly in reply to the fierce gaze of Ica, mamah Vivi only showed her smile, not warting.

"Pregnancy hormone bang, her emotions like exploding. Try persuading his wife" whispered manah Vivi.

"I'm so sorry, " Catherine looked down and looked down, shedding her tears.

"Heuhhh !" Ica growling.

"Tell me not to leave, I don't like to see people ! tell him to go home ! so my nausea is her !" nagel Ica stood up and turned towards the room, looking at the woman who made tears as a weapon, most disliked by Ica.

Finally Catherine wanted to return to her country, taken care of by Muni sir she could return to London. His love must run aground before it develops, at least he has ever struggled.

"So the girl ko until his side, use nyulus, rich no other guy !" his nagging again regretted Catherine's actions. Does he think the men in London have become ugly all ? until I have to chase the Indo guy.

He was still upset to remember where the moment of Jihad was embraced by other women, unlike when embraced by Kara, Ayu, or mama.

There was a hot feeling in his chest, making him short of breath. The annoyance provoked his tears to come out. Just this time Ica cried for this chatty thing. Though it used to fall whatever he was, his soul was still resilient, not as fragile as dry twigs like this.

He sat on the edge of the bed, tired of feeling he was laying down on the bed, turning sideways to his back at the entrance.

Chequelek

The door to the room is open. Jihad opened his jacket, and put it on the chair.

He then joined to lay down his body beside Ica, with heart and soft hand Jihad hugged Ica's stomach tightened his body to be able to sip the scent of Ica's soothing body. Ica was in revolt, but clearly her strength was not strong enough to resist.

"Passed !" acrimoniousness.

"Still angry ?"

"Don't long be angry momy, daddy time should be far away the same for twins," he kekehnya.

"Get wooing, not funny bang !" Ica took off the embrace of Jihad and immediately woke up as well as Jihad.

"Why don't you guys have anterin boyfriend !"

"So all this time I've only been in boongin. Said waiting but it turns out outside already have a girlfriend ! I'm bo*do bang, but I understand what he's talking about !"

Jihad never once interrupted Ica's speech, he knew the character of Ica long ago. He knows how to deal with Ica's anger.

"She uses memories that used to be in college, yes !! your college years were beautiful, so why ?! I feel like selling peanuts tau ngga ! what is it that's what ? let you come back with him or let you make him my honey ? ogah ! naji*s ! by the way, I won't be able to mo*ny3t either !" his eyes even reddened, and then melted Ica tears, Jihad just need to be patient, he was facing the emotional rage of pregnancy hormone Ica overflowing.

"Ready ready to take the pregnancy hormone Ica, the strong yes firstborn ! must patient. The pregnant woman needs the same sabarin in gentlerin, "That's what Vivi said to her before following Ica to the room. Several times Jihad breathed a long breath to hear the uneg uneg Ica all of which was just a fear of Ica, unlike the reality that occurred.

Even the speed of Ica speech can be equated with wind speed.

"Udah angry ? cape no ? I'll take a drink, okay ?" haggard Jihad smiled.

Ica hit Jihad's chest and arm.

"I'm angry you can still smile. My stomach is still flat you can already nostalgia the same ex most beautiful, especially if my stomach is distended later the same twins !" Ica a reluctance to hit Jihad's chest while leaning the top of his head on Jihad's chest, was tired and angry like this. Ica could usually call Catherine the most beautiful ex, Jihad almost blew his laughter.

"I love you, "the whisper of Jihad rubbed Ica's head, which Ica immediately brushed aside.

"Bulshittt ! don't believe you anymore" he murmured but his hand had weakened, Ica no longer resisted when Jihad again rubbed his head gently.

"Love you like crazy !" whispered again. There was no answer or response from Ica, Jihad tilted his head and slowly looked at Ica's face, apparently this pregnant woman fell asleep.

Jihad laughed without a sound.

"Love momynya twins, don't get angry anymore, baby, " whispered Jihad put Ica in bed and covered her to the stomach.

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