Me VS Crazy CEO's

Your cravings make hearts scream

Ica woke up, it seemed like she had fallen asleep for a long time. Finding himself covered, Ica frowned. Last he remembered he was crying in the breast of Jihad.

He went into the bathroom, not long after he was back. Ica intends to go home, from yesterday he did not go home, so kangen also the same house, he thought.

She sat down at the dresser and grabbed a comb, her eyes slightly puffy, and haggard.

Unknowingly behind him, Jihad had stood watching him, from the reflection of the mirror only Ica's face had changed in disgust, not knowing why since Catherine's arrival he was very irritated and lazy to meet Jihad.

"Wake up ?" Jihad kissed Ica's cheek, took over the comb from Ica's hand and began to cast aside Ica's back hair.

"I want to go home, " answered Ica Ketus.

"Yes, we'll go home. But eat first !"

"Sorry momynya twin, still angry ?" they looked at each other through the mirror. Not the words of Jihad he captured, Ica instead closed his nose as Jihad approached.

"What are you wearing ?! smelly tau no ! the smell of incense, the smell of eneg !" gidik Ica. Sontak Jihad scrunched his forehead.

"Where is keemenyan ?" the man had even sniffed the scent of his own body to find the scent of his body.

"Ordinary perfumes, "Jihad answered ensuring.

"You know ! husss there don't take deket, you stink !" Ica encouraged Jihad to stay away.

Smells ? this expensive perfume is likened to the smell of incense, which is right !

"Your idols are parodied what the hell yank is, the time is so fragrant. A fly on a stick, you said it stinks ?!"

"Which fly is stuck ? flies from London ?" ask Ica sewot, it looks like anything will go wrong now in front of Ica.

Jihad sighed a lot, to get an abundant stock of patience.

"I was wrong, don't talk about it, you cry again" Jihad relented.

"Emang, you're wrong, "

"Yes I was wrong, eat yu ! kasian twins, haven't been fed."

"Ga nav su !" Ica continued her hair brushing activity. Jihad did not expect Ica would be this thick if pregnant. He smeared his lips

"Well ? laugh, laugh, laugh ! don't be so an arrested !" fierce Ica who apparently still noticed it.

"What do you want to eat, yank ? let me be ready ?!" ask Jihad.

"I want to eat the same capcay, but the carrot is cut into the shape of love, it's already used tofu mixture. Same fried chicken. But the taste of fried chicken must be rich in the front warteg office. The cow's curd is delicious too!" Ica to the point of perceiving how delicious the shadow of the food he just mentioned, but not with Jihad, what kind of demand is it, do not bother the person who cooks, how to form carrots so love ?

"Yes already buy fried chicken in front of the office first if so, want ?" bargain Jihad, for the sake of Ica and twin ngusapin nutmeg bald people or needle in a haystack even if Jihad wants. Ica nodded, the important thing is that Ica did not reject him. Kan bothered that Ica continued to be angry, then how the fate of the entongnya in the next few months.

Jihad grabbed his jacket, then grabbed the key of the bike, he decided to use the bike alone to cut travel time.

Jihad reached the front of his office, the atmosphere was not as crowded during lunch hour. He got off the bike and into the warteg, all this time he just knew where Ica used to spend his lunch.

Jihad circulated the view, sweeping every menu presented from behind the storefront, looking for fried chicken and rendang with the sauce in question Ica.

"Order what mas ?" ask the guarding mbok.

"Mom, want fried chicken with each other rendang dikakein sauce, "he replied.

Jesus ! what is this test, do not let the fate of his junior is right on the tip of the horn, do not let the harmony that has just been created must be destroyed again because of fried chicken. If necessary, he would buy all the menus and give them to the father in order to exchange them for fried chicken.

"I'm sorry" said Jihad, the father turned his head.

"Yes, man,"

"My wife is pregnant, she wants to eat fried chicken here. But the chicken is only one, that's what you're ordering. If I may exchange it for money or with another menu, let's eat father, I'll pay, "this time Jihad uses his ability as CEO and business person, he said, which usually do exchanges and business agreements with large tenders that do not play nominal. Today he did a business exchange just for the sake of a piece of fried chicken, wow ! emejing !!! totally crazy. If you and Papah Riza know maybe both will laugh at this young CEO.

"Oh that mas, monggo mas what do you take, let me replace with other menus," fortunately the father just not kelulungan. Luckily, he was surrounded by good people.

"Mmd ! fried chicken I made this mas only, let me replace it with a balado egg only, "pinta the father.

"Sir, " replied the mbok.

"Alhamdulillah, "Jihad answered stroking the chest.

"Thank you very much sir, "

"Mom, the father's menu just add the rendang, then eat the father let me pay, " said Jihad a little whisper, the mbok nodded.

"Sir, thank you !" exclaimed Jihad smiling happily, the fate of the entong is still bright.

Before long Jihad arrived back at home, down with a black crackle, but just walking towards the dining table, he gasped when he found Ica already with a plate that was almost clean. That means Ica's been eating.

"Honey, "Jihad to spectchless, know what he feels, if Ica is his business partner, maybe Ica he has sued. If Ica is the opponent of his match maybe at this time Jihad has hit him with a tube, until k.o.

"What is this chicken ?" the face of Jihad is murky and frustrating.

"She later, I hunted the laper ! you eat the chicken, oh yeah bang, I want the ramjak on the deck of the city park !" Ica spoke easily. Mamah Vivi who knows what happened without Jihad just told me, laughing crisply.

"Papah was also rich in gini when pregnant brother, who was patient only 4 months !" mamah Vivi passed towards the kitchen.

"4 months ? just ?!" heart's slipping.

Jihad sitting beside Ica stared a long time ago and fixed Ica's face, sighing tiredly.

"Still nauseous ?" Ica nodded.

"Eat him a hunt, I want a ramjak !" door's stingy.

"Okay, I'm full of it but later that night, you are full of your obligations, "Jihad grinned. Ica glanced, "do not smile rich smile that, rich Joker know not. Mizhneremin !"

Jihad laughed, "honey, healthy yes, ngidammu make the heart scream, "murm Jihad tidied Ica's hair behind her ears.

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