My Neighbor Apartment

Chapter twelve

It's been a month since he last came to the house of the brother, I can brag with the nephew. Spending my time on a story exchange session with my sister, there are so many things I want to tell you.

An encounter with a man who was once in his past, a man who was able to steal his attention. The figure of a handsome man who became a idol, may be very different from the past.

The shadow of the meeting a few days ago was able to shake the recesses of his soul, a soul that had once been injured. Now he can smile brightly, is there someone he wants to reach out to until I get what I want?

I became curious to get to know him further, must be able to get a man who is able to make his spirit grow blazing.

None other than Ceo, the owner of the Bhakti Group company, the charm of a Ceo is able to captivate the heart of women who emigrate, now Ara has worn her hijab.

With graceful clothes wrapped around her body, Ara stepped her feet to go to work. A place where he can survive, fulfilling his daily needs.

A black sedan car ripped through the streets of the capital this morning, once in a while I started humming my favorite song. Singers are also very fond of young children, teenagers, who often wara-wiri on the television screen.

Walking very gracefully Ara has entered the main lobby, many employees have started to arrive.

"For Ma'am Ara." said the servants who looked down respectfully, and they smiled especially the Adam who was fascinated by the appearance of the beautiful woman standing in front of him.

The people of Adam did not blink to look at the scenery that he thought was very beautiful, like the morning sun that emits its rays.

"By the morning, happy work!" he said Ara greeted his employees. Her thin smile was able to hypnotize, a Plenary beauty with a very elegant innate.

Ara had already left the main place, choosing to enter her room. Perfect as far as the eye can see.

"Thank you beautiful Ms. Ara." cried the officer who was still standing looking at her.

Ara turned her body around before turning towards her room, "Smiling faintly, and nodding as she continued to step on her feet."

*

Muta was already in his work room, piles of papers filled his desk, making Muta not struggling with the amount of work he had to finish immediately.

Many times his hape rang, but he ignored it because his current job was more important than the sound of vibration in his hape, the sound of vibration to the point of squealing his eardrums.

The focus is not distracted, even though it is time for lunch. Muta also chose to leave his lunch, and switched with papers scattered on the table.

*When did it end? when not finished the other, the other has arrived , and neatly stacked in a pile of papers whose writing makes him dizzy seven circumference.

Tok* Tok Tok Tok Tok

"Lake in!"

Klekkk

"Sorry sir, there are guests in the lobby, he said, my friend! he's waiting downstairs." The secretary told their Ceo.

"What's his name?" tanyanya Reksa is still busy reading the documents on his desk. Sometimes trying to remember, but his memory nil seemed deadlocked, and did not find a definite answer.

Although it has been remembered many times, did not find the answer, or the name of someone in the stolen. It's so dead-end to just think about it!

"Sorry sir I forgot to ask!" the answer is honest, short.

"Yes told you to wait, I'm in 5 minutes I'll go down to see the guest!" Muta had already put the ballpoint pen in his hand. She had closed the sheets of paper, after which she opened to be re-checked.

The secretary had already walked out of Mr. Ceo's room, had returned to his desk.

*

No No No

Clattering the footsteps of someone entering the main lobby, mutual frown looking for the existence of someone who is foreign. No one he suspected, Reksa was ready to turn his body back into his room.

"Mas Reksa.," he cried a sexy-clothed woman who called him, surely someone who called him knew him well.

Muta looked back to see someone who called him, initially hesitant to stop, so curious to make Reksa stop his steps.

His eyes widened in shock at the sight that made the eyes hurt, the clothes were open enough to make Muta repeatedly swallow his saliva.

"M-yes!" he said in a tone in the clear.

"Mas Reksa." said Maya who was fascinated with the man who called her Mutual mas. His childhood man when he was both still sitting in junior high school (SMP).

Reksa brought her friend Maya to go upstairs, to her room to be more free in talking. Fear if anyone sees, his image as a handsome, calm, and charismatic CEO is lost because of an accidental mistake.

They start chatting about their past, their delinquent period begins. Muta heard the story of Maya laughing out loud, remembering her youth that there was no calm.

"Now you're getting handsome, successful! what's the recipe, Sa?" maya asked with a blink of one eye, her intention to tease Reksa.

"As you can see!" the answer is as it is, no one needs to close everything as it looks today.

Both are nostalgic considering the difficult times, with life lessons, and the spirit of wanting to be a successful person. Finally his dream began to materialize, the level of the economy was already slightly improved.

Mutual itself has been widely known in the world of young business people, the company should be calculated .

The company is able to compete with Pradipta group companies, and some other largest companies.

His hard work yielded sweet results, results that m