My Perfect Husband's
CHAPTER 10 OCD???
Afif opened his phone after being disabled for about ten hours. He rarely wears this sophisticated object if he is in the office. Open a gallery and choose one of the most striking photos. A photo of a girl in a black hat and mask sitting with some street children.
Many times he saw this girl doing the same thing. Share food and sometimes take the kids to the mall to shop. And this photo is a delivery from Ryan who's been spying on the girl.
"Why did Ryan send you this photo?" Afif grumbled but did not delete the photo. He put the phone in his pocket and out of his room.
The sky was getting dark and he was just coming home. That's how Afif, for him there is no reason that makes him go home faster and feel at home in the big house. She has one younger sister, but they rarely interact. You could say their relationship is not close.
Ryan opened the car door and the young CEO walked in. Sit down and lean on her body that feels a little tired. Ryan started driving away from the Cavin Group building. The parent company whose children are spread in major countries. Which father? I don't know, maybe again make a living for his many children that😅
"What did he do today?" Afif turned his phone back on and saw a photo of the same girl but this time he was at school. Still sent by the same man.
"After school, Miss Nay went to the supermarket and went straight home afterwards. Not out of the house until now." Ryan glanced at Afif who was still staring at the flat object through the middle rearview of the car.
"Exclude my schedule tomorrow!" As usual, the Young Master's flat tone was an inviolable order.
"Okay, Young Master." Ryan could only sigh without being able to complain with Young Master's orders.
The car entered the yard and stopped at the door. Ryan opened the car door and Afif came out with his cold face. He entered the house followed by Ryan without glancing at the waiters lined up to welcome him home. They both went into the workspace.
"You've prepared everything?" tanya Afif opened her suit and threw it on the sofa where she was sitting.
"Here you go, Young Master."
"Don't get too many people, just invite business colleagues and company leaders! She was pregnant and I didn't want her to be exhausted" said Afif, who inexplicably never mentioned the name of the person she was referring to.
"Good." Ryan just nodded.
"Send me all the photos you got today!" Talking while playing a flat object that feels more interesting lately.
'What have I missed from this perfect human life? His attitude is strange.' Ryan grumbled inwardly, using the nickname he gave to the Young Master. His fingers quickly sent the photo that Afif had requested.
Back-to-back notifications rang out from the phone Afif was holding, his forehead wrinkled at the expression of the girl in the photo who turned grim after previously laughing happily.
"Miss Nay was sad because the girl she hugged there judged a pregnant woman without a husband to be a lowly woman." Ryan who knows why Afif's forehead shriveled also explained what happened.
Afif put his phone on the table and stared at Ryan flatly. "Prepare for the learning needs! By noon tomorrow, everything is complete in this room!" Still with his flat face and cold tone, as if there was no emotion in him.
"Okay, Young Master." Can only obey every command, without ter-to-cu-a-li.
"You can go home." Afif grabbed his suit and phone, then walked out of his study. Go to her room and stare at the big photo on the wall of her room.
After a long look at the photo, Afif stepped into the bathroom. Open one by one his clothes and enter the bathtub which was filled with warm water by the butler. Not just anyone can enter his room, only the butler who takes care of his bath water. Besides, he did it himself.
Afif smiled faintly looking at the scar on his left arm. The wound was made unconscious by the girl he slept with a month ago. Afif could have made the muscular white arm look smooth again, but for some reason, he did not treat the wound.
"What am I thinking?" Grieving and ending his soaking event. Afif went into the dressing room and put on his pajamas. She came out while rubbing her hair with a small towel.
Approaching the bed with the small towel on his shoulder, Afif grabbed his phone and lay down. This sophisticated flat object managed to distract a little from his work lately. Opening an app called Instagram, Afif followed only one person on the account Ryan created for him.
Selebgram girl who does not know what her face looks like, she is the one followed by this young CEO. Today, the girl posted two photos of her standing at the door with a couple of pairs of baby socks there. As usual, the girl covered her face with a black mask.
"Why does he always wear a black mask? Is it because her face isn't pretty?" Afif muttered to himself as he continued to look at the girl's posts, forgetting that he had mentioned that the girl was beautiful.
"Ck, put on all the masks!" Clucked annoyed but still scrolling through the screen hp saw all the girl's posts. The girl who sniffs the face wash soap by wearing a black mask, only a smooth white eel is visible. But strangely enough, like every post it almost touched a million likes.
Afif throws his phone on the bed, right next to him. Glaring at the ceiling of his room, he smiled faintly. Imagine how his Qiara-sister reactions, if there are new residents in this house. There will definitely be a drama that will probably be a little fun to watch.
"Married, I'm only 23 and I have to marry a high school girl." She still used to say it before going to bed, ever since Naynay was pregnant.
"Take dinner to the room!" Turn off the phone immediately after what he wanted had been heard by the butler.
Afif, a precocious man, a perfect man who is notoriously ruthless in organizing companies, a man whose overbearing nature is ingrained, and a man whose competitors fear.
This perfect man has never been in love before, despite the many women out there willing to throw his body at this young CEO. His wealth that has not been counted, certainly makes many of the opposite sex who want it. One way is to approach your sister.
Let's see, like what that feeling called love is toying with an Afif.
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