PAPA LOVE ME

29. Mex Alexander.

In a dominant room the red color has been neatly cleaned the servants of the house. The owner of the room was in the bathroom, a few minutes later he came out wearing a white t-shirt and torn trousers. Not to forget also a necklace that was tangled around his neck.

MEX😁.

Finishing his morning routine, he went down to the dining table. To have breakfast with his father, if you ask him where his mother is. Mex also had no idea who his mother was, where and where.

His father breathed in rough air, "you don't go to school anymore?" ask Deon Alexsander, papa Mex.

"Males Pa, it's not school spirit anymore." Mex replied honestly while sipping his cigarette.

Deon did not ban it, as long as the Mex could control his own smoking.

"why? Did you give up chasing after the girl?" tanya Deon stared at her son intensely.

He knew that Mex liked a girl at his school and the school spirit son because of that girl. He wondered what kind of girl made his son fall in love.

"He's a guy's girlfriend." Mex replied, his voice sounded raucous his heart was very sad.

Why does he know everything about Zea? Of course he knew, he was a rich kid, Deon Alexsander owned a very large automotive company and spread in this country. Anything can be done in the blink of an eye. But not many know about this.

Both Deon and Mex are low profile.

"Then what's your plan?! You can't just leave your school." Strictly Deon, his voice was very firm and sharp.

Mex was silent for a moment, occasionally sipping his cigarette. "I'm a real man, you'll never give up before there's a legitimate word between them." Obviously Mex was very sure, he wasn't messing around with what he said just now.

Even though my blood doesn't flow through your body, you look like a lot like me, my inner Deon in his heart feels very sad.

"Alright, papa trusts you Mex. But just so you know, a real man will also give up to see someone he loves happy with others." Deon said with a claustrophobic heart, for some reason he missed someone.

A person who had gone far away from her for a long time, she missed the figure of that beautiful, meek and kind woman so much. Nothing is the same as that woman in this world, Deon said.

"That's not gonna happen to me, pa."

Suddenly someone approached the two, he was Deon's right-hand man in any matter. Then the man in a black uniform, handed him a brown map, I don't know what it's all about.

"Let's take your papa meeting to the office, Mex!! Papa has an event and can't attend."

"okay." Mex replied casually then started his morning breakfast.

You probably wouldn't believe that a Mex is the son of a person whose personality contrasts greatly in school. School is a waste of time, he said. If students from elementary school were given the right to learn the skills he had then everyone would be successful.

The success of a person cannot be seen just because of entering college. In this day and age, skill or ability is the most seen when applying for a job. There are already many jobs that apply the terms of practice directly during job interviews or by conducting training for new workers. It is true, with higher education, we can pin a degree on the CV when applying, but it is just a mere CV decoration.

If we don't have a skill. THEN IT WILL BE THE SAME AS FINENESS.

There is a quote that says that “all places are schools and everyone is guru”. That's a sign, we can learn anywhere and to anyone. That is, a person's skills can be developed anywhere and with anyone.

Again, according to Max Alexsander!

Although not a school in school, Papa Mex gave teachers to his children about the world of business, cooperation, public speaking, stocks and so forth. Not infrequently he represented his papa meetings and negotiated with clients.

The reason Mex went to school was just to meet Zea.

If you guys want to snack, right?

*****

Baskara Adiputra House, precisely on a large and luxurious dining table. The head of the family seemed to calmly sip his coffee, while reading the newspaper in his hand.

Kelvin sat next to Baskara for breakfast, as the clock was already 06:10 minutes. Alda and Susanti have not yet returned home. I don't know where he is and what he is doing.

"Kelvin.." said Baskara kindly.

"Yes, I am?"

"Happy birthday, son!! May you always be in good health of all your affairs. Here's papa there's a gift for you." Baskara handed over a brand new car key.

"Amen. Hehe thanks pa, is this for Kelvin?"

"Yes, yesterday you also bought a car for Alda too." Baskara said with a happy smile.

"Then for Zea?"

TING!! THE TONNG!!

Suddenly someone rang the doorbell, causing Baskara and Kelvin to stop talking and turn to the door. Kelvin stood up and walked over, and opened the door. How surprised he was to see someone in front of him.

"Woooh man, come in!! Your girlfriend again rubbed the crust in the bathroom." Kelvin's cerocos carelessly, laughing crisply, pulled Raka's hand inside.

"Good bang, thanks." Answer Raka politely, then follow Kelvin's steps to the dining table.

Baskara was confused by Raka's arrival, because she was like a stranger to the young man who visited her house. He looked at Raka, and thought hard.

"Hallo om Baskara, good morning." Raka greeting politely, by thrusting his hand to shake hands.

"By coming back, I seem to see you often. But where, huh? I forgot." Baskara answered while receiving Raka's hand and looked at the boy in amazement.

"I'm Nando's son, om. yes we've met in papa's office." Raka looked over with a smile explaining.

"really? Why are you so handsome and handsome? Ah, when you were a child, you also had the seeds. Who was your name? Just so you know, Nando was my friend from childhood." Clearly Baskara was at length, with a friendly Smile adorning his face.

If it's like this Baskara looks very good and wise.

"I'm Raka om,"

"By the way here early in the morning what is the need, son?"

"Yes, pick up her boyfriend or something else? isn't it Rak?" Raka nodded shyly.

"Oh, seriously?? So you're already the same Alda huh? Well, he's told me a lot about you." Said Baskara with a laugh. "But now Alda is not home, how dong?"

"I'm not here to pick up Alda om, but the other girl om."

SERIATE.