The CEO's Successor Wife

Chapter 18 Meet at the Panty

“ Excuse me bik! Dinner is ready!” said a little girl about 12 years old named Niken.

“ Alright! We will follow.” Bik Fatma.

“ Let's master, would you like to join – children home for dinner together!” bik Fatma to Akram.

“ Alright!” said Akram accepted to have dinner together.

The atmosphere at the dining table is already crowded filled by – orphanage children who amounted to about 26 people. Only a few seats still look empty.

Freya who assisted several orphanage children who were teenagers arranged and arranged – plates for – children of other homes in order to still create an orderly and disciplined atmosphere.

“ Ken, have you called Fatma's bik for dinner?” ask Freya after finishing organizing her sister –.

“ is already brother! Turns out guest bik Fatma has not returned.” Answer Niken.

“ Oh, so yes! Means I'll add one more of these dishes for the guest. Sis will soon take in the kitchen ya!” freya said as she passed into the kitchen.

“ Let's please sir!” said bik Fatma

invite Akram to occupy a chair that is already available plates.

“ Thank you bu!”

All – children of the orphanage salute Akram by lowering their heads. Although the figure of Akram is no stranger to them but the opportunity this time is something unexpected.

They can be at one table with the biggest donor for this home. Usually they can only peek at – peek at the figure of Akram when he visited the orphanage.

Children – orphanage so admiring the face of Akram that looks very handsome when viewed from a distance as close as this.

“ You cook this all Niken?” tanya bik Fatma is indeed Niken's duty to prepare dinner for – children who were helped by his two friends Andin and Sabira.

“ No bik. We just help.” Answer Niken.

“ Then who?” ask bik Fatma.

“ Hello bik! Sorry just this I can visit child – child.” Sapa Freya approached Fatma's bik who immediately kissed the back of her hand.

“ Ah you! Howareyou? You brat, how long have you not been here and now you do not tell me first.” Fatma hugged Freya.

“ Ah, I forgot. We have guests Frey.” Said Fatma patting her forehead which almost ignored Akram.

“ I already know...ah You...” Pekik Freya was very surprised to see Akram casually sitting on the chair in front of her.

Likewise with Akram, when their views met suddenly made Akram surprised but he could cover his face of surprise.

Seeing the reaction between the two of them made Fatma's bik knit both eyebrows.

“ You guys know each other?” ask bik Fatma.

“ Tent.u only bik, who does not know Mr. Akram the permanent donor of this home.” Obviously Freya

“ You are right! even though you have long left this home but you still know the donors of this home.” Saying bik Fatma.

“ Of course bik, kan mother often stories about the state of this home.” Said Freya trying to be calm so as not to make mistakes.

“ Alright then, let's start the dinner. I'm sorry sir who has made you wait a long time.” Saying bik Fatma.

“ No problem!”

The atmosphere at the dining table was awkward for Freya, unlike the usual one that could liven up the atmosphere.

“ Ah so awkward! Why meet him here anyway!” muttered Freya with a glance towards Akram. As he steals a glance, Akram also looks towards Freya spontaneously their views clash with each other.

“ Ah, die me. Our views are clashing. Ah... I hope the time goes quickly.” Freya said in her heart.

“ Thank you brother! Already stopped by the parlor. We miss the hell,” said Niken after they finished dinner and were gathered in the living room.

“ Aunty takes Mr. Akram forward. Tumben lho Mr. Akram was willing to visit the orphanage in addition to his schedule of visits. It was only a short while today, Mr. Akram even joined dinner with us. Really on the outside.” Connect Andin.

“ Yes right! we could see his face clearly. It turns out that Mr. Akram is very handsome.” Sabira.

“ Your base..ganjen very much anyway!” niken shouted as he rubbed the sofa cushion towards Sabira.

“ Ishh biari.

“ Already! You guys go into the room. Learn well.” Let's say Freya broke the debate between her sister –.

“ Good brother! Ohya kak how is Ezra?” ask Niken.

“ Easy – hopefully it heals quickly! Because next week Ezra will have a heart transplant. Hopefully it fits with him.” Freya Obviously.

“ Amin..hopefully Ezra quickly went home. Good night brother. Assalamualaikum.” pamit Niken followed by her two friends.

“ Yes. Walaikumsalam.” Answer Freya.

“ Ah.so it's awkward to go home and meet him.” Freya muttered, throwing her body on the sofa.

“ How is Ezra doing?” ask Bik Fatma who came from the direction of the entrance.

“ Start stable bik, and next week Ezra will undergo heart transplant surgery.” Answer Freya.

“ Thank goodness! But what about the cost Frey.” Ask bik Fatma.

“ Don't worry bik, me and Darren have collected from all our savings added from mother Syifa.”

“ Really? Sorry to bother you.”

“ Aunty talk what the hell! Troubled what. In fact we will feel like a child of the ungodly if we just keep quiet without helping.”

“ Ohya bik, sir Akram is home?”

resounding

“ Already! You should also go home, it's late.”

“ Alright bik. I'm home yes! Assalamualaikum.” Pamit Freya came home not forgetting to kiss the back of Fatma's hand.

“ Yes walaikumsalam. You heart – hearts on the road.”

Freya left the home. The day is late enough, the time has shown at 22:30 p.m.

“ Ah! What an exhausting day. Not to mention tomorrow! Ish is very lazy to come to his show. Basic sucks!” peekik Freya stretched her waist with both hands raised upwards.

“ Spirit of Freya!” freya shouted encouraging himself by stepping towards the stop with a humming to cover the turmoil of his heart.

Just a few steps past the gate of the parlour, Freya's footsteps came to a halt with unexpected inner shock.

“ Ah...Aging!” pekik Freya was surprised to see Akram standing leaning in his Marcy black metallic sedan.

“ You..”

“ Sorry sir! I have permission from Mr. Dafi if I come home late today. Then why are you still here?” ask Freya

“ Ckck... log in!” akram's Order.

“ Thank you sir, I took the bus only. There is still the last bus.” reject Freya.

“ Ah you are a hassle.” Said Akram who immediately pulled Freya's hand and led her to get into the car.

“ Eh sir...tung...” Freya's speech immediately choked when she got a gaze that seemed as if – would be able to kill at any time.

“ Alright..” said Freya resignedly following Akram's wishes that could not be denied.