THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Story of Tokcer

Tokcer couldn't stand the laughter of seeing the booze already as high as the stars in the sky. Detached from the real fact of the point. They have worked well but their salary is not fantastic that Andi.Tokcer ditungkan know that Andi just want to raise their prestige in the eyes of Nila and his friend.

"Ok then! It's already night time. We want to rest. You guys just go home! Girls are not good wildness in the streets at night. Tok... You just go home! tomorrow we have a lot of work to do. Aren't you taking Natasha for a walk tomorrow?"

"Yep..excuse me!" Tokcer turned on the car without turning his head towards Nila and her friend. Actually Nila hurt but what to say. Nila who first hurt Tokcer's heart.

Andi did not hesitate to leave Nila and her friend in front of the gate of her house. Andi felt there was no use in serving people who did not have a heart like Nila. When Tokcer in Nila's distress left him after hearing that Tokcer had lived a prosperous life, Nila tried to get the man's attention again. Until death Andi will not allow Nila to approach Tokcer again.

Nila and her friend looked at each other as if they had lost something most precious. But all have already happened a myriad of regrets are not there to be echoed throughout the village. It remained that Nila had to swallow the bitter pill for her arrogance in the past.

"We're going home yok! Looks like you still have to be with Damar. Tokcer might want to go back to you who already have a child." Nila's friend patted Nila's back to leave Andi's house.

Nila gave a small nod as she stared far away at where Tokcer's car disappeared behind the bend. His messy household made Nila think to try to find Tokcer again let alone heard Tokcer had lived prosperous. Who knows there is still love left in Tokcer's heart so that he can divorce her now and return with Tokcer. One more person was having an empty dream hallucinating something that could not happen.

"You heard Tin! Bang Tokcer is already a manager. His fate is really good. Who is Natasha called by the Andi? What village?"

"What do you think it is for again! Your chances are closed. If I still have a chance between Bonar and Tokcer. I will try to take one of the hearts of the two men."

"You have the heart for me, Tin?" tanya Nila sayu felt overstepped by her own friend.

"This is a matter of not having the heart of La! It concerns the future. I'm still a girl and you're a man's wife. Try to think who Tokcer or Bonar would choose?"

"Tauk.yok home!" Nila stomped to the floor and walked roughly past Andi's house to the end of the road to return to their village.

Atin came from behind with a million beautiful hopes. Atin of course hopes to achieve love among these three village youths. Life prospers without the need to think the kitchen smoke is not steaming.

As usual Tokcer was waiting early in the morning on the porch of the house to take Azzam and Afifa to school. Tokcer deliberately came early to meet the attention thief. Tokcer was getting excited to come to see more clearly the figure of Natasha. Natasha's night looks beautiful. Fear so exposed to the sun turned dull full of wrinkles on the face.

Tokcer's eyes shone brightly when people were expected to appear with Azzam and Tokcer's life-saving spouses. Natasha is much more attractive in the morning than at night. The girl was naturally beautiful without much powder polish.

Azzam seemed to pout Natasha to take him to school. Why she doesn't like installment girls. If his two sisters are flirtatious like Natasha, Azzam will not be disinclined by their laws. The price of a woman is from her attitude and ethics.

"Tok.. After taking between Koko and Amei you take Natasha around town huh! Don't forget to pick up your siblings when it's time to go home to school!" Citra said to Tokcer got the mandate to be Natasha's guide for a while.

Do not take it around the city, bring it home is also not a problem. Young and beautiful girl who might be missed Tokcer. Aware it is just a dream splinter but Tokcer will still choose to dream even if only overnight.

"Yes brother! I'll take care of everything! Let our brothers come on! Oye ..Nek Menik tipped fried cassava to Amei and Koko!" Tokcer walked towards the car taking out a box containing the favorite food of the two Citra children. Living in Bu Menik village often give them simple food.

"Geek Menik still remembers his granddaughter! Bring it to school. Koko's break time bring for Amei huh!" The image received the box from Tokcer and handed it to Azzam.

Azzam the single accepted without protest. Azzam's heart was already dull because of Tokcer kesambet si bule from America. Azzam will soon lose a good conco if Natasha manages to grab Tokcer's attention.

"We went mi...Pi's.." Afifa took the lead in the direction of Citra and Alvan. Azzam.

Natasha looked confused as to how. Follow Azzam and Afifa in the car. Inevitably Natasha asked for Tokcer's opinion flirting with the eye code.

Tokcer smilingly moved his lip-marked Natasha follow the way the two boys were parting. Natasha edged closer to Citra and Alvan did the same as Azzam and Afifa. The image glued for a moment and then laughed. There was already a bright path for Natasha to be more polite as long as there were good examples.

"Assalamualaikum.." cried Azzam and Afifa ran into a small car. Tokcer and Natasha walk the road behind following the two kids who can't wait to arrive first at school.

"Waalaikumsalam.." said Citra waving accompanying the two boys studying at school.

"Natashas...Thankfully, Daniel did not marry her. Age is enough but reason is still a boy. He is better suited to be friends with Azzam and Afifa." said Alvan while embracing the tiny waist of Citra. Alvan was stunned to feel that the waist was getting smaller. This is a sign of the image getting thinner.

"Well ready to go!" take Citra back to the house to pick up a briefcase.

Alvan is still unmoved thinking about the condition of the image's body that is shrinking. What pressure made his wife think. The events in a row make mental image fall to the lowest point. Amazingly there is not a word of complaint out of the tiny lips of Citra. All swallowed into the stomach.

"I'm sorry, baby!" hiss Alvan knew that this image was because of him. The pressure comes from the Alvan family and the Alvan problem.

The image did not know Alvan thought about the state of his body that was getting smaller. The image is no different like a mute person eating bitter melon. Can't say that it's bitter. Some of these times the image almost never feels how sweet it tastes. The feeling on the tongue is just bitterness.

A parting image of Omanya before leaving for work. How many more days Bu Sobirin will escort both parents Alvan depart. All almost completed taken care of Citra. Doctors and residences are available. Just wait to leave. Afisa will be home soon after the game. Already reached the final. Heru still faithfully accompanied his grandson in the Lion country.

Our story turns to a new couple who are kasmaran. Finished between Azzam to school, Tokcer invites Natasha to play to his neighborhood so that Natasha knows he is not the son of a rich man. Here Tokcer is testing to the point where Natasha's sincerity befriends him. Purely from a small heart or just admiration for the figure of Sangar Tokcer.

Tokcer's tenement house is quiet because mother is not seen in the house. Maybe you have gone shopping at Wak Sugeng. Shopping is close and cheap. Tokcer deliberately invited Natasha to see the real condition of him. Without the need for rich engineering, Tokcer also did not expect much from Natasha. Just a friend while the kid's here.

Natasha got out of the car without showing a depressed or disgusted face to Tokcer's surroundings. His face was still cheerful as if enjoying the trip offered by Tokcer.

"This is my home.I live alone with my mother here!" tokcer said as he knocked on the door to find out where his mother was.

"Your house is cold! I like.." said Natasha Rilex unaffected by the condition of Tokcer's house not at the end of Citra's house.

Tokcer was flattered no cynical words had come out from the young lady he had only known one day. Natasha's attitude is superel no matter who Tokcer is. To him Tokcer was like the most handsome prince in this world.

"Emak looks like he's out. We wait here!" Tokcer pulled out a rattan chair whose color had faded in time. Tokcer asked Natasha to sit there for a test of how the girl's reaction should be to place her buttocks in a shabby place. Usually leaning on the sofa millions are now sitting in the slums.

Natasha is normal. Even he casually rolled his eyes around the neighborhood to find out the condition of Tokcer's neighbors who lived a simple average life. Simple yet clean environment.

"You're big here?"

"Yes.my father died quickly! My mother raised me by herself as a housekeeper, washing rich clothes. Everything is halal. I love my mother very much. She is my only treasure." Tokcer's story shows how much she loves her mother.

Natasha thinks of her parents in America. They must be worried about Natasha running away to Indonesia. Why Natasha didn't think how her parents felt she ran away.

"Are we wrong to fight parents?"

"That's wrong! Try to imagine! Our mother was pregnant for nine months. For nine months carry us in him. Never complain of weight and risk life gives birth to us. Use what we repay them if not follow all their advice." Tokcer wisely pinch Natasha's heart.

Natasha is back. Why hasn't anyone talked to her all this time. All there is is is asking to be obeyed and then ask the money is not enough? Natasha grew up with a dollar bill without any spiritual treats.

"Nat...do you have a problem with your family?" ask Tokcer carefully fearing Natasha be offended.

"I ran away from home because I was bored. Daddy and mommy I'm busy working, my sister is busy too. I was alone at home without friends. They were just told to go to college to be great people. They never asked me what I wanted?" Natasha lets out a tear in the heart why run away from America.

"You should be grateful for the chance to go to college. Well look at me! College has no cost. Quite extensive High School. He is now a driver of the Azzam family. I am happy as long as my work is halal and close to loved ones. I suggest you go home to college and apologize to your parents."

"You also think I should finish college?"

"Of course ..It's far enough you walk a little stay you give up."

"If I go home I can't see you anymore dong!" Natasha twisted her lips to make Tokcer anxious. If Natasha was her boyfriend wanted it to feel like Tokcer****** those rannum lips.

"Finished college you can come here again. Find a job here. I'll wait for you back here. I'm not going anywhere!" Tokcer raises his hand in sworn allegiance waiting for Natasha to return to Indonesia. Tokcer did not want to think long about their friendship. Just go until the time that determines who Natasha is. A boyfriend or close friend.

"Relatedly? Later I get an invitation, brother Tokcer has married the village flower. I'm heartbroken!"

"Relax.there is no return. I'll wait for you to come back here. We can send chat and video calls every day. I was with Azzam every day. Azzam is cruel if I'm wrong. You take it easy as long as I'm with Azzam."

Natasha remembered the single-mouthed cayenne. Every word is spicy piercing the ear.

"Azzam is a psychopath. He's an enemy of me!"

"You're wrong Nat! Azzam is a wise man if you don't act. Sorry you have to be honest! You must not follow the family manners so Azzam does not like. Azzam was well-educated by his mother. We can change well too because of Citra and Azzam. Azzam doesn't get tired of reminding us to change. If you know him, you'll like him. He likes to be funny even if it hurts."

"I have to submit to a child?" Natasha pointed at the displeased nose when bowing to the onion.

"Not his little son Nat but his wise word. Azzam is a devout child of religion." said Tokcer proud to have a sister model Azzam. Small people can be counted on to be leaders.

A few people past the front of Tokcer's house opened their eyes at the couple. Those who pass by must be wondering who is the half-collar girl in Tokcer's house. What is one of Citra's relatives or Alvan. Why at Tokcer's house. Bu gossip must be guerrilla find out who the girl in Tokcer's house is. Not Tokcer's girlfriend.

Tokcer's fate is in the wind. Got a good job and a pretty girlfriend. That is how the sound of gossip will spread one village.