THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Heru Dating

Alvan breathed in pain. Pleasant image dreaming while he nelangsa holding a kick. There is no other way but to continue to sleep. This time Alvan did not ask for any dreams. Later dream even meet Citra in a dream is practicing Shaolin kung fu. The victim is still him.

"Sleep well, baby! Don't worry anymore! Your husband is battered." whispered Alvan slowly afraid to wake Citra.

Alvan had no idea behind the blanket Citra smiled cunningly. This woman is satisfied to have successfully taught Alvan not to try flirt with other women. This is just an early warning. An early warning before a tsunami kicks in even more violently. Guaranteed Alvan will drown unable to wart.

Satisfied image then drift away into the realm of sleep. Alvan stretched his body unable to move anymore. The body was beaten by Citra. Let the important pain of his wife not disturbed his sleep.

The dawn prayer from the mosque sayup-sayup was heard to Citra's ears. The woman woke up as she pulled the blanket into the bathroom. The image cleanses itself before waking up Alvan to pray in congregation with children.

Surely already appear fragrant Citra immediately approached Alvan to invite her husband to join the morning prayer. A Muslim's faith is often tested at dawn prayers. People often miss the first prayer at the beginning of the day. The dawn is the best time to continue the dream. Especially if the air is cold. The more lazy wake up to complain to Allah SWT.

"Mas..wake up!" The image shook Alvan's shoulder as hard as possible to channel the rest of the annoyance that had not been discharged.

Alvan peeked at his wife with one eye. The other side was left closed. Honestly Alvan felt heavy to wake up. His whole body is still sick due to the free kick Citra. The body of a large tractor was slammed into the floor for the body of the gaban seemed to want to fall out. That's due to lazy sports. A little bit hit by a tiny leg kick immediately sprawled.

"Sholat mas.." said Citra happy to see Alvan suffering.

"Seek Adzan to delay for a moment. It's not feeling well."

"Lha.all night is still the spirit of chatting with westerners. His eyes beamed with the holiday." mocked Citra satisfied Alvan sprawled. Citra is grateful to have taught her flirtatious man a lesson.

"Geez my lady! Who else is happy vacation same bule people smell of cheese. Still gonna smell jasmine out of your body."

"Then anyway? Didn't the venerable Mr Alvan accept an invitation from a new fan to take a vacation to America?"

"When did you hear I received an invitation from that flirtatious woman? You're jealous, aren't you?" seduced Alvan excited Citra began to react on the women who troubled Alvan. Initially Alvan thought Citra was not seriously in love with him. Where there is love without in the seasoning taste brand jealousy.

"Who's jealous? I just don't want any new seeds circulating in this house. HIV has just passed whether the lord of the king in the grand suit of Mr Alvan wants to bring dangerous diseases into the house?"

"Long is my title! Maybe you forgot to add the beautiful angel husband Citra." Alvan got up to hug Citra. Alvan's sleepiness was eliminated thanks to Citra revealed about Niken. Alvan does not want to misunderstand between him and Citra. Calmness began to envelop their families. Hope there are no obstacles in their way.

Alvan hugged Citra from behind to kiss Citra's already fragrant neck. The fragrance that Alvan always liked.

"Trust me! A thousand nikens won't be able to replace you in my heart. I'm tired of sailing. You're my last dock." promised Alvan.

The heart of Citra is like the water of heavenly waters. Heartfelt promise from former playboy. Hopefully not the origin of the sound to seduce Citra. Seduce where need Citra to take care of parents and children.

"Let me believe this for a while! We pray yok! The kids must have been waiting for us. It should be a thorn for children. Go wudhu!" The image released Alvan's two hands that were coiled around his waist.

"Yes.you go first!"

"I'm wudhu out there. Just clean yourself up! I'll wait in the prayer room!"

Alvan was happy. It was a beautiful morning, even though my body was still sick. The pain is nothing compared to the warmth of the family. Alvan must be more introspective if still want Citra always on the side. Little did he slip the end of his love story with Citra. The loss of an incredible baby.

The three young people were already waiting in the prayer room. Gibran who rarely prayed is now infected with diligent prayer. Gibran was embarrassed to lose to his nephew who always performed with a plus. A man loses to a child. Gibran, who was a teenager, improved the image of a good boy to set an example for the three nephews.

Ready to pray Citra invites the three young people in the house to read the holy verse of the Quran. Azzam and Afifa were quite eloquent while Gibran still needed guidance. The image promised itself to guide Gibran to become a true Muslim. Not muslims in status.

This morning everything looks good. Opa and Oma are also excited to join in enjoying breakfast. This should be the atmosphere of a healthy and sane family. Far from conflict.

Gibran is most excited because this morning there is a dish fried seafood fried rice favorite. This morning the image that prepared breakfast because the day is still quite early. There is still a lot of time in the kitchen. Since moving to a new house has never been even though the image of cooking at home.

"Wah ..wangi very much!" gibran said pulling a bench sitting next to his cute niece.

"This is Amei's favorite! Fried rice is the best!"

Gibran poked chubby Afifa's cheeks in a fit of anxiety. The two cheeks of the little girl were growing more and more asking to be pinched.

"Amei's taste is the same as om! Om also doyan fried rice seafood. It means a lot of blood flowing in Amei's veins."

"We don't transfuse blood how om blood flows into Amei's body. Om this likes to lie." said Afifa did not understand Gibran's intention to say that the Mighty blood is more dominant than the Lingga blood.

Everyone laughed at Afifa's innocence. Afifa's intelligence is not as good as Azzam's. Azzam is not only intelligent but exceeds the intelligent limit. Arguably Azzam's a genius.

"Yes...Amei looks like Gi!" tymbal Azzam so that Gibran will rise.

"That's yeah? If so Amei should be more affectionate with om. Old man later let Amei take care of om." said Afifa a great sok can take care of Gibran in old age.

If they grow up later, they will surely step into their respective destinies. Have his own family and successor to continue the clan.

"When did opa and Oma leave?" asked Mr. Sobirin remembering the plan to go to Beijing.

"Heru when is he coming home? To this day he has no news." complains Bu Sobirin remembered his son who was among grandchildren in Singapore.

All eyes point to the body of Bu Sobirin who is filled with worry Heru does not return to the homeland. What is the man doing in Singapore to forget the task and parents.

"Neither worry. Opa Heru is dating Afung Ie. Tomorrow they come. Today is the last match. Cece got two gold medals one silver. Cecus nangis can be silver. Mama told me it's okay she's still crying." reports the Afifa centile. His style of speech makes people anxious.

"Oh my God ..A good achievement is still crying? Very whiny!" gibran said regretting Afisa's fragile mentality. The silver medal is also a good achievement. For Gibran it has answered the challenge of an athlete.

"Om doesn't know the nature of Cece. He wants gold. Gold is expensive."

"It's not so, baby! Cece did not think the gold was expensive but an achievement. Your Cece wants to be the frontrunner. Mom calls Cece. Did opa Heru come home tomorrow?"

"Yes...Opa brought back Afung Ie and another athlete. They'll get a week's vacation after the match."

"Cece's coming home?"

"No ..Cece's coming with mom back to Beijing! Cece has to go back to school because they also want a mid-test. Amei asked Cece to come here for opa but Cece said he couldn't. He's waiting for us in Beijing. He said Koko and Amei can attend school early next year." Afifa story without feeling sinful make the present sports heart.

"Afifa and Azzam also want to go to school in China? How'd you guys leave?" bu Sobirin protest did not agree that the two great-grandchildren fled to the land of people. The whole family is in the country of cooking must go to school across the ocean.

Alvan lost his appetite hearing Afisa's plan to invite his two brothers to follow in his footsteps as a student in the land of bamboo curtains. Hadn't the plan been removed the image, why it was revealed again.

"Darling.you guys stay in school here! Enough Cece over there. Pity the lonely Uyut without you. The mouth is old." persuade Citra so that this sunny morning is not stained by the burden of thought. The image has seen Alvan's face change. The man immediately turned pale hearing his two children would catch up with Afisa.

"Your mother is right.you are the jewels of Uyut. Uyut can't lose you yet."

Azzam clenched his mouth tightly not wanting to speculate about the day ahead. There is still much to consider in China's further school plans. More people get hurt when they leave. Azzam must take the best way for all to be covered. No one was hurt.

"Seeze first! Prove your achievements May! Quick eat! It will be stuck in traffic." Azzam had a story that drained the grief in the hearts of parents.

Alvan praised Azzam's sensitivity. No loss planting seedlings in the womb Citra produces superior fruit. What sentences should be used to express the salute in the firstborn child Citra.

"Yes ko..."

Nobody said anymore. Azzam's words were like magic spells silencing the mouths of people at the dinner table. All obey Azzam spent fried rice processed Citra. It's delicious tongue shake.

Mrs Soberin never thought she had a million-talented grandchild. She is beautiful, smart and a good housewife. Klop Alvan gets a high-value wife. It's Alvan's sustenance.

Tokcer was ready to take the three small employers to school. Tokcer can't wait to quickly take the three children to school so they can go to the airport between Natasha and Bali. This is the last meeting. Next time when we can meet again. Thank God Natasha remembered him. Fearfully arriving in America all the shadows of Tokcer are removed from Natasha's memory. Tokcer resigned to live a new relationship that is still fragile.

Image helps Afifa wear shoes. Azzam is more independent can take care of himself. Azzam can already rely on himself to prepare everything without burden Citra. Enough spoiled Afifa.

"Today's the last school. Monday is the test. Check out all the teacher messages! What equipment will be brought for the test." Citra's message to Afifa. Afifa did not seem to affect Azzam in thinking. Afifa is still the geeky Afifa.

"Yes mi..."

Image give bag Afifa to Tokcer to put in the car. This routine work has been Citra Lakoni since her three children began to know school. Only Afifa needs more attention. Azzam and Afisa were much more independent.

"Sister.." call Tokcer hesitantly starting the heart's intention.

"What's wrong?" ask Citra slowly.

"After going between Koko and Amei, can I go to the airport?"

"You want to take Natasha?" guess Citra guessed the exact goal of Tokcer. The image of not a blind man does not see the proximity of Natasha and Tokcer. Natasha can put in a lot of positives from the former thug. Tokcer managed to lead Natasha in a better direction then Citra did not forbid Tokcer befriended the bule girl.

Tokcer nodded, "Yes brother!"

"Tok.kak not forbid we are friends. We're friends with everyone but don't expect more. Our culture is different. You won't be able to follow their bird-like way of life in space."

"We're friends, brother! Nata will soon be returning to the United States to continue his studies. When we meet again we don't know."

"It's good that you think so! Yes you can go but don't forget to pick up your sister! They're going home early today."

"Beres! Thank you.I go first. assalamualaikum.." Tokcer prancing cheerfully can go to the airport green light between friends but friendly. Tokcer's usual dull face is now beaming at the number one lottery.

The image was also happy to spread a happy aura to Tokcer. The image does not support the relationship between Tokcer and Natasha. Their relationship is a lot of barriers. In terms of belief, from culture, from culture that is far from shy and disinclined. Natasha is less appreciative of the nyelonong limiting manners. Tokcer could not necessarily tolerate all these differences. I hope they are just friends. No more than that.

Image back to the room meet Alvan who is preparing to leave for the office. Alvan has been wearing the official dress of a CEO. Dark blue suit combined light blue shirt plus tie dongker color. One alloy in harmony. The last touch of male perfume. Fragrance oil costs millions. Not a model oil pellet pride crank Tokcer.