THE FORGOTTEN WIFE OF THE CEO

Mutual Adu

Daniel nodded in agreement to Citra's words. Origin comot actually bring a big catastrophe. Not everything is as good as we see it. Sometimes from the outside looks alim emitting an aura of virtue. Do not know in stored rotten festering ulcers.

"I'll take a shower! I remind you that Heru is not the best choice. There's more to it than the rich." Daniel gave his advice before leaving Citra continued to hide from the war like two rich people.

"I know the limits I have to live with. Go before it gets cold!"

Daniel doesn't have much of a mouth anymore. To be honest Daniel does not like the close image with Heru. Heru's reputation among women is quite high. Duren is rich in dollar-loving women. May Citra not be glared by the big name Heru. There is still Alvan whose reputation is much better. Including himself who does not dare to seduce just any girl.

The image again contemplated thinking of the two rich men. What the two men were looking for. About the women out there dozens of women are ready to be their life companion. What does it mean to be a young woman with three children.

"Partner dear ..kok here?"

The image of a familiar voice containing the power of conquering women. The image of the grimacing looking up earned Heru had stood in front of him. The eyes of the Wild Image searched for an Alvan figure who would definitely think badly of him.

"Call calm down! Not taking a shower immediately? The day is twilight. The air's gonna be so cold."

Heru laughed casually not open on Citra's offer. Heru just wanted to chat alone with Citra without the interference of others. The presence of Alvan greatly disturbs Heru's steps to pedekate with Citra. Heru did not know exactly the relationship of the two people. Heru's only point of purpose is to bring Citra to the penghulu.

"I'll be here with you until your task is done. All help the villagers recover the mess. I heard today the village road has been broken. The avalanche can be resolved." Heru said as he placed his expensive buttocks onto the plastic floor. In front of Citra there is no need for sok perlente. Imagery doesn't need a man much style.

"Wow... Thank God it can be passed! This means that residents can already go out to meet family in the next village." exclaimed Citra happy news to refresh the brain.

This village is no longer isolated. The vehicle can enter the village. Help from the local government can penetrate into the countryside.

Heru smiled seeing Citra's happy reaction. Every smile and laughter was a beautiful sight for Heru. Every word came out of Citra's mouth like melodious elegies permeated the recesses of the heart.

"You happy?" tanya Heru also felt the euphoria of the image of the population helped because of open road access.

"Of course.patients can already be referred to the hospital more fully. Hope everything's resolved soon."

"Amen..." Heru assures the hope of Citra. The atmosphere of this rilex is expected by Heru without anyone talking between them. Alvan et al are considered troublemakers by Heru. Heru is greatly disturbed by Alvan.

Again Heru was struck by happiness suddenly a large tall figure came from nowhere. like a jelangkung came uninvited away not delivered. Alvan as a scourge for Heru has appeared before Citra and Heru.

Alvan's face wrinkled like a grapefruit already wrinkled. Long time stored in the box until double whiskers. Heru cursed in the heart of the muddle appeared again. Why doesn't Alvan give them peace. Now Heru's face rivaled Alvan's face wrinkled like new clothes ready to be squeezed. Same thing, the glass.

"What are you guys doing?" reprimand Alvan with a hostile tone. Who else wants to be friends with rivals snatch a beautiful doll. Alvan will not be saggy to keep Citra from being magic looks Greek god.

"Being enjoying the twilight air with the prettiest woman in my eyes!" heru kalem. Heru deliberately made Alvan kheki.

"Oh that! This woman is not only beautiful in my eyes but also in the eyes of my children! Citra.. Please get me some drinking water!" Alvan begins to show his power over Citra. Alvan deliberately did so to warn Heru that he was more entitled to Citra.

Heru continues to rise not like Alvan play orders to women he admires. Heru is not as tall as Alvan but Heru's posture is no less gallant. The two lions were facing each other with a beam of eye light about to stab each other. Heru is not afraid to face Alvan who he thinks is too arrogant.

"Honorable Mr Alvan, is his hand invalid unusable?" heru said coldly puffing his chest against Alvan.

"I just want Citra to get me a drink. He usually does too. Plus today I don't think it's a problem. Is it Citra?" Alvan deliberately did that as if Citra was obedient to him.

The image can already read where the direction of Alvan will bring this slebor style. Of course wanting to defeat Heru showed him more power. The image sighed not wanting to cloud the atmosphere. Alvan could have done more ridiculous embarrassing to Citra in Heru's presence. It is better to be patient until the man has relieved the emotions.

"Yes already! Just a glass of water! Would Heru want to?" Citra offers Heru not to be mistaken for Alvan.

"Of course, pretty lady! The water must be fresher if you bring it!" Heru smiled triumphantly as the new king returned from the battlefield carrying the banner of victory.

Alvan grunts away face nagging in heart. Basic Citra insensitive to shrink its value in the eyes of Heru. Heru must be getting more attention Citra. If Alvan lived in the days of Harry Potter it is clear Heru will be bewitched into a toad. The world's worst frog.

The image of buying peace by lightening the steps towards the common kitchen not far from where he rests. The image took two bottles of mineral water to cool the brains of the two men.

Let's say that the news spread two businessmen tajir is dueling mouth in refugee. Which print media reporter will be the first ridiculous news anchor? The image cannot imagine the reaction of the market share of the business.

The image could only sigh seeing the two rivals still standing on their backs. The image remembers Afisa and Azzam when they had fought. That is how their condition is.

The image must check the ID card of the two people is it old enough? Don't be underage yet Akil baliq.

The image of mendehem smooth out the stiffness of two top people in the business world. Both of them looked at. Heru put on a sweet face while Alvan still survives with his orange face.

Heru first came forward to welcome water from the hands of Citra. The man turns soft when there is an image. The famous Playboy Heru knows best what women hate and what women love. Women don't like rough guys, especially rough on the lips.

Women need to be seduced. Always happy is like something beautiful.

"Thank you dear!" heru said softly full of affection.

Alvan was eager to lay a death fist that shed a smile on that handsome face. But the horror gaze of Citra shrunk Alvan's guts. Once Alvan acted violently then his reputation would collapse in the eyes of Citra.

Has Alvan always been so with the boys? Any subordinates considered servants who could be intimidated? Heru was more convinced to buy shares of Heru hospital to free Citra from Alvan pressure. Heru does not yet know what the exact relationship of Alvan and Citra is. If you know you're having a heart attack.

Alvan brought Citra back to the mosque. The image was helpless against Alvan power ten times stronger than him. It's good that Alvan drags Citra like bringing a child to be punished.

"Sir Alvan!" The image pulled his hand from Alvan's check. Citra's wrists are slightly flushed by Alvan's hard checks. The image of raising the sleeves to see the wrists are red.

Alvan choked unexpectedly he had been too rude to hurt Citra. There was regret in the chest of the umbar of emotion until it hurt Citra's hand.

Alvan grabs Citra's hand to check up on where the bruises on her ex-wife's hand are. Alvan's jealousy is too big to lose common sense. Alvan does not accept close image with Heru even though limited to friends. The image can consider Heru a friend but the man is not necessarily thinking the same.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know it could be red like this!" Alvan lamented the stupidity of burning jealous flames beyond the threshold. The injured remain the weak.

"Bas with the little boy! Are you satisfied to embarrass yourself? Now you're back in town! Don't interrupt my work!" said Citra rubbed her hand which still felt painful.

"You're also wrong with being too affectionate with strangers!" Alvan tried to protect himself from inaccurate arguments.

"Mas Heru is not a stranger! He's my patient! Be aware that it is ridiculous in front of a crowd! I guarantee you'll never see Afifa and Azzam again!"

"Where are you taking them? To the end of the world I'll chase!"

"To the ant hole! Just search there! Get your hands off! Later people think I'm a perverted doctor donator!"

"Just be wild! I'm willing you're a tease! Don't be tempted I'm tempted too."

The two of them were unaware that a pair of eyes were watching them arguing while holding hands. Alvan was not willing to let go of the image's hands that were flushed due to Alvan's checks.

Slowly the figure of the owner of the eye turned the body away from where Alvan and Citra were. That person must be wondering what is going on between the boss and the doctor. What is the relationship of the two. According to Heru's investigation, Citra was a widow. Citra's ex-husband closed tightly without anyone daring to reveal. It seems that Heru should send more professional detectives to find out who Citra is and what relationship with Alvan. Heru won't give up just look at the not-so-exceptional scenery. Still in the polite limit stage. But there was a sense of regret in the sad chest preceded by Alvan. He should have the balls like Alvan. Pepet keeps his image.

"Let go of my hand so that it can be smeared with ointment! Watch out if tomorrow's inflamed! You have to pay for everything."

"Oh sorry!" Alvan realized immediately released Citra's hand. Alvan patted jidat wonder why so bucin on Citra. Though in the eyes of Alvan the woman was nothing special except still original.

The image immediately sought a cure to treat Alvan's scars. Actually it's not that big of a squeeze. The image only scares Alvan so that later it will not be rude to women. Not all women's skin can be treated harshly. Some are sensitive to be slightly reddened, but there are rhino skin. Squeezing is no problem either.

The doctors started to gather for rest. Melati and Gerry join in the mosque to rest the body after a day struggling with patients.

Gerry was surprised to see their big boss there. Don't think Gerry understands what their boss is up to stray into it. Of course to keep the favorite doctor should not be struck by other birds.

Gerry treats Alvan as a pleasant-nonsense employee with the boss. Gerry never thought Alvan would leave the throne for a woman. For sure the woman wasn't Melati from another hospital. Alvan's Goal directly on Citra.

"Sir Alvan.welcome join!" Gerry greeted Alvan with familiarity.

Alvan returned Gerry's half-hearted greeting. Alvan's feelings worsened because he had been rude to Citra. Only out of jealousy did he hurt the woman he was chasing. There is no denying blind jealousy as a result of bad.

"Just work well! Don't embarrass our hospital!"

"Yes sir! We are here to help the refugees. Doctor Citra's most liked."

Alvan of course knows his former bin idol of the patients. The patient and patient take care of the sick. No loss in recruiting competent doctors like Citra.

"Sorry sir! Stay first! To clean up." Gerry please leave in front of Alvan.

Alvan is just a little mangosteen without answering. Alvan prefers to pay attention to the image that is dealing with bruises on the hands. If possible Alvan would not want to be rude. It was the demon who whispered Alvan to be rude to Citra. Satan is blindly jealous of his name.

Alvan doesn't let Citra treat bruises alone. This man approached Citra see how the bruise is. Still a little red but not brought bad consequences.

Alvan gulped in shame to discuss the matter of Citra's hand. It's all her fault.

"Sorry for the image!" once again an apology slid from Alvan's lips.

"It's okay! Just a little red! Oya..request children's footage! Now I'm duty free. I miss the kids."

Alvan was relieved Citra did not hold any anger towards him. The face began to soft as usual. Not that fierce.

Without being asked he once Alvan took out his pinter phone. There is no doubt Alvan thrust the phone at Citra to tell you that there are no personal secrets at HP it. Nothing is covered by the Alvan of Citra.

Now Citra does not hesitate to accept flat objects containing recordings of Azzam and Afifa. Longing in children overpowers the sense of disdain in the heart. Two days apart seemed like two years apart. Roll up longing sipped on chest.

The image smiles when Alvan's mobile gallery opens. The faces of two beautiful boys appeared on the mobile screen.