The Love Trap of CEO Arrogant

Dejavu

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It's sunday night. I who do not have outside activities can only spend my time at home. Because it just so happened that Papa was also out of town to take care of the problem of the supplier of goods. Yes, in addition to working for Om Steven, Papa also has a building materials store.

But Papa's shop was run by Om Candra, Mama's sister. Papa will only come to check at certain times. And also if there is a problem like this, then Papa who intervened to clean it up. Let it be done sooner, Papa said. Of course that's because the suppliers are very reluctant to Papa.

Right now I'm sitting watching television with Azka. Then suddenly I saw Vira coming down the stairs. Vira looked very pretty and neat, it seemed like she was preparing to leave.

"You going, Vir?" ask me after Vira gets near the couch.

"Yes, brother. There was a short event outside," replied Vira sitting her body next to me.

"Where? Same who?" ask me again curious.

"Same--"

Not yet Vira continued her words suddenly Mama came.

"Are you ready, son? Shafiq hasn't come yet?" mama asked as she walked closer to us.

I frowned hearing Mama mention the name Syafiq. Is this the same Shafiq sister as that person?

"Not yet Ma, maybe in a moment. He said he was on the road" replied Vira.

"Oh, yes, if so," replied Mama. "Sena, you go shopping to the supermarket now. Here's the money and the grocery list," Mama continued, telling me to put some money and paper with a grocery list at me.

I woke up from my seat and immediately received the money along with a fairly long list of groceries from the hands of Mama. Vira then stood up and glanced at the list of groceries in my hand.

"Can't you do it tomorrow? This is already a mallem, the supermarket is also far away, and also Sena's car will again enter the workshop. That much shopping is troublesome if you use a motorcycle," said Vira at length trying to negotiate with Mama.

"The availability at home is all gone. Mama needs those ingredients in the morning to cook. So it must be now," Mama refused firmly.

"But Ma,, you know,,,"

"Udah Vir, no pa-pa really. No problem for my brother shopping with a motorbike," I cut Vira's words.

I know Vira's intentions are actually good. He pityes me for having to go out these nights, riding a bike anyway. But I also do not want that until this small problem makes Mama and Vira so arguing, because surely I will also be affected later. Mama must blame me for Vira who kept defending me.

"Because take the same jacket bag first yes Ma, out of it Sena immediately leave," said I.

Mama nodded her head. I then rushed up to my room on the second floor. Take my jacket and sling bag. I went back downstairs too.

"Sena's leaving now Ma, assalamu'alaikum," I said, then kissed the back of Mama's right hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Mama, Vira, and Azka.

"Be careful, brother," Azka half-screamed.

I just raised my right hand by fusing the tips of my thumb and index finger into a circle. At first glance I could see Vira's worried face. I smiled gently at Vira. Convince Vira that I will be fine.

I then went to the garage. Take a black matic motorcycle inside the garage. After putting on my helmet and turning on the engine, I started driving my motorcycle out of the yard. In front of the gate of the house I happened to cross paths with someone I knew very well, Safiq, who had just gotten out of his car.

Ah, it turns out to be true, Vira wants to go with my Shafiq sister. I sneakily. Uh, what the hell am I? How do you carelessly think like a gini? It was as if I had ngakuin Shafiq as mine. Hadehh.

"Where are you going these nights Sen?" ask my brother Shafiq.

I stopped my bike for a while.

"To the supermarket, brother," I replied.

"Those nights? Motorcycle wear? The supermarket is quite far away" asked Syafiq again.

Either only my feelings, or I did hear a worried tone in the words of my brother Shafiq earlier? Haish, enough Sena, don't dream of the impossible.

"No problem, brother. I'm going first. Assalamu'alaikum," I replied as well as saying goodbye.

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Jeez, it turns out true said Vira earlier, these groceries are very much. Must be a little bother later I bring all these groceries if only using a motorbike.

In the parking lot I arrange all my groceries in such a way. Two boxes I tied up in the back seat, and two plastic bags I put in the front bordes. Huft, it's hard if there's no car like this. Too bad my beloved car is being serviced in the workshop at this time.

I rode my motorcycle out of the supermarket parking lot. I don't know why I feel so tired right now. I seem a little unwell. My head is also a little heavy, a little dizzy.

The day began to grow late and a considerable distance, not to mention a lot of luggage. My energy was also quite drained from going around looking for the things I wanted to buy earlier. Ah, I feel like I want to get home and get some rest.

And unfortunately, bad luck actually approached me when the condition of my body is not so fit as it is today. Some thugs blocked my way as I passed through a fairly deserted road. I had to stop my motorcycle.

"What do you want?" I asked without getting off the motorcycle.

"Tax dong passing, beautiful," replied one of the thugs.

After I counted it turned out that there were seven people who were facing me right now. Jesus, with my current condition, it seems like I'm going to be a little overwhelmed. Want to call for help also like not going to be able to. Huft, help servant O Allah, give servant strength.

"What's the tax going through?" ask them.

"Deliver your valuables to us!" the biggest-bodied thug orders, it looks like he's the chief among them.

"But boss, this girl is pretty too, good for us tonight" chirped one of the other thugs.

And it sounded that others were laughing in response to the thug's proposal.

"Hmm, maybe, too," said the head of the biggest thug.

The head thug moved his hand forward, code for his men forward. The thugs then started to move forward, approaching towards me. I finally got off my bike.

'Bismillaah. Please help my servant O Allah, ' my prayer is in my heart.

One of them came forward and touched me. I swiftly hit the face of the thug who tried to hold my shoulder so that it made him stagger backwards.

"Fuck," said the thug in pain while holding his nose that I hit earlier.

"Wow, it turns out these girls can volunteer as well. Come on everyone, attack him," take one of the other thugs.

Fighting is also inevitable. Sure enough, I was overwhelmed by six thugs at once, especially with my condition that was not fit. But as much as possible I'll defend against those six thugs. And unfortunately I ended up falling. I feel my body condition is getting weaker and my head is also getting dizzy.

I saw the head thug start to walk over to me. His other men laughed at me who was helpless again. Finish me this time. I am really expecting a miracle from Allah SWT at this time.

And all of a sudden, when I was really about to give up, I saw a flashlight of a fast approaching car. Not long after that the car stopped right behind the thugs. I saw a man seem to jump down from the car.

"CENE!!!"

'That sound??? I recognize that voice.'

"Sir Shafiq," lirihku.

A second later I saw my brother Shafiq fighting with the thugs. It didn't take long, Brother Syafiq could easily defeat the seven thugs.

The seven thugs then ran away after losing to Brother Shafiq. Brother Syafiq then rushed up to me.

"Aren't you pa-pa, Sen?" ask Shafiq while helping me to stand up.

"I'm not pa-pa, brother. Thanks," I replied.

"Other times you have to be more careful. You're a girl, the easiest target to get smeared with other people. Never go alone if you have not been able to fight and protect yourself" advises Shafiq.

I'm stunned. These words, I've heard them before. Dejavu, I seem to go back to that time. My memories were eleven years ago.