The Love Trap of CEO Arrogant

Reiterated

11 Years ago.

Today I came home from school a little afternoon because I attended Scout extracurricular activities at my school first. As usual, I will go home on my bike. Unlike my two sisters who are always picked up by Mama. Yeah, probably because they're both farther away from my school.

My body feels tired, my stomach is hungry too. This morning I was in a hurry, after completing my duty to wash the dishes I forgot to bring my lunch, even though today there is an extracurricular Scout schedule at school. Huft, damn me, you forgetful.

In the middle of my return journey, when I passed through the quiet streets suddenly there were some bad boys who blocked my path. I stopped my bike. Five boys who are notoriously bad at my school. They also skipped the Scouts extracurriculars, so now they can be here.

It seems the five of them are still mad at me. Two days ago I reported them to the teacher because they asked for money by forcing it to some of our younger siblings. They were punished by teachers, even their parents were also called by the school.

"What do you want?" aska dare.

Yes, Papa has always taught us that if we do nothing wrong we must be brave, whoever we face. Don't show fear in the beginning, or they'll oppress us even more. I always remember the message from Papa.

The five boys came closer to me. I still hang on my bike. But then two of them held my hands together and forced me to get off the bike. I got interested and finally got off my bike. Bike fell.

"What do you guys want? Take me off," I said half-screaming.

I revolted, trying to escape from the check of the two boys. But my energy isn't strong enough. Three other boys then started picking up wooden blocks and beating my bike. I screamed and thrashed. But still I can't let go of myself.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop over. Don't break my bike. Thats enough. Stop it!!!" hysterical shouting.

My tears are flowing down my cheeks. It was Papa's birthday gift bike. I love that bike.

"Don't. Stop it," I'm still yelling while crying.

As if paying attention to his ears, the three boys did not listen to my screams and continued beating my bike. The five of them laughed happily. I fell down with both hands still tightly gripped by the two boys.

Suddenly, a car stopped near us. A boy came down with his driver.

"Hey, what are you doing?" yelled the boy.

Uh, I kind of recognized the boy's voice. I turned my face and watched the boy's face closely. My vision was a little blurred as it was blocked by tears. Ah, it turned out to be Shafiq's brother, Om Steven's second son.

"Basic of bad boys. You call the police right now so that you are all punished," snapped Shafiq's driver.

The three boys who were beating my bike stopped. And also two people holding my hand. They've already released their checks in my hands. The five boys looked at each other with faces that looked terrified. Realizing they would not be able to deal with the adults, the five boys ran away. They were in the fog trying to save each other.

Brother Syafiq approached me who was still sitting while crying. I saw my broken bicycle being lifted up by the driver of Safiq's brother to be marginalized.

"You're Bima's son, right?" asked Shafiq who was crouching in front of me.

Unable to answer because I was still as excited, I just nodded my head in response.

"Aren't you pa-pa?" ask Shafiq again.

"I'm not pa-pa, brother. Thank you," I replied slowly still sobbing a little.

Brother Syafiq wiped away the tears that soaked my face. Suddenly I felt bad. There is a warm feeling that I feel in my heart. No one else has ever been so attentive to me like this.

"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" Shafiq advised me.

"Yes, brother," I blushed a little.

I was eventually driven home by my brother and his driver, because my bike was badly damaged. During my journey home, Shafiq told me to tell him all about the incident. So I told him everything from the beginning, from when I reported the five naughty boys to the teacher.

And finally Papa really allowed me to participate in the martial arts training at the base. Almost every day, unless there are extracurricular activities or other important affairs, every time I go home from school I always practice martial arts at Om Steven headquarters with other children.

There's Alvin's brother, Kenzie's sister, Sammy's brother, Jimmy's brother, Nadirga's brother, and Lucky's brother. There are even friends of my age, Tristan and Dylan. But it's a pity that I never met my brother Shafiq during training. Said Tristan, Bang Sean, brother Syafiq, and Mas Rian indeed rarely come training at the headquarters along with others.

Bang Sean, Brother Syafiq, and Mas Rian have different types of training than others because of the qualifications of the three of them above the children in general. Three frontmen with three different nicknames. That's the nickname of the three of them at the headquarters. Their greatness is beyond doubt.

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Back to this moment.

"Sena," call brother Syafiq surprise me.

I was a little jumped. Ah, I was daydreaming. Memories of 11 years ago are back in my memory. At that time I was in 5th grade SD and brother Syafiq 3rd grade Junior High. And to be honest, that's the first time I've started feeling like the opposite sex. More precisely to Shafiq.

At first I thought it was just a little monkey's love that would disappear as time went on. But it turns out I was wrong. That feeling of mine couldn't go away even now. Although we rarely interact intensely like this, but somehow I find it very difficult to get rid of my feelings for Shafiq.

And when I saw Brother Syafiq inviting Vira to go out together, somehow there was a feeling of tightness that I felt in my heart. There were feelings of unwillingness, sadness, and disappointment, which I could not explain.

"Sena, you're not pa-pa, are you?" ask Shafiq again.

Stupidly I got back to dissolving in my own mind. I smiled wryly, laughing at my own stupidity.

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

"You are pale" said Brother Syafiq.

Brother Syafiq raised his right hand and immediately placed it upside down on my forehead. I was stunned for a moment. The back of that burly hand, why does it feel so comfortable?

"You have Sena fever. You sick?" ask Shafiq, worried.

I shook my head slowly.

"No brother. I'm not pa-pa."

"Let me take you home" said Brother Syafiq who had already pulled my right hand.

I'm holding. Sister Syafiq who had turned her body finally turned back to face me.

"No need to brother. I'm riding a motorcycle," I refused subtly.

"But you are not healthy anymore. Your condition is like this too. You wounded Sena," said Brother Syafiq again.

"No brother. Thanks before. But I went home on a motorcycle. I don't want to cause misunderstandings later," I refused.

Brother Syafiq seemed to frown. But a moment later he threw his breath away violently.

"Yes, if that's what you want. You get on the bike, but I'll follow you from behind. I don't want anything else to happen to you" said Brother Syafiq in the end.

I nodded slowly. Ah, had it not been for this time that Brother Shafiq was close to Vira, I would have been very happy to receive all this attention from her.

I then got back on my motorcycle. Slowly I started returning my bike. And just like he said earlier, Brother Shafiq continued to follow behind me, ensuring my safety. Until I finally arrived home, then Shafiq pamit to go straight home.

I had offered him to stop by first, but he refused and chose to go straight home. After Shafiq's car away, I then took my motorcycle to enter the yard.