The Love Trap of CEO Arrogant

Begging to God

Sena who was about to enter the production kitchen at Safa's cake shop suddenly stopped her steps as soon as she heard the voice of the employee chatter inside the production kitchen.

"Bu Sena same Bu Safa marriage is not the first Miss Sena, yes?" ask one of the officers.

"Yes, first Miss Sena. Three months if not wrong. Why mother?" answer the other staff and ask back.

"No. Just a thought. Ms. Safa, who was married recently, was pregnant. How come Bu Sena who married first has not even been, huh? Isn't there some kind of problem?" ask the first officer.

Deg.

Again and again, Sena felt stunned to hear the topic of conversation about the pregnancy. Even today from the employees at Safa's cake shop. Gritting slowly, Sena then leaned her body against the wall near the entrance of the production kitchen.

"Ssttts. Be careful when you say. Do not guess what is not good," reprimanded the second employee earlier.

"What the hell? Just talking too. There was no strange intention," said the first official defending himself.

"Yes, but don't talk about it either. That's none of our business. So let's not interfere" the second officer scolded.

"Who wants to interfere anyway? It's just looking for material to talk, "the first officer is still defending himself.

"If so look for other chat materials. Umpah-udah, our hunt is done-in this first job of ours. Don't talk mulu. To the knowledge of Mr. Dodi can be scolded by us," said the second employee reminded.

"Yes-yes," at last the first officer relented.

Without realizing it, there was a drop of tears flowing down Sena's cheek. Sena immediately wiped away those tears. Exhaling slowly, Sena then turned around to leave the production kitchen.

Sena went back into her room and Safa. Safa was still struggling with the notes in front of her. Sena knew she wasn't okay. Not wanting to make Safa and the others affected by her feelings, Sena finally decided to go home first.

"Sa, I'm not feeling well. Brother permission to go home first is not pa-pa, yes," said Sena asking permission to Safa.

The surprised Safa immediately turned her attention to Sena.

"Aren't you sick?" tanya Safa was worried.

"No. Just a little dizzy. I think you want to catch a cold," replied Sena looking for an excuse.

"Yes already if so brother went home first just keep on resting. Want Safa to call Shafiq?"

"No, Sa. Brother Syafiq must be bothered again. You can still go home by yourself."

"Yes, that's it. Brother be careful."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Be careful, brother."

Sena nodded her head while smiling. Sena then took her bag and left her office.

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Sena who just finished performing Maghrib prayer then recited, is currently lifting both palms. Look up, ask Allah SWT through the chants of his do'a-do'anya.

"O Allah, O Rohman, O Rohim... Only to You is Your servant asking for help. It is only to You that Your servant asks. O Allah, I implore You, please trust Your servant to receive Your trust through a child. O Allah, O Rohman, O Rohim, Thou art the All-Willing One over all things. The servant asks You to give Your servant this glory to be able to conceive and feel to be a perfect woman. By Your permission and will, make it easy for Your servant, O Allah. Servant wants to continue the lineage for her servant husband. I want to be able to make my husband happy and our whole family happy. Therefore I ask You, O Allah, give Your servant this glory. Give this servant of yours the opportunity to conceive and to feel like a real woman, O Allah, Hix..."

Dissolved in his prayer, Sena's tears had unconsciously flowed into the river. Even without Sena knowing, it turns out that Syafiq who just returned from the office was also standing behind him. Shafiq wiped away a drop of tears that flowed down without permission on his cheek. Shafiq could understand what his wife was feeling.

Taking a deep breath, Shafiq tried to strengthen himself, so that he could also strengthen his fragile wife.

"Assalamu'alaikum," greetings gentle Shafiq.

Sena who was still drifting in her cries was a little surprised. He immediately looked behind his body.

"Sister... Wa'alaikumsalam. Is my brother home?" sena replied in shock, Sena then wiped the tears on her cheeks in a hurry.

Shafiq crouched down in front of his wife.

"Why are you crying, baby?" tanya Syafiq while cupping both cheeks Sena.

"Ah, no, brother. Just did not realize earlier, too late when praying," replied Sena berkilah while showing her sweet smile.

Shafiq pulled Sena into his arms.

"You can't lie to your sister, baby. Cry if it makes your heart feel relieved. But only this time. Okay?"

Hearing these words, Sena finally shed her tears in her husband's arms. Sena vented all her anxiety and worries through her cries to the brink.

Syafiq's heart ached, it felt like it was being slashed, hearing Sena's cry like that. Many times he gently rubbed his wife's head, trying to calm the heart of his beautiful wife.

"You're strong, baby, I know that. We are both trying harder. May Allah SWT immediately grant all our do'a and supplications, aamiin," Shafiq said.

"Yes, brother. Aamiin," shouts Sena in the arms of Shafiq.