The Search for the CEO

third shit

"Where are you from, Bob?" arya asked with a look of annoyance.

"Sory, I was kebelet. Hehe!" boby answered a little with a smile. "We're going to the second floor now."

"okay! Premium class, right?!"

"Hu-um."

"You know the direction, right!"

"Lacking to know, Bro! Hehe!"

"What? Ckk!" Piqued.

"Ehee, sory, Bro!" suhut Boby short while scratching the back neck. "We're walking along, let me ask the officer."

"Hmm" said Arya briefly, a sign that she agreed with Bobby's suggestion. And now both are awkward.

Arriving, the two rushed towards the seats that were already registered in their name by climbing the stairs towards the second floor.

"Damn! If it wasn't for the disguise, I wouldn't be sitting in a premium class seat" Ayra said slightly complaining.

"Patience, Bro. It's all for the sake of, Bro, for the sake of."

"Yes, I know," Arya replied with a flat expression.

"Please enter! Permium class over here." One of the maidservants smiled sweetly while pointing the way with a thumb arrow. Without further ado, Arya went straight to where the servant meant, followed by Boby who followed him from behind a little chase.

"Lu can slow down the road?!" moaning Boby when following Arya steps are fairly fast.

"Bob, is it still a long way off?"

"About two hundred meters ahead?" answer's relaxed.

"What? How can you choose a place so far away! Agh! Just bother me!"

"Sorry, Boss! It's not! It's just, it's premium class. You can't choose your own number. Because the number is random."

"What? Ckk! Shit!" Arya throws a glance. Piqued. "So, what seat number are we going to sit on?!"

"Emm- sec! Boby looked at the number on the ticket. "Number ... 200 equals 202."

"Okay, let's hurry. I'm tired!"

"198-199-200. Boss, your place is right here. And this is your bag!" he said while directing to number 202 on Arya. And put Arya's bag.

"Okay, thanks!" saith.

I can finally sit down too. Ukhh leganya!

Arya immediately sat down as soon as she reached her seat number. And stretch both his hands up. Then fold it in the chest. Turning away his face was intent on closing his eyes for a moment, relaxing the body.

Ah enjoying! I hope the gospel play passes quickly!

However, all expectations Arya now scorched to pieces like an atomic bomb with a radius of a thousand kilometers per hour once see the figure who occupies the number 201 seat. The right chair is next to it.

Whats?? Wh-w-w-w-why could it happen that the unlucky bearer was sitting next to me?

He was half crazy. How not, the troublemaker girl occupies the number 201 seat and is now next to her.

Lothawat! Lothawat! Don't let me fuck again!

The blood murmur in Arya's body that had muffled was now back to boiling. Even his brain seemed to be yawning. However, fortunately, the girl did not know his whereabouts which turned out to be next to Arya. Yeah, because by chance Alona was fast asleep.

Immediately Arya raised her belongings slowly so as not to wake the girl up. As much as possible get away from the girl's side. He no longer thinks about where he will sit. Foolish enough. That problem has been solved. The most important thing now was, as much as possible, to get away from the old woman beside him.

Don't let him wake up. Or I'll get fucking shit again!

Suddenly ....

Braaak!

Arya's leg tripped on Alona's bag strap. He fell down and landed directly on Alona's lap. Arya's face even hit the forbidden part of Alona's.

End of my hope! Looks like this time I have to deal with this girl again! Ahh really shit! This is even the third time!

Arya can now only hope that lucky fate is still at home in her veins. Even if he realized, that hope could not be real.

Ready or not, now he must accept the third pesky that returned.

Lord, save my reputation!

Now the man could only scream in his heart.