The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

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Amalia who felt her name was called, she looked back. How surprised he was when he saw. The man Amalia tried to forget, standing behind her. Angga immediately pulled Amalia's body in his arms. The tightness that he had been feeling, slowly vanished carried away by the water flowing from his eye patch.

The people around him also looked at the strange two people who were hugging. So did Azka, he was stunned to see his mother in the arms of Angga. They hugged each other for a long time. Until Amalia felt herself unable to breathe, she tried to let go of the embrace. But Angga hasn't let go.

"Sir Angga, I can't breathe." Amalia's words made Angga stretch his body from Amalia. The silence between them was just staring at each other. They believe that what they are seeing is real. Until the voice of the little boy disperse the daydreams of the two of them.

"Mother, Angga's Father." The two of them simultaneously looked towards Azka, after which hugged her. But Amalia abandoned her intention to embrace her son after Angga first embraced Azka.

"Azka, you're Dad's son..." She was crying on the little boy's shoulder. "He's our son, Am." Amalia just nodded. He felt guilty for separating them.

"Dad Angga why crying, Azka sad." Angga did not heed Azka's words. He was too happy because what he imagined could soon become reality.

After that drama of crying. They entered the house of Nek Asih. Angga asks Niko to return first to Jakarta. He also said that he had found his girlfriend.

Angga recounts everything that happened with him and Amalia to Afdal and Nek Asih. Nek Asih was shocked to hear the story of Angga and did not expect that Amalia had never been married.

Afdal recalls seeing a picture of Amalia on her desk. If only he had asked Angga about Amalia. Maybe he can unite their love. Anga also condemned his stupidity.

"What are your plans ahead?" ask Nek Asih in the middle of their conversation.

"I'm going to marry Amalia Nek. Because she's the only woman Angga loves" Angga replied so enthusiastically. But not with Amalia. The woman fell down, like she was thinking about something. Angga who realized that, immediately asked permission to talk alone with Amalia. Nek Asih also allowed the two of them to talk.

Amalia and Angga go to the front porch. They're sitting there. Silent for a moment, there was no conversation from the two.

"Am, do you believe in destiny?" Angga's question made Amalia more downcast. She's not like Amalia Angga used to know. He was more quiet in front of her.

"How far have you avoided that fate. But if God wants our destiny to unite, then God will bring us together without us intentionally. Do you still doubt that?" Amalia looked towards Angga.

"I'm afraid that your parents will." His words were cut off. Amalia became remembered when Mr. Dwi threatened her first. Mr. Dwi's threat becomes a frightening specter for Amalia.

"If that I can take care of it. We are going to Bogor. We told all about it to your parents. And I'll marry you." Angga's little answer made him confident to unite with the man he loved.

Angga held both hands of Amalia. He wanted to convince her that he would make her happy. "Tell me, was it true that you didn't love me all this time. According to what you wrote in the letter."

Amalia looked down, "look me in the eye, Am." Slowly he lifted his gaze, and looked at Angga's eyes. "Tell me Am. Have you never loved me this whole time."

"I love you so much." The expression Amalia's love makes Angga smile with satisfaction. It turns out that his belief has not been wrong all along.

"Now there is no more, Father, I do not want to hear that word from your mouth. Call me baby" she ordered Amalia's face red.

They then went inside again. Relieved, Angga's feelings were relieved. Because they both love each other. Angga promised to make Amalia happy after this.

Angga invites Azka and Amalia to go together. He wants to enjoy quality time with loved ones. They went to the temple market which was not far from where they lived. Itung-itung culinary tourism in the area.

They stopped at a roll egg shop. The food Azka loved. Azka bshkan always asked Amalia, when she was shopping in the market as souvenirs.

"Dad likes to roll?" the boy asked pointing to their order.

"Dad never felt it. But if Azka likes it, Dad will love it too" he replied as he fed an egg roll into Azka's mouth. Amalia was very happy, seeing the closeness of the two. He never even thought that his son would be so close to his biological father.

"Secondly, it's crazy that you eat." Replace Azka who feeds egg rolls into the mouth of Angga. Goose also devoured egg rolls that fed his son. While chewing the food, the head of Angga mangosteen. The food he ate was delicious.

"Dad likes?" tanya Azka laughed while covering her mouth with her hands.

"Likes, delicious. I want another dong!" Azka also fed her eggs again.

"Mother Daddy's bribe, Maca Mommy just look at it." Angga complied with his son's request to feed Amalia. Awfully, Amalia opened her mouth. Apparently there was a sauce left on the corner of Amalia's lips. So as to make Angga wipe his lips with his hands. It gets the attention of the visitors there. As well as Azka, she mocked her parents.

"Cieeee Mother's dear father.yeahhhh" immediately made Amalia blush. Because his affection with Angga was seen by his son.

"Hmmm yes, I love you both." Like ignoring those who pay attention to him. He hugged Azka and Amalia there.

"Mas, shame on ya..." Amalia immediately pinched the little Angga, making her owner complain of pain.

"Sick baby. Wait what the foot said. Mas, you call me Mas, baby?" Amalia grew embarrassed, not daring to look at Angga's face. He also unknowingly called Angga Mas.

"I'm happy, you don't call me Father anymore. But I'd be happier, if you call me by the word, BABY!" exclaim Angga, make the visitors there cheer crowded see the intimacy of the couple in front of it.

To be continued...

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