The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

I miss moments like this.

That night Angga stayed at Nek Asih's house. He slept in a room with Afdal. Azka really did not want to be separated from her father. Until the bath also asked to be cemented by his father. And so did Angga, he was so painstaking in caring for his son.

Now they are having dinner together. Azka sat next to Angga. Afdal is next to Amalia. Nek Asih sat in his own section there were no friends beside him.

All the dishes were arranged neatly on the dining table. That night, the menu was very special. Afdal's favorite grilled squid was there.

"Dad, Azka get her food!" Pinta the little boy to his father.

"Azka wants what baby. Fried chicken, or the squid want to?" Angga offers some food on Azka. But it seems like the child is confused about which one to choose.

"What's his favorite?" ask Angga to his son.

"Fish the fire" Afdal and Amalia answered. Hearing that, Angga's face instantly became grim. He felt he knew nothing about his son. It is precisely someone else who knows better what his child likes.

Seeing this, Afdal and Amalia looked at each other. They feel bad for Angga. Moreover, Afdal, he immediately looked awkward in front of his boss.

"Fish burn, Azka bocan. Azka wanted to eat her squid, "Azka replied while pointing at the plate that contained grilled squid. Angga quickly took the grilled squid into his son's plate.

"How is this enough, dear?"

"Quite Well, thank you, Father Angga." Azka immediately put her food into her mouth. But, it seemed like he had trouble cutting the smell.

"Dad, please cut the smell. Azka can't," ask the boy again. Orgga immediately cut small squid that are in the plate of his son.

The rice on the plate of Nek Asih is finished. But it seems he still wants to go again. But because the distance is too far. He had trouble taking it. Afdal and Amalia wanted to take him for the Asih's grandmother. When Afdal holds his spoon, Amalia is the same. So Amalia's hand touched Afdal's. They look at each other too. Until a deheman wakes them both up.

The one who saw him, his heart was growing more and more thundered. He was jealous of Afdal and Amalia. Moreover, they have often communicated. The way Afdal saw Amalia was different. It was not like looking at his sister. But it's more about looking at a man who admires a woman. From there, jealousy arises from the heart of Angga.

After eating Angga out. He sat on the terrace looking for the wind. After eating his sweat poured out, so he was so sultry inside. While Azka, she was learning to count with her mother.

Afdal follows Angga in front. He sat next to Angga. A momentary silence made the two look awkward.

"Oh yes sir, tomorrow I plan to go to the warehouse. Do you want to come?" tanya Afdal broke the awkwardness between the two of them.

"Yes tomorrow I will come. Predict how many months the shed was completed in the wake." Angga asked his subordinate back.

"Two months must be ready, sir. The problem is that the workers are brought in professional ones. They were given a two-month deadline by Mr. Brama," Afdal said, Angga nodded.

"Afdal, may I ask you something?" Afdal answered.

"Please Mr. Angga. What would you ask me?"

Angga was actually hesitant to ask this to his subordinates. But he also felt he should know. Afdal really likes Amalia. Even if he did, he wouldn't let that happen. Especially if the subordinate is trying to seize the woman he loves.

"What do you like about Amalia?" Angga's question confused Afdal. Confused as to what. If his boss finds out, he loves his girlfriend. He could have been fired by his boss.

"You answer honestly. I wouldn't fire you, even if you liked Amalia." Hearing Angga's words, Afdal breathed a little relief. It turned out that his boss was a wise man.

"Who doesn't like Amalia. She's a beautiful, kind, tough woman. The most important thing is that she is an independent woman. Dreams right?" Afdal smiled at the figure he called.

"Including you?" ask Angga again. He felt unsatisfied hearing the answer from his subordinates.

"I really love him. But I'm not selfish. I'm not going after a woman who already has a moor." Afdal answered him with a firm answer. Because from the beginning, he told Amalia. If the woman deserves to be happy. And Amalia's happiness lies with her boss. Since then he has tried to bury his feelings deeply. Although it can't. But he was determined to forget that woman.

The dog can breathe freely. Because Afdal had already begun to throw away his feelings for Amalia.

The three of them talked together. Much they tell. Including the beginning of the closeness of Angga and Amelia. Occasionally Afdal becomes a joke for the couple. Angga was not even awkward to tease his future wife in front of her subordinates. Afdal got a chill hearing it.

"Hahahaha, it seems like I have to learn a lot from you. Learn to fight pretty girls. Let me not be single anymore." The young man could laugh in front of them. What a sight Afdal had never seen while working with Angga. Now he knows, it turns out the center of his mood the boss is on Amalia.

The night is getting late. Afdal chose to go inside. Because he did not want to long be a mosquito repellent between Amalia and Angga. Now they both live. The streets are starting to fall. When Amalia will go inside. Suddenly his hand was pulled by Angga.

"Where Are you?" tanyanya smiled mischievously at Amalia.

"You go inside Mas, sleepy!" Amalia smiled bitterly at Angga.

"Here first. Temenin me first. I miss it, you know." Angga pinched Amalia's nose.

"Sick Mas, ihhh. I like it!" Amalia irritates her nose which Angga pinches.

"But you like it!"

"Like, Ihh pede really!" Orchids are no longer strong to see Amalia look gnarled broth is pouting so. He approached Amalia, and asked her to stand up.

"You know, it's times like these that make me miss you so much." Angga then hugged Amalia from behind. Her hands were wrapped around Amalia's waist. His face was placed on Amalia's shoulders.

"Mas, don't gini. When you see people." Amalia tries to escape from Angga. But Angga doesn't allow that.

"Just let alone, at most we are raided by citizens. Keep married. I'm even fucking it."

"Yes, if only married. How are broths being paraded around the village?" Amalia became upset, because Angga was unwilling to let go of her embrace.

"Biarin. I don't give a shit. The important thing is that I can always be with you. Whatever I'm gonna face."

"Gombal... Sebel... Remasin Mas?!!"

Angga took off his embrace. But he turned Amalia's body around. Until they face each other. Amalia's head was raised slowly so she could see her face perfectly. After that his face was closer to Amalia's face. The wind that blows increasingly louder as if hypnotizing the two to make out with each other. When their lips touch each other. Suddenly someone shouted.

"Mother!!! Daddy!!!!"

To be continued....

Failed kiss...

Hehehe...

The Angga msh habits...

Nyosor-nyosoor Amalia...

Basic perverted brain...

Come dong...

Don't give saggy....

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Don't stingy....😁😁😁