The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

First night's preparation

In a room there appeared a middle-aged woman lying weakly under her blanket. Sometimes she tears her eyes and calls out her son's name. His longing for his baby who for almost fifteen days did not return home. It made the woman sick. Mr. Dwi who just called his family doctor, then approached his wife.

"Yes, my patient mother!" The potbellied man hugged his wife who was incessantly crying.

"Where's Pa, Angga? Where's he not coming home?" It was with a typical voice of crying people.

"Papa tried to call his phone but the number was switched Ma. Papa doesn't know, Angga where. His assistant was also not told where Angga went," replied the man beside him while stroking his wife's hair.

"Mama wants to die if you don't meet Angga. Mama can't afford Pa." The crying broke too. No longer shed tears, but once in a while the woman roared. Mr. Dwi was very confused because his wife could not be appeased.

After a while, the doctor called Mr. Dwi came. The doctor immediately checked on Ms. Renata. But the woman refused, and did not want to be examined by Dr. Gerald. Finally, with the help of Mr. Dwi, the doctor injected tranquilizers so that Ms. Renata could be controlled. Ms. Renata was finally unconscious due to the influence of the sedative.

Doctor Gerald exhaled violently at the sight of Ms. Renata's condition. He was concerned, and feared it would be fatal to his psyche.

"I have to how Doc?" Mr. Dwi seemed confused to face his wife.

"The only way is to just bring Angga together with him" explained doctor Gerald while giving some medicine for his patient.

"This sir, this medicine may be his son-in-law. Then excuse me. Good night." The tall doctor came out of the room. And Mr. Dwi also drove his guests to the front. After that, he was busy with his phone.

"Please track the number I sent via SMS earlier. Give me the information as soon as possible where the owner of the number is," he ordered the person across the street.

Mr. Dwi went back to his room to look after his wife. He did not expect the death of his son to affect the health of his wife. Now he is conscious. The treasure he had was not worth the happiness of his family. And he has separated his son's happiness from matter. "Go home No, your mother misses you," he murmured as he continued to look at the face of his wife who was sleeping on the bed.

Elsewhere

Amalia, who was cooking for her small family dinner, occasionally interrupted her husband. Makes him upset. "Darling, take me off. I'm still cooking." Amalia tries to escape from Angga's embrace.

Angga deliberately hugged his wife from behind. He wanted to copy scenes like those in the novels. Who was romantic with his wife while cooking. And that doesn't make his wife happy. But it makes Amalia upset. Because the cooking is not finished.

"Why are you bothering to cook. Let bi Mina cook. We are in the room. Yuk," invite Angga to pull his wife's hand to come to the room.

"Oh my goodness, wait a minute why. Not very sabaran. Tuh see Azka aja is still awake, he wants to fit again ea-ea dangangganggu our child," his wife's nagging Azka who was watching TV accompanied by Bu Mina.

"Yes, yes, too. Hmmm yes you continued cooking. I'm gonna call Niko first." Amalia nodded too. After that the handsome man made his way forward. Amalia continued her cooking.

"Where is Dad going?" Azka asked who saw her father passing in front of her.

"Dad to go ahead. Azka's coming?" Without waiting for a long time the child who is still a lizard was scattering into the body of his father asked in a cradle.

"Dad's son is heavy as well" Angga said as he carried his son.

"You help me in the kitchen" Angga told the housekeeper who worked there.

Angga finally took Azka to the front porch. Because his house is far from the city crowd. The moon and stars were perched in the sky that night. Makes Azka excited. After calling Niko, Angga continued to invite his son to play. They hum together. It is clear the closeness of the father and son. On the sidelines he played with his son. Amalia came from inside.

"Darling, let's have dinner first." Amalia invited her two loved ones to dinner together.

"Cie.ada the other flowers flattered her son," Angga's tease makes Amalia blush even more embarrassed. Her husband and son are indeed compact in making her flower.

The three of them finally headed to the dining room. It looks like bi Munah who is preparing dinner dishes in a table bag. Amalia sat next to her son, while her husband sat across from her. The three of them began to eat the dishes in front of them.

"Honey I want to bacem yunya dong," pinta Angga who tastefully see bacem tofu. Amalia quickly took the tofu bacem to her husband's plate.

"This is enough!"

"Enough. Azka doesn't want the fish, son?" asked Angga who saw no grilled fish on his son's plate.

"Ngga Well, Azka wanted to bacem yearya. It's delicious!!" azka answered while giving her thumbs up. They both laughed at his son's funny behavior.

That little family dinner looks great. Moreover, Azka who always makes both parents happy with the intelligence of the almost three-year-old boy.

After dinner. They also gathered in the middle room. They play together, sometimes Angga made trouble by his son. Especially when Azka invites Angga to play robots. Angga was asked to be a robot, his idol on TV. Various styles were done Angga so that his son was happy. But Azka just nagged to see the wrong Angga mimicking the robot style. Amalia just chuckled, watching her son pranking her Husband.

"Azka, I'm tired son. Shrimp is playing. Now Azka's bobo first." Angga began to give up on his son. So as to tell the child who looks puffed up to sleep.

"Ndn't want Daddy. Dad's not a Transformer robot yet," whined the boy. Makes Angga glance towards his wife.

"Dear help dong. Persuade Azka to bobo. Fatigued dear from earlier there is no point me," grumbled Angga asking for help his wife.

"Azka bobo ama mother. It's the night, baby. Tomorrow again play yes," persuaded the mother of one child began to tidy up her child's toys.

"Ok Mommy" said Azka with a big smile. Anga also gawk.

"Geez, son, it's Ama's turn that you ask for forgiveness. It's Dad's turn, ooh." Angga did not continue his words. Because his wife gave a death glance, he did not like her husband to complain.

"Pamit used to be there Dad," Amalia orders her son. Azka immediately kissed both cheeks Angga while saying.

"Good night Dad."

"Dad's son's night" Angga replied, kissing his son's cheek.

Amalia took her son in to her room. Soon after, Angga stopped his steps. "I'm glad I'm waiting in the room, don't wait long" whispered Angga got a small pinch from Amalia.

"Snake!"

To be continued

What's gonna happen next....

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