The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

The former part 1

A woman who had just passed by the melon plantation came to a halt when she saw a man carrying a small child. The woman approached, it turned out that the man was a figure who had stopped in his life first.

"Sister Angga" he said, smiling kindly at the man. Angga stopped his steps and looked at the woman. How surprised he was, after knowing that the woman was Full. The woman he had been in a relationship with before he knew Dona.

"The full?" The woman's face sparkled as Angga said her name.

"Don't you remember me?" Angga was silent for a moment, then he smiled at the woman who wore a caping on her head.

"A little pangling anyway. Your appearance has changed completely!" Angga yells bad. He let loosely spoke so slightly that it offended the woman in front of him.

"Dad. Let's go pelgi! Even Mother!" Azka smacked his father's arm, taking him away from the place.

"Yes dear. Purnama, I'll take my leave! Yeah." yeah." The man carrying his son left the woman alone. He was chasing his wife who was sulking because of it. "Azka will apologize to Mother Yes son!" Azka nodded.

Amalia arrived at her house. He heads to the kitchen to help bi Mina who is cooking. A few moments later, a hug from behind shocked the woman. Ms. Mina, who was aware of the incident, pulled herself to leave the kitchen immediately. He did not want to disturb his mistress who was making out.

"Darling, I'm sorry!" whispered Angga in Amalia's ear. The woman who was washing the vegetables stopped her activities. Disturbed by her husband. Amalia pinched her husband's hand. Instantly Angga let go of his embrace.

"Cock on the pinch, anyway!" his grunts while blowing his hands that feel hot. Shortly after that, the adorable little boy arrived. The boy immediately hugged his feet and said, "Mother sorry Azka, yes!"

His son's words made Amalia feel guilty. His treatment of his son earlier made the woman put on a sorry face. He's been too much. Scolding her son in front of her husband. Amalia crouched down and hugged her son. "Mother's sorry, baby. Mother didn't mean to upset Azka." The man standing behind her seemed to smile with relief. The relationship between mother and child has finally improved.

"Mother is not even anymore, right! Same Azka?" Amalia smiled at her son.

"No, dear dong! We have breakfast, Yuk," take Amalia to her son. The goose came closer to the two of them.

The three of them finally headed to the dining table. There wasn't much food on the dinner table this morning. There were only three glasses of milk and bread along with him. After breakfast together, Angga bathed his son. While Amalia cleaned up their former breakfast earlier.

After bathing his son. This time it was Angga who cleaned himself up. Her body felt so stifling after exercising this morning. Wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, Angga went down to meet his son who was playing with Ms. Mina. The mother is still in the kitchen.

Seeing her husband and son was neat. The young woman with one child also approached. "hmmm... Where is this going?" Seeing his wife approaching made Angga embrace his wife's shoulder.

"Mother go for a walk? I want to take you to the melon garden that is ready to harvest. So later to be able to record the typical melon of the plantation here," said Angga made the boy who wears a frog pants suit and short-sleeved shirt soaring with excitement.

"Yeahaaa. We're looking for melons." Azka really likes the bush. Ever since his teeth came out, the boy was often given a snack of the fruit. Therefore, he was so stunned to see the melon plantation that was not far from his current home.

"Yes, I'm ready, baby." Amalia moved from her seat to her room. Azka and Angga continued to watch the cards.

It didn't take long for the young mother to prepare herself. Wearing cotton hijab trousers, and a half-sleeve shirt suit makes the woman a little younger than her age. Make the husband who looks at him can not blink his eyes.

"Subhanallah darling. You are so beautiful. Whose wife is it! It's." Angga pinched his wife's cheeks making her son prancing with excitement.

"Mother is very beautiful," praised her son to make the young mother blush even more embarrassed.

"Son and Dad are really nervous. Ayok city is leaving now. It's gonna be hot!" Amalia immediately grabbed him by the man beside her. That's what he did so that they quickly moved from that place.

By driving his car. They arrived at the plantation owned by Mr. Takur. The plantation is privately owned not managed by a company. The area of the plantation reached 500 hectares, and all planted with melon. It's just the gradual harvest time.

They descend on a parking lot for visitors who want to come directly to the plantation. Not just an ordinary plantation, but the place was used as an argo tour by the owner. On weekdays like this there are not too many visitors. Especially considering the day is still too early to come to the melon plantation tour.

They walked in the middle of a small melon tree. Because they have to go inside to go to the place where the melon plantation is ready to harvest. By being escorted by workers there, they arrived at the place.

They stopped at a hut that was not too big, which was around filled with melon fruits that were ready to harvest.

"The fruits are rickshawed yes Bun," the boy chirped to see the melon in his presence.

"Yes dear. Now Azka choose which one to take home," said Angga mocking Azka approaching the melon tree.

"Azka wants to eat Daddy's bitch," the boy asked. According to the wishes of his son, Angga picked the largest melon fruit there. Then he brought her back to the cottage. Angga opened it with a knife that was already provided by the owner. The goose cut the melon into pieces. Azka couldn't wait to taste it.

"Dad wants... Want to..." Azka took one part and ate the melon into her mouth. After knowing the taste. Azka becomes addicted to wanting to taste it again. Same with both his parents. They are also the same, like being addicted to eating that fruit. Again and again. Until they did not realize the three of them almost spent one melon that was quite large.

"It's really sweet and fresh huh dear fruit. It's not in vain we're here, baby." In the midst of their togetherness a girl who met Angga earlier approached him.

"Sister Angga, here too?" asked Purnama when it was in the middle of the three of them.

"Yes. We are here because we want to pluck the melon directly from the tree," Angga replied smiling kindly at Purnama.

"Oh yes, brother, who are they?" Ask Purnama again. The young woman seemed to want to scrape information about her ex.

"Oh yes introduce. These are my wife and children." Angga introduced his little family to his ex.

"Amalia." The young mother extended her hand to the woman in front of her.

"Purnama, I'm Kak Angga's ex."

To be continued