The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Cinderella the Angga

"Where exactly am I going to take you, sir?" ask Amelia.

"Don't ask too many questions!" exclamation Annga

"Or don't-don't, I want to be invited to the Club' again, sir?" Amalia begins to suspect Angga. He's afraid of being invited to the club again.

"Where is the club' open, this afternoon." Angga smiled ridiculing Amalia.

"Some of you just stay quiet, follow my orders," Angga added. Amalia did not respond to Angga's remarks. Most importantly for him at the moment, being able to pay for the compensation of the urn he broke.

Cars drove splitting the crowd of Jakarta city. At the time of returning home from work, the density of vehicles began to increase. Angga will take Amalia to the famous boutique in Jakarta. Angga's personal driver has memorized, where he must drive Angga and Amalia. Because indeed he often drove Angga to the boutique. The boutique, owned by his best friend, is a boutique subscription to the Angga family.

A two-story boutique, Angga's car stopped. Amalia and Angga got out of the car, simultaneously. While the driver drove his car towards the parking lot. Angga with reflexes, holding Amalia's hand.

"Why use hold-hold everything, sir!" amalia protested, who felt bad.

"Udah do not have much to protest you," said Angga still holding the hand of Amalia.

They go hand in hand, they look like lovers. They walked into the boutique, and were greeted kindly by the boutique clerk. The boutique staff then approached the two of them.

"Good afternoon Mr. Angga" said a friendly boutique employee.

"Sore," Angga replied briefly.

"Can I help you sir?" ask the boutique staff.

"Find this girl a dress along with makeup, shoes and bags," Angga's orders were firm.

"Good Sir." The boutique clerk smiled at Amalia.

"Let's Mommy!" The boutique clerk took Amalia to the place where the beautiful dresses were. Amalia just followed where the boutique clerk took her.

In a room that is quite spacious, there are luxurious dresses lined up neatly there. Amalia was amazed to see the beautiful dresses there. For a long time she had never seen expensive dresses. Since his father went bankrupt. Amalia followed the boutique officer

walk. They stopped at the corner of the room, there was a storefront containing the dresses of the choice of the boutique.

A beautiful peach-colored dress, is the choice of the boutique clerk. A dress patterned with shafts, with cristal ornaments, shows a luxurious impression on the dress. The dress was then given to Amalia.

"Try using this one mbak, it seems to match the color of the skin of the Mbaknya." Amalia picked up the dress that the boutique clerk had given her.

"There's a dressing room Ma'am!" The boutique clerk pointed to a dressing room not far from where they were standing. Amalia walked into the dressing room. Amalia was still confused as to why she should wear such luxurious clothes.

After entering the dressing room, Amalia undressed, then put on the dress of the choice of the boutique employee. Reflecting, Amelia observed herself in the glass. She smiled shyly looking at herself in the mirror. Apparently true, the dress looks harmonious in Amalia's body. After being perfectly attached to her body, Amalia came out of the dressing room. The boutique clerk watched Amalia from top to bottom. He was amazed by the figure in front of him.

"That's right, Ma'am, it's really in the body of the Mama," said the boutique officer.

"Now we go to the makeup room" the boutique clerk asked, then walked into a room. There was already a beautiful woman, welcoming them. She is a makeup artist who works at the boutique.

"Ra, please make over this Amalia!. She is the girl who was brought by Angga Dwipangga" Holding the boutique ordered Tiara to dress Amalia.

"Ok say" Tiara attaches the mother's tissue with her index finger.

"Here Ma'am" Tiara invited Amalia to sit down. With a shrewd look she began to bring out her ability to dress Amalia up. Starting from Amalia's hairstyle, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, eyelashes, eyebrows, and her lipstick are fitted perfectly on Amalia's face.

"Well, very beautiful Ma'am," praised Tiara, after seeing the results of her make over.

"Thank you" Amalia smiled sweetly looking at herself in the mirror.

Amalia was taken by Tiara to the collection room of the bag and the shoes. Choose a haightheel that is the same color as the dress and bag.

Amalia does look very beautiful, with her current look. Anggun Amalia walked over to Angga who was waiting for her in the boutique waiting room. When Amalia was in front of Angga, Angga just glanced at her. Regardless of Amalia's presence.

"Pak Angga, this is Ma'am Amalia is done in make over." Tiara's words, made Angga pay close attention to Amalia. His eyes were fixed on Amalia, the beautiful Cinderella-like girl standing in front of him. Angga's eyes seemed reluctant to blink, seeing a different look from Amalia. Really, Amalia is like the king's daughter, unlike the official girl.

"Is this really the girl?" ask Angga not to believe.

"True sir, this Ma'am, Ms. Amalia." Tiara pointed at Amalia. Amalia was really so embarrassed, she got nervous. Because Angga was watching him continuously.

"Let's get Angga, we fit his suit." Tiara's words disperse Angga's daydream.

"Eh, come on," he answered nervously.

Angga really did not expect that Amalia was so beautiful. While walking Angga turned towards Amalia, to the point of hitting the glass door there.

"Ouch!" Said pain.

Amalia just smiled at Angga's behavior. He still does not understand, where will he be invited. Dressed like this, he just resigned, where will be invited Angga go.

With a black suit, a gray tie, Angga walked over to Amalia. Angga looks different, his style is younger than usual. Her hair also seemed to be overhauled by the hairdresser at the boutique.

"It's normal to see me" Tukas Angga said.

"Yeee, that's a hell of a geeer, sir"

"That's until I didn't blink that"

"Astaghfirullahalladzim Pak, not the Father who saw me not blinking," elak Amalia, who did not like to be mocked by Angga.

They walked out, Angga's personal driver swiftly picking them up in front of the boutique. Carefully, Amalia got into the car, followed by Angga. They're headed for Dona's wedding. Along the way, Angga often steals Amalia's sights. For the first time, he sees Amalia making a complete make.

"Am, do you have a boyfriend." Suddenly Angga asks Amalia something personal.

"I don't have a girlfriend sir, besides who wants to be with an office girl, like me," replied Amalia lowly.

"I'm sorry for my mistake at that time" Angga felt guilty for Amalia, for humiliating Amalia.

Amalia, who heard Angga's words, immediately turned moody. Actually, he no longer wanted to remember the events that took away his pride. He wants to make peace with the circumstances, even though he has not fully forgiven Angga. Rice has become porridge, he also does not completely blame Angga. He felt that he could not take good care of himself. Supposedly, he didn't go to the Club that night. Whatever the reason, as a woman it is not appropriate to go to midnight with a person who is not her muhrim. Suddenly, Amalia's tears fell. Angga, who noticed it, tried to wipe away Amalia's tears. Gently cleaned the tears of Amalia who had already fallen onto her cheeks. Getting a touch from Angga's hand, immediately made Amalia look towards Angga, as well as Angga. Now that the two of them looked at each other, the longer Angga pushed his face to Amalia's face.

To be continued...

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