The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Ruckus

That's seeing your makeup wear off!" Angga smiled faintly, as he regained his senses from his daydream.

"What time?" Amalia wiped her tears.

"Really! so ugly dong me, sir?" ask Amalia not to believe it. Angga is smiling.

"See it yourself!" Angga pointed the rearview mirror at Amalia.

"Where to see! no really, still pretty," said Amalia with the pedal.

"Such a feeling you are beautiful, yes it is impossible that your make-up faded, expensive stuff," said Angga mocking Amelia.

"Where do I actually want to go, sir?" Amalia asked Angga again, she was still curious from earlier.

"Temenin me to my ex's wedding," Angga replied honestly. " What?" Amalia was shocked to hear Angga's words. " Ordinary can you, right?" Angga shook his head.

"Yes, you want to use me! besides like no other girl, so it makes me feel bad." Amalia did not think, why Angga chose him who accompanied Angga, his former marriage ceremony.

"Do you mind, can walk with the boss kece, kayak me" Angga added, patting his chest.

"Where's Pa!, arrogant that way, it's like maksa anyway." Amalia talks menrocos, like bajaj no brakes.

"Remember, later if there you have to pretend to be my partner. We should look good in front of a crowd." Angga then tells Amelia what to do while at the party.

"No promise"

"You" Amalia gets even more anxious about making her boss angry. For some reason, he had to obey the will of his boss.

Amalia did not think, why she still wanted to obey the will of her boss. Though it was clear, Angga who took away his pride.

They arrive at the hotel, where Dona and her husband are having their wedding. Angga holds the hand of Amalia, a Cinderella tub that is coupled with her prince. They smiled kindly, at the other invited guests. A five-star hotel, that's where Dona's wedding reception is. Many guests were already there. Most of them are, top celebrities, her friend Dona. There, too, were many press covering Dona's wedding.

Angga also recognized some invited guests, they are from among the great entrepreneurs in the country. Apparently, Dona's husband is not a celebrity, but a businessman as well. Angga walked with Amalia to the throne, where the two brides sat.

"Welcome to the new life Don, and husband. May it be a sadinah family, mawadah, warohmah." Angga congratulates Dona and her husband, followed by Amalia. Honestly, Amalia was very nervous. There were many important people at the party. He's just scared, if anyone recognizes him there. If that happened, it would make his boss embarrassed.

"thanks yes Ngga. No, so she's your new boyfriend?" dona asked a friendly smile to Amalia.

"Eh, yes! she is Amalia" said Angga nervously.

"It's so pretty, doesn't suit you!" Tempted Dona, making Amalia blush in shame.

"When are you going to follow us?" dona said, glancing at her husband.

"Inshaa Allah as soon as possible." answered Angga flatly.

"Yes, don't forget to invite us!" Angga just smiled, after that went from the bridal stopover. Amalia was just trailing behind Angga, she didn't know what to do. He is afraid, if he misacts. It'll screw everything up.

Angga chose to sit in a chair that had been provided by the WO. He sat right in the corner of the room, looking a beautiful view from outside the window. The lights are scattered, adorning the night of the capital.

"You hungry?" asked Angga, Amalia nodded.

"Yes, let me take the food. You're just here!" Angga moved from his seat. He went to get food, for himself and Amalia. Angga chose to take a chocolate cake with a batter on it, and took two glasses of juiece.

After taking the food, Angga sat back in his place.

"Geez sir, just eat this! where's the full sir?" Amalia grumbled after knowing the food Angga took.

"You are a girl, you must be able to keep your diet. It's night, don't eat that heavy." Then Angga gave an excuse, about the food he took.

"That's if I've eaten lunch since, I haven't eaten sir from lunch. You have the heart, torturing my stomach, by just eating this," said Amalia pointed to the food at the table.

"Don't worry about you, later after from here I'll treat you. Now eat first, the food is there," suggested Angga.

"Well, really sir! that's it, hehehehe." Amalia started eating, the food. While Angga just eat, Amalia who is eating. While eating her cake, her batter stuck to the corner of Amalia's lips. With a swift Angga wipe, the rest of the better at the corner of Amalia's lips. Angga looked at Amalia's entire face. Slowly, on his lap the former better it.

Gaining the attention of Angga, Amalia becomes nervous. His face turned pale, his heart racing. Moreover, as Angga looked into Amalia's eyes, making his soul fly away.

"Kayak a child, eat a pack of kayaks that way." Angga's words awaken Amalia from her delusion.

"I can clean it myself, sir, do not be pretentious. The ends make me miserable." Amalia took the tishu from Angga's hand, then cleared her lips herself.

A middle-aged woman and man walked over towards Angga and Amalia.

"Well, are you here too?" ask Psk Burhan when it is near Angga.

"Oh yes Om, incidentally the bride, is my friend," said Angga politely

"Kak Angga really didn't say, if you want to come here! we can do it together." Angel immediately wrestled spoiled on Angga's arm.

"Actually I had accidentally come here," said Angga gave an excuse.

"Sister Dateng is here with this girl." Angel pointed at Amalia, "Yes!" exclamation Angga short.

"Mistake it, Brother is here with office girl office sister. Geez, brother, put it to shame." Angel continued to corner Amalia, and made Amalia bow, not daring to look at Angga.

"What don't you, she's your office girl?" ask Mr. Burhan in shock.

"Why, um, if she's my office girl. Aren't all people the same?" Angga who did not accept to see Amalia humbled, came to speak.

"He's more honorable than anyone" he added.

"Hey, you girls don't know shame. You deliberately, tease Brother Angga." Angel pushes Amalia's body to collapse, with Anga swiftly catching her. Amalia remained silent, not replying to Angel's treatment.

"You were not pantes accompanied by Angga, come to this party. Not level!" Angel's words tore through Amalia's defenses, her tears escaping from her eyes.

"Angel! keep your talk, who you think you are, determine who is worthy to accompany me at this party. It's my privacy, don't try to put him down." Angga held Amalia who was crying.

"People! if your father finds out with your attitude, two will be disappointed with you!" snapped Mr. Burhan did not accept his son being scolded in public.

"We're getting out of here!" exclaim Angga died at the party, and the hand of Amalia was drawn to follow him.

They became the center of attention of the invited guests there, there was even a journalist who took their video.

Angga takes Amalia out of the hotel, she calls her personal driver. Angga feels bad for Amalia, being publicly humiliated by Angel and Mr. Burhan.

"We went to Uya's restaurant, yes Mang," Angga ordered his personal driver, as they were already in the car.