The True Love of the Ceo

I want you to spilt.

"My money! Which money? Aaaarrrrrrggghhh!" Mr. Hari shouted with all his might. Run out of the house and look for his wife who just left.

"Rikaaaa! Rikaaaa! Where's my money, Rika! Come home."

Mr. Hari came out to the courtyard. He seemed dazed, staring in all directions but empty somewhere in the direction of the destination he would go. Until a neighbor came to him, "Where are you going?"

"Rica? Which rika? He brought my money?" ask Mr. Hari, who is only thinking about his money for now.

"Well, the name of the wife should be on eawalin. How much money?"

"Two hundred million, plus... Fifty million," he stuttered. The neighbor just squinted his eyes, and gave a motion of disbelief to him. They knew how Mr. Hari, who could only ask his ex-wife.

"Sir, if you're dizzy, go home and rest. Don't go anywhere, it will stray." said the tatangga to him. Moreover, looking at his condition that was so pale and like a dazed person. Worried, if something happens to her.

"I want to find Rika, same Lydia. They brought my money."

"Let's help you find it, huh. Wait, he said to the market. If we don't go home, we'll find it."

"My money! You know my money! That's a lot, my money all."

"Ah, crazy," Mr. Hari's neighbor finally got upset, and left him alone on the streets. And Mr. Hari stood still in his place. Daydreaming, and staring blankly in all directions. He finally came home after he was tired.

***

"Hallo, Mas, what's up?" ask Lila, who answered her husband's phone. Usually Iam never calls if afternoon, because indeed he will go home. But this time it was different, Iam called just to ask, Lila wants what as a souvenir of his return.

"What, huh? Lila doesn't want anything, does she? There's still Mom at home, so ask me to go straight."

"Okay, let me go home. Wait at home, huh? I love You."

"Mom?" panggi Lila, approaching the mother who was cooking.

"What's wrong?"

"If the wife is pregnant, what husband is she usually?"

"Cok that? Why?"

"Yes, ask me. Because automatically, Lila will not be able to serve her husband as usual."

"You're afraid, Iam protesting? Or, Iam slowly moving away from you?" asked Bu Marni, who was busy picking spinach in her hands.

"Lila, Iam a good man. I can see that. Not only because of the bitter experience of Mother, so you are traumatized by fishing. That's not good, son, avoid it. It will stress you out, and be filled with fear. Treat me as you normally would with her. Iam sure you understand, if you're tired or for some other reason."

Lila turned her finger over the glass. Looking at his own face reflected on the glass, which looked beautiful. Yes, indeed the experience of the mother made her own fear in her heart. Not because Iam is going to leave, but there are going to be a lot of teasers out there.

The door opened, Iam entered and immediately greeted Lila with his warm embrace. As usual, Iam kissed her gently plus rubbed the wife's stomach.

"Hey, how was it today?"

"How-how. Still good, not spoiled, not craving, and not fussy."

"Yes, you want to be spoiled. Let me serve all your weird cravings. Exciting as it is." seduced Iam.

"Emang, don't you bother?"

"Engga, it's fun in my opinion."