The True Love of the Ceo

Seduce Pak Hari

It's getting late. As promised, Om Agung also arrived at the house of Miss Marni.

"Come, Gung. Rest first, Mba knows you're tired." Miss Marni went to the kitchen, made her a drink for her ex-sister-in-law. "Now, drink the coffee first."

"Mba, please explain, how Iam can give him that much money," Om Angung was filled with such high curiosity. After the wedding, he had no news at all. He focused on his work on the project as a foreman.

" He, ask him directly, Gung. Go to their apartment, even late at night and a little sleepover there."

"The question is, why do Iam love, Mba? Lila's not in the way?" Om Agung was a little surprised by the decision.

"Already," nodded Bu Marni weakly. "She gave him a covenant to never come to him again."

"Good, Mas Hari. As close as your life. In fact, in this state, your ex-wife also had to intervene," Om Agung grabbed her slightly shaggy hair. Leaning his back for a moment on the shoulder of the chair and sighing so heavily.

"Come on Mba, we're ready. Must be there immediately, for fear of inconveniencing others." invited Om Agung, who also permission to clean himself for a moment so as not to look too tired.

Ms. Marni immediately changed her clothes to make it more neat, and did not forget to wear her hijab with a gray sorong hijab. His face looked old, according to his age. But, that beauty had not yet faded from him. It is still often the temptation of the widows in the complex.

Om Agung and Bu Marni, go together with Om Agung's car. Apparently, Iam had forced him to buy a car, although Om Agung repeatedly refused. Until it happens, the cost of buying a car that is borne half by both of them.

"Sometimes, I feel, Iam it's too good, Mba."

"Lila's pregnant?"

"Yes, that's why Mba forbid you tell them." replied Miss Marni.

They arrived at the house. The mansion belongs to Mr. Hari and his new wife. Big, but it's been so unkempt. Wraps of rice scattered, maybe the neighbors took turns to feed him. Mr. Hari seemed to be sitting in the living room, with clothes that were so neat and fragrant. Her hair was drizzled with hair oil, and her face looked so happy.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother." call Om the Great, but not in his name. He was busy counting a few thousand and two thousand bills, as if it were hundreds of millions that He had.

"Sorry, Mom. We gave it to him. You see, if you don't hold the money, it must be raging." Mas Burhan approached, when he saw them coming.

Miss Marni walked slowly. She approached her ex-husband and sat down next to him, "Mas, where are you going?" ask her.

Mr. Hari stared, He realized it was Miss Marni, and immediately put on her arrogant face. "Here, the money I told you yesterday. You see, don't you, so much? I'm gonna go buy a shophouse. Just waiting for Rika to come."

"What if it's with me? Great also come. Rika said, she was waiting there." persuaded Miss Marni so gently. Mr. Hari's face commented with a smile, He immediately stood up and took a bag for his money. Ms. Marni helped clear the money, and Om Agung prepared some clothes to take to the hospital.

" I cannot bear, Mba." said Om the Great, who was bowed waiting for Mr. Hari.

"Yes, Gung. But, this was for her good. And, for the sake of the tranquility of the citizens here," Miss Marni rubbed Om Agung's shoulders, and strengthened each other.