Your Cold CEO belongs to me

A lonely heart

"Why, Sir?" Reno manger restaurant where Jamilah worked astonished when he saw the look on Jonathan's face as if seeing a ghost. He immediately looked back, in case Jamilah's friend saw a ghost behind his body.

"It's okay, I was waiting for Jamilah. Now I want to go home" Jonathan said quickly.

"Ow, bring a vehicle, sir?" ask Reno again while looking at the parking area that was left behind only the employee's motorbike.

"I took an online taxi" Jonathan said, focusing on his phone.

"I'll take the car, if it's the direction I can be a--"

"No! .. I mean no need to bother, I can go home alone." Jonathan noticed his overreacting reaction and forced his smile.

"Ow, okay." Reno nodded then walked towards her car with a frown in wonder.

Arriving home, Jonathan entered the room and sent a short message to Jamilah without changing his clothes first.

📩 Milah, already sleeping? tomorrow morning or noon? yuk road.

Jonathan looked at his black cell phone screen and looked calm. There was no sign of a reply from Jamilah.

Jonathan snorted angrily and grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom. When he arrived at the door, the tone of the incoming message sounded. As fast as lightning Jonathan grabbed the phone and immediately opened it.

📩 Jooo, tomorrow accompany me to the salon yuk. I want to change the color gray, again trend

Jonathan throws his cell phone in bed when he finds out that Stella sent him a message. Knowing if the message was read but not answered, Stella immediately contacted Jonathan.

"What?!" jonathan spray without opening words.

"I'm surprised, I'm surprised. Jonathan is now rude" Stella said in a sulking tone.

"Buruan, what do you want to say??" chase Jonathan.

"That's what I sent a message to."

"I've read, what to use call everything."

"Can't be answered."

"I'm bothered" Jonathan said briefly.

"A beat, Jo. Yes, yes, yes," urged Stella.

"Ga can't do it, Stella! so stubborn." Jonathan turns off his phone without waiting for a reaction from Stella.

Jonathan, tired physically and mentally, had forgotten his promise that would never hurt the girl again.

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Jamilah just replied to his message in the morning with a fairly short answer.

📩 In the morning, where will you go?

📩 Watch yuk, I'll pick up later in the day

Jonathan replied to Jamilah's message with a smile. By three o'clock in the afternoon, Jonathan had packed up all his work and was ready to slide to the restaurant where Jamilah worked. Just about to open the door, Stella walked into the room.

"Will you go home?" ask Stella.

"Yes, why would I go on a date?"

"Jamilah Same?" stella asked in a sad tone.

"Yes." Yeah." Jonathan has always been used to being open to Stella, about all the women he's close to and Stella doesn't really care about it, because she knows Jonathan won't be with one woman for long.

"Mmm... Can I come?"

"So!" jonathan shouted firmly and then walked out of the room just like that.

If Stella wants to join Jonathan on a date, it doesn't matter to Jonathan. Stella has always been a top priority compared to women who are close to her. But this time Stella realized that the restaurant's servant girl was different.

Stella sits alone at a fast food restaurant in a mall. Born as an only child with elderly parents, Stella often felt lonely in her luxurious home.

On the bench of SMU was only Jonathan his closest friend. He could not make friends with his fellow women, as the women were always jealous of his closeness to Jonathan.

Stella licks the ice cream that almost melted in her hand. It was usually Jonathan who accompanied her if she felt as saturated and lonely as she was today.

"The finger looks good, huh?" A familiar sounding voice sounded from the back bench.

"Om Radit?"

"Who's the guy?" Both ask the same question. Both of them laughed.

"I'm alone, if Om?" tany Stella's.

"So meet a friend upstairs, come down and see you lick your hands again."

"Funny," said Stella. Their conversation came to a halt as Stella saw Jonathan walking up the stairs in a hand with Jamilah.

"You want to go along with them?" Raditya followed Stella's gaze.

"Ga, they want to watch" said Stella.

"You want to watch it too? let me be friends" Raditya bargained. I don't know why he felt sorry and cared about this girl.

"Ga wants, I'll be mistaken for chili-cabean if the road is the same om-om," said Stella. The originally sad face was cheerful again.

"Oh yeah, I'll eat here." Without waiting for Stella's approval, Raditya goes to the cashier and orders the same menu as Stella.

The two of them were chatting leisurely while eating. Stella finds out that the grown man in front of her is the number one in her city police unit.

Raditya tells about his daily life as a police officer and Stella tells the story of his teenage daughter who he thinks is happy but sounds sad in Raditya's ears.

"You walk alone often?"

"Sometimes Jonathan doesn't know if he's busy or doesn't have a girl." Stella's face returned grim.

"You should look for many new friends, do not expect too much from one person. If one person disappoints you, it won't hurt this much" Raditya said.

"Don't, who's hurt. Ordinary times, the clash also broke them," said Stella lying to herself.

"I'm just expressing my opinion, being thanked is nothing."

"Hahahaha, it's Baper." Stella's laughter exploded, "Someone wants to be friends with me other than Jonathan." Stella's face quickly dimmed back.

"You may not have tried."

"Udah ah, the topic is stale." Stella opened her bag and took the red capsule and swallowed it quickly.

"What kind of medicine is that?" ask Raditya curiously.

"Vitamins are beautiful" said Stella.

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I brought another good story for my friends

Chapter snippet

Mas Pras pulled my hand, and led me into the room. "You're nothing at all, arguing like that with my mom, Dek?"

"Mas, but mother started. I brought the money back. Do I always have to be quiet? Did I give up less on my mother?" I said with raucous, it feels to express the distress that I think is so difficult. I can only shed tears. I'm tired of this complicated situation.

Looking at my tears, Mas Pras approached me and rubbed it. He didn't scold me when I said all my heart. He should know exactly how I feel. Never been given a living but still had to be undermined by his family.