Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Meet .. but it feels far away

"Loh, hey Milah! .. Jeez the boy if the road is really fast," complained Retno saw his motorbike had passed the fence cost, "Hopefully the ring was not taken by the new owner." Retno shook her head and went back inside her room.

Meanwhile, Jamilah who just arrived at the apartment, immediately parked the motorbike owned by Retno and entered through the apartment lobby.

"Mba ... mba Milah!"

"What's up, Mr Mattress?" Jamilah who will enter the elevator door that opens, take another step back when the apartment security officers call him.

"Where are you going?"

"To the top." Jamilah raised his index finger.

"Apartment, Mba Milah?" ask the security guard again. Let's nod our heads impatiently.

"Mba Milah's apartment is already filled by someone else."

"His guy in?"

"It was late this afternoon, so Mba Jamilah could not enter because the door code must have been changed."

"I'd like to find my stuff that might be left behind, sir. How ya?" Let's look at the security guard expectantly.

"Let me anterin let the guy not misunderstand." Jamilah smiled with relief to hear Mr. Kasur can understand the turmoil of his heart.

Jamilah remained standing behind Mr. Kasur, as the middle-aged man knocked on the door of his former apartment. After the third knock came the sound of footwear dragging from inside there.

"Night, sorry to interrupt. This is Mba Jamilah who used to live in this apartment, said there are items that may be left behind what can be entered to find inside?" obviously Mr. Mattress represents himself speaking. While the man who opened the apartment door for them initially frowned then reviewed his smile and nodded.

"Please." The man tilted his body position giving way for Jamilah to get inside.

"Excuse me." Let's step inside with a little polite bowing.

"Mba, I went down first. Underneath ain't nobody guarding."

"Well, wait a minute."

"Ga nothing, I testified. Mas, look out for you if Mba Jamilah out blisters are definitely a Masnya what," always Mr. Mattur with index finger pointing to the man leaning on the apartment door.

"Hahahaha .. safe, sir." The man held up his thumb.

"What stuff is left?" The man turned his gaze towards Jamilah who was stunned to see the back of Mr. Mattur who was getting away.

"Eh, ring."

"Please look for, there is nothing I have moved because this afternoon I just came in to clean up but already tired, but since entering I have not seen any rings in this apartment."

Mata Jamilah looked towards the closed door. As if knowing what Jamilah was staring at, the man followed the direction of his gaze.

"In the room?" Let's nod our heads in doubt, "Please. I'm sure the ring must be very valuable to you, whether it's expensive or the memories are too beautiful, until you come back here nights with different footwear on the right and left side.

Let's bow his head and grimace in shame, "Yes, the ring is precious."

"May what you are looking for be found here." The man pointed towards the former room Jamilah used.

"I knew. I won't get out of my position by 1cm." The young man was still in the same position leaning against the door leaf with both hands folded in front of his chest.

Slowly open the door to her room and check under the bed. His eyes were looking for a small silver object with a tiny glass stone in the sky blue.

"Ohhh, adaa!" exclaim Jamilah happy then immediately try to reach his favorite object that has rolled far in the middle of the bed, which is under the bed,

"Thank goodness to see you" Jamilah smiled with relief. He walked out of the room while bowing his head putting a ring on his ring finger.

"I didn't expect it." Hearing the voice he so longed for made Jamilah take his eyes off admiring the beauty of the ring on his finger.

"Mr Jo ...." Jamilah unravels her smile.

"Yes, i. Wh why? you're surprised I'm here?" Jonathan's stiff face made Jamilah's smile disappear from his lips.

"He's your friend?" ask the new apartment owner. Still in the middle of the room. He was still not aware between the pleasure of meeting Jonathan, and the cold attitude displayed by his lover.

"He's my girlfriend." Jonathan who replied with a sharp gaze was still towards the bewildered Jamilah.

"I was disappointed when I received the money and the letter in the envelope you left at the office. I went straight to your workplace to ask for an explanation of why your mind is so narrow, but when I caught up with you here .. I understood your way of mind, Milah," Jonathan said. His gaze alternated between Jamilah and the young man who looked relaxed leaning against the door as if he was watching a drama scene.

"I told your friend earlier, the girl he mentioned was in the room looking for her leftovers." The young man started to open his voice. He stood up straight and put his hands in his shorts.

"This ring is missing" said Jamilah lirih. He raised his hand to reveal the ring he had just found.

"The ring that's always attached to your finger can miss?" Jonathan frowned. There was a tone of disbelief in his sentence. When he swallowed his saliva, he did not know how to explain the ring left in the apartment room.

"Mmm .. can you two talk about personal matters outside only. I'm tired of taking a break." Jamilah nodded understandably. He muttered an apology and walked over to Jonathan.

Jonathan's phone rang, apparently across the street saying something bad, so Jonathan's face seemed tense and worried.

"Please calm down, I'm going to the hospital now." Hearing the word of the hospital, Jamilah knew about who the person across the street was talking about. His approach to Jonathan came to a halt.

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I brought another good story

Rayana Hasianna, never thought that the household that has been built for 2 and two years, should run aground in the hands of the actor who is none other than his own friend.

Rayana never thought that that afternoon she would see the bed that had been her personal property with her husband, had to be replaced by, Lani, her own best friend.

Determined to seek revenge or save his household, Ray chooses to pretend not to know the actions of the two people he loves so much.

What about Ray's story? will a heart that has been broken into pieces be reorganized?

Will Ray manage to get her husband's love again, or will fate say otherwise?

"I may forgive you, but not to forget, this pain." - Rayana Hasianna.