Cupu Girl Owns the CEO
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Alex looked around the living room of Dara's house. Dara's house which he thought seemed unique because many relics of antiques are displayed in the living room.

Perhaps it was a collection of antiques, from his late father Dara who still faithfully adorned the living room of Dara's house.

Alex also stared at a picture of a man and a woman on the wall of Dara's house.

"Is that a picture of Dara's father and mother" Alex said.

"Rumah Dara, enough to have high artistic value. The display is also quite unique. Maybe Dara likes to collect antiques. Or his parents who like to collect antiques." Alex was still staring around. Nodding the items on display around the living room of Dara's house.

A few moments later, Dara came out to see Alex. Still in the same style. Two braids of hair, large glasses, and skirts and t-shirts attached to her body.

According to some men maybe Dara not really to be invited to walk, but for Alex all this time he never disputed the style of Dara's appearance. As long as Dara was still dressed modestly, Alex was never shy to walk with her.

"Are you ready for Dara?" ask Alex.

"Udah Mas" replied Dara.

"That's dong."

Alex looked at the wall.

"That's a photo of your parents?" ask Alex.

"Yes, it's."

"You don't want to say goodbye to them?"

Dara knitted her brows.

"A salute to what? they don't exist anymore."

"Who knows if you want to say the same two photos. Because I want to take you away for nights like this."

Dara stared at the picture of her parents and smiled.

"If they were still alive, they would definitely forbid me to go with a man. Especially going out at night like this. My father, the most violent man with his daughter. If he were alive, maybe he would forbid me to walk with men. And he could've locked me in the room so I wouldn't see him again."

"Oh yes! Serem is also your father. But from the looks of it he looks calm."

Alex takes Dara's hand. He then took Dara out of his house.

"Wait for Mas, I want to call my sister first, let them lock the house from the inside" said Dara.

Alex nodded. While Dara went back inside his house to see his sister.

"Ica, Oca, take care of the house. Brother wants to go first" said Dara.

"Where are you going, brother?" ask Ica.

"You go with Mr. Alex" replied Dara.

"Son't want to go out these nights like a man. Brother is not afraid of anything with him," said Oca who looked worried about her brother. Because Oca never saw Dara the same way men. So she felt a little worried for her brother.

Dara sighed deeply and smiled at her two younger siblings.

"So, I'm going to the hospital to accompany Mr. Alex's mother. You know, Mr. Alex is Mr. Rajasa's son. There's no way he fucked with brother. You can take care of yourself" said Dara.

"Yes, be careful, sister" said Ica.

"Yes. Lock all the doors and windows."

After saying goodbye to her two sisters, Dara then went out of her house. He looked at Alex who was already at the side of his car waiting for Dara.

Dara approached Alex.

"Have you opened the door for me?" ask Dara.

Alex just nodded.

Dara then got into the car. And so did Alex who got into the car. Then they left Dara's house.

****

"Duh, why Mas Rajasa from yesterday can not be contacted anyway. Where is he. Don't know what money I've been thinning," grumbled Rita.

Rita was still pacing back and forth in her room. Maybe she didn't know that her husband was sick out of town.

Ring ring ring...

The sound of Rita's phone ringing surprised Rita a little. Rita looked at her phone that she had placed on her bed.

Rita smiled when she saw Mr. Rajasa's name on the phone.

"Long-age, old man. I just thought about him, called him" Rita said.

Rita then took her cell phone on top of her bed and raised a call from Mr. Rajasa.

"Hello Mas..."

"Hello Rita's. Sorry, I just called you."

"Yes. Why did you just call me Mas? and from yesterday it was hard to contact."

"Sorry Rita. I just got back from the hospital. I was hospitalized two days ago."

"What! are you sick, huh?"

"Yes. My heart's relapsing again Rita."

"Ah, you are this. Why is it sick . Not that money transfer for me, it hurts."

"Sorry Rita. I forgot to give you some money."

"I want more. I need so much more now."

"Yes yes. I'll transfer it."

"Don't be long."

"Yes Rita. You don't have to worry about money . Because tomorrow, I'm going home too."

"What! go home. Very fast Mas. There hasn't been a week."

"I'm worried about Alex's mother."

"Mbak Vivi's. Have you found Vivi Mas?"

"Yes. It turns out Vivi was the same Alex. And now he's in a coma in the hospital."

"Koma? why is he?"

"Come Rita. I'm curious about that too. Because Alex never wanted to tell me anything."

"Mas, if about that, mending Mas handahin just like me. Let me take the lead, Miss Vivi. Don't have to go home. Just there."

"Why is that Rita?"

"I'm just concerned to see your condition. Moreover, you're sick."

"But I still want to go home Rita. I want to see Vivi's condition."

"Once your love is the same Sister Vivi Mas. To the extent that you're still willing to keep him and won't divorce him."

"Rita. I can't divorce Vivi yet. Because you know, his mental state is now disturbed."

"Huh, it's up to you. You are a stubborn man. It's the same as Alex your son. The important thing is you never be late giving me monthly money."

"Yes dear. Yes it was. I just want to tell you that. Tomorrow I'm flying to Jakarta. You must miss me."

"Yes. I'm kangen. Yes yes, yes yes. I'm going to sleep. U're sleepy. Good night, my."

"Good night Rita."

Rita then hangs up her phone line without caring about her husband. Rita did not feel sorry for Mr. Rajasa because he was sick. Rita never cared about her husband's current condition. She was only concerned with her husband's money, no matter how her husband's current condition.