Handsome CEO And Secret Wife
Part2's. 80 - GIFTS

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Rico laughed silently hearing the provoking sentence. Unfortunately today was quite tiring for him, so Rico felt not too interested to serve the annoying sentence spoken from the tiny lips that are now throwing a mocking smile in front of him.

“It could be yours, but it depends on what I can get from you first.” said Rico with a calm expression but enough to make himself able to see flashes of anger that flashed past the round eyes of Meta.

It looks like Rico has managed to nudge Meta's self-esteem even though he does it calmly.

“Didn't Mr Rico already take too much.?” concluded Meta held back furious, making Rico again laugh without a sound.

“Do not fabricate. I haven't even gotten anything but this.”

Saying so while rubbing Meta's lips with his fingers raised, making the stunned Meta immediately retreated again a step to avoid Rico's possessive but thrilling touch.

“Fine sir Rico go home.” he said with a reddened face and ear lobes.

“You sure you want me to go home?” Rico smiled mockingly while keeping two palms each in the pocket of the pants he was wearing. “It's a pity.. whereas I've taken pains to bring the gift I promised two days ago.”

Meta. Truly he was really not interested in Rico's words because there was, every time the man gave him something the man would also definitely ask for his rewards as usual.

Nothing is free, if it relates to the gift of a Rico Chandra Wijaya.

“Your gift is in your room.”

Meta glares. “Pak Rico into my room?” ask him with a protest mimic, realizing the possibility of Rico swiftly entering his private area.

“I put it on your bed.” said Rico again indifferently without caring about the eyes of Meta who seemed to want to swallow him alive.

‘Totally presumptuous..’

Meta fizzled inwardly, annoyed with Rico's always arbitrary attitude. But had not had time to do something even say something, suddenly Meta's wrist has been pulled gently by a big hand that unfortunately feels warm.

“Kemari..” said Rico who was getting impatient to face the Meta residence.

Rico just let go of his hand as soon as they got framed by the bedroom door. With a head movement accompanied by raised eyebrows Rico hinted Meta to open the door leaf that had been in front of them.

Meta looked back at Rico's dark pair of eyes. In silence Meta was stunned when he realized that the two men's eyes looked a little haggard and tired.

Of course, because today must have been a very tiring day for Rico.

After the big event of launching Indotama Times Square this afternoon, Rico has forced himself to come these nights just to fulfill his promise that has been delayed two days ago, namely bringing Meta gifts.

Akhh. This time, I felt the same.

What a great hope-giving man..!

Then should Meta again believe and be deceived?

Meta wanted to shake his head, but the sincerity that was in the depths of Rico's eyes now made Meta even a little tenacious.

“Open first. I want to know if you like the gift or not.” Rico said again when he saw the doubt Meta when touching the door handle.

Meta did not answer, only his hand turned the door handle slowly.

The door opened, and the next second Meta's breath seemed to be stuck in his throat as soon as he saw the scene before his eyes, something Rico meant as a gift for him.

“How? do you like.?” whispered Rico slightly bowed as he said it behind the meta ear that looked stunned.

A pair of Meta's eyes had warmed up just like that, the tears had even fallen vying to make several trenches at once on the surface of his smooth cheeks, but he still nodded in a stifled sob.

“A-I like. I like the gift.. t-thank you.. Mr. Rico, t-thank you.” along with the sliding of the sentence that gnawed, Meta's shoulders also come down and down for a hiccup, because of a hiccup, who somehow got a boost of strength from where that made Rico desperate to embrace it just into his chest.

Meta was still standing upright framed by the door while sobbing violently, behind him was Rico who hugged him tightly.

They both looked in the same direction..

Up the bed Meta..

Where the promised prize Rico is there.

A three-year-old boy was fast asleep on the bed with a peaceful face.

Smooth snoring seems to indicate how deep dreams cradle his sleep.on the bed with the distinctive aroma of the mommy that he has long missed..

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