Hot Love Mr. CEO
CHAPTER 3-THE OTHER SIDE OF BAGAS

Brums..

A luxury car speeding by her broke the streets of the bustling capital city in the afternoon - a journey that had to take almost an hour to her house she could travel with just half a time clock by Bagas because of the above average speed he was doing.

The man glanced at his expensive watch which had shown at 15:45, the car darted into a high fence of white color, white, the automatic turnstile opened from the inside looking at the car from a distance of several meters.

“Very boring,”gumam Bagas who feels his days are just like a story that has been written and he just runs what is already there.

The man got out of the car letting a man in a black suit park his car in.

Drapery..

The sound of Bagas' footsteps was clearly heard because his black shoes made a sound on the floor, the sound of Bagas' shoes made a beautiful woman immediately run to hug the handsome man.

“Darling you've come home, are you hungry? Are you tired? Come out of this let's go on the road, don't just do your work in your boring upper room, ” said the woman nyerocos hugged Bagas very tightly.

The flat gaze of Bagas was very felt, the man chirped to let out his complaint voice to the woman. And glanced at a man in glasses who was watching TV still wearing his suit.

“Dad, please take care of this wife of yours, do not continue to disturb me,” complained Bagas said that to the man sitting on the sofa where the television room is located.

Plaque…

Not yet had the man in front of it turn his face a smooth slap on the cheek Bagas was given by the woman who had hugged him, he said, the woman let go of her embrace and walked over sitting next to the man who was watching TV.

“So your mouth is well Bagas, I am your mommy. It's rude of you, God how can I have such a cold son God, why should my husband's nature go down to my two sons. It's enough one of these two straight out of my womb, ” complained mommy Bagas while holding his head.

“Darling I'm not like that, I'm not cold to you,”a bespectacled man whose name is Joan William.

Joan William, who does not know this man? A successful man who runs a business in various fields that have spread his branches almost throughout the countries in this Asian continent, Joan William was one hundred percent of European men who married an indigenous woman named ratna the holy princess.

Sounds a little classic name because indeed mommy Bagas is a descendant of native Javanese blood, met the handsome man born in Europe when he studied s2 in Europe at one of the universities there.

Their love story is intertwined and has been going on for almost 32 years. Born his eldest son named Bagas william who was 28 years old, then verell william their youngest child who was just 12 years old.

“Where is verell mom?” Tanya Bagas rolled her eyeballs across their luxurious mansion.

Come mansion like this is a small thing for their families to buy, but a Bagas william still silence his identity without changing the wealth of the father, he said, though his self has replaced his father served in the william group. But his identity only colleagues know.

“Your sister is studying, you know she is very crazy now learning mandarin. Why don't we use Indonesian and English only, if I have two smart men to be my translator right,” asked ratna raise her eyebrows staring at her husband and son.

Bagas dodged his head to hear his mommy words, come on mommy is smart but a little splashy and too much bacot for himself and a little alay.

“How could daddy like mommy first if he was weird like this,”gumam Bagas nibbled his temple.

“What did you say Bagas? Try hardening it again Hah! Of course because your mommy is beautiful and shaky bland, my body goals, ayu tenan anyway, wong jowo gini,”yell Ratna pointed at the child with her upset face.

“Had his voice like a duck cry,”gumam Bagas again left the mommy who kept chattering walking towards his room which was upstairs.

While the ratna that is always in the buli her child itself is resilient, the middle-aged woman who is still beautiful in her age, yes her name is rich people of course care right. The wrinkles are also gone yes, ratna folded both her hands on her chest.

“Basic mas, why can you plant such seedlings, arghhh why my genes are less powerful to have children in frequency with myself,”yer ratna randomized her hair.

Her husband who stares at the wife's behavior just chuckles, yes if love has a reason. Then it cannot be defined with love, because love is very difficult to express in words, just see the woman you love is silent, just silent, every time you stare at her every time you fall in love for her umpteenth time, right?

“Sabar darling, do not get angry later your treatment in vain, Joan's mockery to the wife.

“Hah really mas?”ratna asked who had been upset at once turned frantically looking at the husband and holding his face.

While on the other hand Bagas has entered in the room ny man unbuttoned his shirt and remove his white shirt and throw away any that show the handsome abs of the man, he said, which woman will not be crazy.

But every time Bagas entered his room he stared at a photo of a man about 15 years old who turned out to be a young Bagas, in the photo there is another person, a little girl about 5 years old who is in the hand of Bagas.

“I dont like all about you princess,”gumam Bagas with her flat gaze rubbed the face on the photo.