Melancholic CEO
chapter 1: I don't want to get married, do you have an idea?
"Pursue him!" the voice of a man gave command to a number of men, to chase after the person who was galloping in front of them.
They kept running after him until he finally stopped at a dead end aisle. The place where the person they were chasing stopped running.
"What do you want?" ask the guy. His voice shivered in fear.
He was a young man, about the end of 20 years old, small and short in stature. It is not a balanced opponent for a number of large and muscular men.
"Where is that thing?" answered the heavy voice of a man who was shouting in the middle of a number of men who were standing in the way.
"I.I don't know what you're talking about," the small-statured man shook his head nervously. "You must have been the wrong person."
"Make him confess" the man looked back.
"What do you want?" the small-statured man walked backwards. His body shivered in fear.
A fist floated in response. Along with punches and kicks. Shouts of pain echo to break the silence of the night.
After a long time the silence rejoined the cold of the night. A small man was lying in the hallway. Noiseless. Not move.
"Damn it, damn it!" shouted the boss growled.
"How's this boss?" ask one of the muscular men.
"Leave it," the boss turned around, walking out of the hallway.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, in a 9th-floor luxury apartment located in the heart of Jakarta, an early 20-year-old girl, enter the apartment with a grim face.
"I'm upset" he said, throwing a branded backpack over a moss-green sofa with a slender body blow.
His name was Aisyahzaara rhea ravika hadiyan. A very long name. According to her parents, a beautiful daughter is like a flower, motherly, beautiful woman and a beautiful queen.
The correct name correctly describes her beautiful face like a goddess drop from kahyangan.
Hadiyan is his family name. That is, power or influence. One of the most influential family names in Indonesia.
"Sound no?"rhea said, her nickname, while swaying the shoulder of a girl who was lying on the carpet under the sofa while playing PS 4.
This girl is called Chayra Minara. Combined names from Arabic and Sanskrit. The meaning of his name is the kindness of heart thieves.
A suitable name for her sweet face that captivates the heart. His eyebrows are long and curved, overshadowing clear round eyes with hazel-colored eyeballs.
Hazel color is a combination of green and orange or gold in the color of the iris. Inherited from her grandmother's genes of Spanish blood.
Based on data from Wolrdatlas, the owner of this eyeball is only 5 percent of the human population on earth. Included in the category of rare eyeball colors.
"Chayra" Rhea released a platinum wireless stereo headset that was covering both ears of Chayra. "Sound I don't?"
"Yes, yes." Chayra replied but her eyes remained fixed on the television screen before her. His hand is also still actively moving to squeeze the dual shock 4 controller with agility.
The overwatch game he was playing needed full concentration if he wanted to win the battle against the enemy.
"I want to sleep here" said Rhea again.
"Can't" Chayra refused spontaneously. If Rhea stays here, she's not free to play games until late at night.
Rhea would be busy lecturing him about the dangers of staying up late. Fear him with eyebag eyes, panda eyes, fast old, wrinkled skin.bla.bla. Not to mention his horrible sleeping style.
"Mutants don't run," Chayra shouted as she continued to squeeze her controller.
"Why can't it? this is my apartment" said Rhea.
"Yes," Chayra was forced to give up.
"Why again?" ask Chayra.
This is the umpteenth time Rhea stays in the apartment. Usually just because of a small problem.
Like 3 months ago, papa Rhea forgot to buy her by a matryoshka stacking doll, while attending a businessman conference in Russia.
Then one month later, Mama Rhea bought a birthday gift of a BMW 3 color portimao blue car. Rhea wanted her car to be an orange sunset.
After that it was the turn of Chef Mira, a 5-star hotel chef who was given the task of cooking in the kitchen of his house Rhea, who made a mistake.
Rhea wanted to eat wagyu meat steak for dinner, Chief Mira instead processed Australian beef as a steak ingredient .
And now what other petty reason?
"I want a match," replied Rhea grimly.
"What??" Chayra put the controller on the carpet and turned to face Rhea. He looked at his eyes with concentration. "Estas de broma, you're kidding me."
Rhea shakes.
"Why can?" Chayra asked not understanding. "Is your papa company bankrupt or something?"
"Why do you think that?" rhea was not happy. "You're expecting my papa to go bankrupt, aren't you?"
"Yes, why are you nething like this? negative thingking?" sahut Chayra fast.
"Get used to romance novels, marriage to save the company," Chayra grinned in self-defense.
"I've never read a novel like that" Rhea stung sharply.
"Yes, yes" Chayra nodded. The stack of harlequin novels in your closet is not a romantic novel? he continued in his heart.
Even the novel entitled Match with a handsome CEO, until the scuff of the paper because it is often read.
"I also don't know what the reason is," explained Rhea wistfully. "Know to know papa and mama go into the room and say I will be betrothed.no, exactly I have to marry papa's business partner," he explained.
Well, this seems serious, Inner Chayra.
He took the headset that was in Rhea's hand and then put it on.
"Hey, here I want to confide, you just keep playing, what kind of friend is this," muttered Rhea.
"Hi guys, I said goodbye first, my grandmother came to stay the night," Chayra said then immediately turned off the PS4 console and removed the headset without waiting for a response from other players. He was sure of the current rowdy game arena with a scolding.
"Mi amor Rhea, don't be angry. I'm playing an online game, this overwatch game is a multiplayer FPS game. So I played with some people. We became one team to win the battlefield. Since I came out before the game was over because I had to listen to your grievances, I had to say goodbye to the others" Chayra said patiently.
Facing Rhea must be patient, if not want to be depak from the apartment.
"But don't tell me I'm a grandmother too" Rhea put her lips together.
"If I told you my beautiful friends like the goddess Aphrodite came, they would have noisily wanted to get acquainted" Chayra tried to persuade Rhea.
Usually Rhea if praised beautiful, her anger immediately subsides.
" Alright," Rhea snorted. "My youth will soon fly, Ra. I will marry someone I don't know. What dream am I this beautiful to be in a match. I don't want to get married" the breakup was firm. "Do you have any ideas?"
"The idea? Me? Me? Mi's? Abdi?" answer Chayra in a daze.
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