Melancholic CEO
Chapter 98: Why Not Pick up her phone, Ma?

Wow, you can imagine how fast the car driven by the CEO so that it can get here this fast, said Taksa.

He sat about three tables across from Damon and Chayra's table . He could see the look on the face of the CEO who was furious.

"Rakhan's CEO?" damon said in a calm manner. He was sure that Rakhan would not dare to go berserk in the crowd like this. Blue restaurants are very crowded at lunchtime.

"It just so happens that we meet here" she smiled.

Waduh, Chayra looked down inside. He did not dare to look at Rakhan's face. That face looks very angry.

"Yes, what a coincidence. Don't mind if I join?" timpal Rakhan sat next to Chayra.

"Sorry CEO, we object" Damon replied. "My wife and I are talking about something important for our future" he said. He looked at Rakhan who was sitting before him with a sweet smile.

Talking about something important for the future? grunts Rakhan in heart. The dream!

Waduh, add to this danger, Inner Chayra. In view of Rakhan's gelagat, it seems that the man no longer cares about the place. He could vent his frustration without hesitation.

"You guys please talk to both of you, I still have business" Chayra said quickly. "I have a video call appointment with a friend" he continued, glancing at Rakhan. Giving code .

"I'm done too" Damon got up from the chair.

"I can go home by myself" Chayra broke up. He did not want to see the anger of Rakhan who was beginning to look faded on his face.

"Online taxis at lunchtime are difficult. Moreover, you already have an appointment for a video call, it is not polite if you are late to call her," Damon replied unyieldingly.

Pff, Chayra's trying to hold back a laugh. What if Damon finds out his video call friend is Rakhan?

"No need , I can go home with ..." Chayra's eyes suddenly saw Taksa sitting while eating with his face facing his desk. "Sir Taxa!" he shouted while pointing towards Taksa.

Hmphc...Taksa almost spewed the lasagna he was chewing.

Lasagna is pasta baked in the oven. The contents can vary. Typical food from Italy.

How could Chayra see my presence? moaning Taksa in the heart.

"Who is a taxa?" damon asked with an annoyed expression.

How is this huh? If I say Taksa is Rakhan's assistant CEO, Damon could be angry and definitely won't allow him to drive me home, Chayra said.

"Pak Taksa was there a guest lecturer in business, Bumi Persada University," answered Rakhan took over.

Taksa as a guest lecturer in his department of Rhea? chayra's heart was astonished. Indeed, he had heard rumors that the business department would have a guest lecturer from the WT group .

But he didn't expect, Taksa was the one. Don't take Taksa to report to Rakhan that he's having lunch here with Damon.

Damon. It seems that Pak Taksa is not an ordinary guest lecturer. There was no way Chayra could be that familiar with him, her inner being suspicious.

"No way," Damon refused firmly. " You're going with me and I can't possibly let you go home with another man" he continued in an undeniable tone.

Weleh, the new husband-to-be is also not my choice, have dared to ban it," Chayra said in her heart.

"The gentleman will not force anything on a girl" Rakhan said.

Heh, aren't you like that too? inner Chayra.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask for the CEO's opinion ..." Damon stopped talking because Chayra had left the table.

"Bye ..." Chayra waved then walked over quickly pulling the hand of Taksa who was still holding the spoon. " Hurry and take me home" he sighed.

"Huh?" Gawking taxa. He saw Rakhan nodding from the chair he had been sitting in with Chayra. Why me again? he screamed in his heart. Where the lasagna is also new at eating half.

But what is to be said, orders from superiors can not be rejected, his mind resigned.

"I remind you, even though you have been recognized as Chayra's future husband, but you are not sure to be her husband yet" Rakhan reminded.

"What does CEO Rakhan mean?" ask Damon quickly. He sat back in his chair.

"Just ask Mr. Bhishma" said Rakhan, standing up from his chair.

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"I'm sorry if it's a hassle for Pak Taksa" Chayra said as she paired the belt . He caught a glimpse of the lazy expression on Taksa's face.

Yes, it's really troublesome ! yells Taxa in the heart. " It's okay, I happen to want to go home too" he said, smiling. Oh, my lasagnu, his his hiss in heart.

Fortunately, the lasagna was paid by the CEO, otherwise he could cry blood. The price of lasagna is hundreds of thousands.

"You're coming home with me," suddenly the door of Taksa's car opened from the outside.

Rakhan stood in front of the car door with a face that did not want to be denied.

Chayra's eyes watched Rakhan's face closely. There's no scar. The man also stood up straight. It seems like he and Damon were not involved in a fight, his heart was relieved.

"Come," Rakhan's hand opened the Selt belt Chayra. " We mustn't trouble Taksa," he said again.

"But what about Damon?" ask Chayra worried.

"He's gone" Rakhan replied in annoyance. "Can't you talk about the other guy in front of me?"

"Yes, all right," nodded Chayra giving up. He didn't want Rakhan to be angry. Difficult to persuade.

He got out of the car after picking up the backpack he had placed next to the seat.

At a glance he saw a bomber jacket made from fleece destiny style street style lying in the back seat.

The same jacket as the mysterious ojol driver. Is that driver a taxa? He is an assistant CEO.

"Thank you, sir," said Chayra who was immediately answered with a happy nod from Taksa. " Does that bomber jacket belong to Mr. Taksa?" tanyakanya.

*****

"How's it?" ask Efron Finn as soon as he gets to the hospital lab.

"This sir, the results are out" the lab worker replied, handing over an envelope.

Impatiently, Efron Finn opened the contents of the envelope. In an instant he smiled. All according to his will.

He immediately pulled the phone out of his pants pocket. He pushed a number. Phone number Aaleasa.

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Rhea came home with a smelly face. She passed by her mother who was reading a fashion magazine in the sitting room.

"Why you, baby?" ask mama while lifting her face from the fashion magazine she is reading.

Kring..kring..all of a sudden mama's cell phone lying next to the sofa rang. He looked at the phone number on his monitor.

"Who is ma from? Why not lift it?" rhea said while sitting next to her mother.

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Sorry readers, late motor for updates. In because of the author's child is UTS. Otor became impromptu private tutor🤭

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