My husband is CEO Impoten

My husband is CEO Impoten
STORY BARREL


The flashback


“Laras does not want, Bi. Baras does not want to be married to the same master!” push Barrel.


“Hest also disagree, why should Laras. Why don't you just be the wife of the Karto!” said Hesti, Laras' cousin.


“You don't belain him, Hesti!” snapped Anita, The older sister of Hesti is also Laras' cousin.


“He's an orphan. It will be good if we marry him as a Karto boss, all our debts will be paid off. And you, Hesti. You can continue your school to the University bench like your Brother, this!” Herti's mother and Anita, who was named Yanti, spoke at length.


Baras could only shut up and cry, he did not dare to resist. Fortunately, his cousin Hesti dared to fight back.


Bu Yanti and Anita leave Nesti and Laras enters the house.


“Hes, I don't want to marry a Karto master. He is old, even his first child is older than us,” said Laras with tears that broke.


Hesti hugged his cousin, “Sorry my mother, yes. I promise, I'll help you. Tomorrow, I will help you get out of this village!” Hesti continued to rub the back of Laras gently.


The next day, Nesti actually drove Laras away to the terminal.


“This is the fare, this is your handle!” Hesti gave the fare and also some hundred thousand bills to Laras.


“I have, I unloaded my piggy bank last night,” said Laras. He refused the money given to his cousin. Because he knew, the salary of a shopkeeper was not great.


“Take aja! Jakarta is not rich this city of Pesbar, there is bigger,” said Nesti. “Oiya, your diploma, don't miss, right?” Hesti reminded Laras, if left at home. Won't be able to take it.


“Still yes, Hes. You are my best cousin,” said Laras. “I'm leaving, yes. Hopefully, everything improves after this.”


“You be careful! Hopefully, you are lucky in Jakarta. Don't forget, contact me after arriving!” hesti shouted at Laras who was already in the bus.


Hesti breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the bus that was riding on Laras walking away from the terminal. He immediately found an ojek to take him to his place of work. That is, cosmetic store.


So too, with Barrel. He can breathe free air. But that relief did not last long. Because, Bu Yanti and Anita find out that Laras escaped, they immediately contact Juragan Karto. Juragan Karto also, immediately sent his men to pursue Laras.


Until Laras arrived the next morning, in Jakarta. Juragan Karto's men are still chasing him until the city of Jakarta. He was panicked and frightened, until finally, Laras ended up in the Arkan Ferrari car that hit him.


Flashback off


“Jagi so!” Arkan mangosteen after hearing the story of the girl named Laras.


“Who was it, your name?” ask Arkan.


“Laras, Larasati,” says Laras.


“Poor girl.” Inner Arkan while staring at the sad face Laras.


“Sorry in advance, can I leave here?” ask Laras. “I have no money to pay for this hospital fee,” Laras said.


“Hey, you're still sick. You can't leave here, after all, this hospital is mine. So, you don't have to worry!” arkan.


Larasati smiles after hearing Arkan say that this hospital is his.


“I know, you're a good man. But, I do not want to spend your money,” said Laras.


“I'm serious loh!” arkan.


“I'm serious too, I'm fine. I want to get out of this hospital,” said Laras while trying to get up from the patient's bed.


But, a moment later Laras felt pain in the head and also his legs.


“Aucchhh, pain.” Choke bated Barrel.


“Udah, I said. Still nogeyel!” Arkan justifies the Barrel position as it was.


After that, Arkan called the nurse and the Doctor.


“What's up, Young master Arkan?”


“Quick treat him again, don't let him be in pain!” arkan's orders to the Doctor.


“The pain is common, sir. Earlier, we already gave him medicine,” said the Doctor. He was confused as to what else to treat. The barrel has just been treated, right?


“Obati this girl! Or I'll fire you!” threaten Arkan's.


The doctor and the nurse became frightened, while Laras. He just stared in wonder at Arkan, the Doctor and also the two nurses who were in front of him.


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