Seven Young CEOs
Raffa and Prita.
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Ren arrived at the parking lot, just as he was about to open the door of his mobile phone ringing, Ren immediately answered the call.
"Hello, what's up, Ray?" ask Ren
"We're going to the Ric cafe, aren't you?" ask Ray.
"Oh, I'll see you there" Ren replied.
Ren got into the car and immediately drove there, the road was quite crowded because it was Sunday night.
As usual Ric cafe which is now every Sunday night will be held singer, although not a famous singer but quite entertaining.
The Ric cafe...
Ray Rasya Rakha Raffa Roy and Ram have arrived there in their respective cars. Raffa spread his gaze in all directions looking for the figure of a girl who is said to work here.
"Yuk in," Ram patted Raffa on the shoulder, Raffa nodded.
"Before we wait for Ren first, then we enter the same," said Roy.
Just now they mention Ren's name, the figure has come and immediately parked his car.
"That man has come" said Ram.
"Ehhh you didn't bring your girlfriends?" ask Ren.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?" ask Ray.
"Hehe, not to mention PDKT," replied Ren.
"You're Ray pepet keep the girl suitcase," seduced Rakha.
"His name is Nadine, remember not the suitcase girl" Ray said.
"Cie Cie already has a sense of power," seduced Ram.
"So bad, who likes a fierce girl like that" said Ray.
"What did you say?" it turns out that the person they were talking about was behind them. Nadine came with Keyla.
Gleek, Ray swallowed his siliva with great difficulty.
"Try to repeat again" said Nadine, shaking her waist. Ray immediately pulled Nadine's hand away.
"How did you come? It just ruins the scene" Ray said.
Bugh... Nadine punches Ray in the chest, of course Ray does not feel pain, but pretends to be in pain.
"Aww, my chest is tight" said Ray, holding his chest. At once Nadine panicked to think Ray was really sick.
"I'm sorry, it hurts how it is!" ask Nadine.
Cup... Ray kisses Nadine's lips and flees from Nadine's presence.
"Raaay look out for you" cried Nadine, so that the people there turned towards Nadine who shouted.
"What's wrong?" keyla asked, he panicked to hear Nadine who suddenly shouted.
"No, it's okay, there was a caterpillar," replied Nadine nervously, where he might say that it was frowned upon by Ray.
"Yes we've entered yuk" Keyla asked.
Prita is already on stage, because his job is just to sing. Usually she sings three to four songs, and gets paid 300 grand. Sometimes the boss gives him a bonus.
"How are you guys? long time no see" asked Ricardo as he approached the page.
Then Ayu also approached them, and asked the same thing.
"When are you coming home from London?" ask Ricardo.
"A month ago bang, why can Ayu's sister be here too?" ask Ram.
"She's my wife, and we already have a 2-year-old child, who is being held by a baby sitter" Ricardo replied.
"Tell me what's bang too? Ayu's sister has loved it for a long time," Ram.
Ayu only blushed, her face blushed because it had been caught first liking Ricardo.
"Yes you're right only I don't realize it" Ricardo.
"At first we always fight every time we meet, and not since when the feeling of liking appeared in my heart. And Ayu turned out to hide his feelings by fighting," Ricardo said at length.
Ray felt something was coming from the word Ricardo very similar to what he is experiencing now.
"May I like that girl?" inner Ray.
"Can I sing?" ask Raffa.
"May you please, but I cannot afford to pay you" replied Ricardo.
Raffa walked to the stage, where Prita would sing too.
"Hi, do you remember me?" ask Raffa.
"Yes, still." answered Prita nervously.
"Can we duet?" ask Raffa.
"Ha.. but I....!" Prita was so nervous that just talking broke up.
"Just relax, don't be nervous" Raffa said.
"Consider everything, especially for tonight I Raffa will collaborate with Prita," said Raffa loudly through the mic. Prita just smiled.
"Beautiful," Raffa's inner. Then the two also duet, with full of appreciation both of them sing like real lovers. The two faced each other and clasped hands like two lovebirds drunk in love.
The visitors seemed to be hypnotized by their performances, some recorded and broadcast live, in an instant the cafe's visitors grew crowded.
"They were like lovers" Ricardo said.
"Maybe Raffa does like the girl, so she wants a duet" Ram said.
"Sok knows you, where maybe Raffa likes the girl, all this time where he was near the girl, if anyone chased him he immediately ran," said Roy at length.
"We don't know who we're feeling anchored in, sometimes love comes unexpectedly and unnoticed" Ram says wisely.
On stage two lovebirds are still singing and look so friendly. To ignore the gazes of the visitors who praised the two of them.
"It's really a very good collaboration" said A.
"If every Sunday night is like this I would be willing to come on" said the B.
While Nadine also praised Raffa but told Ray, Nadine chattered like a parrot until Keyla who was beside her shook her head.
"Nad, you actually like Ray, just don't want to admit it, do you?" keyla asked, Nadine fell silent.
"May you like Ray?" ask Keyla again.
"I don't like that guy, either" replied Nadine.
"If you have to choose between Devan and Ray, which one do you choose?" ask Keyla.
"Yes, obviously, Ray was with him." Nadine's words stopped when she realized that the question was a trap. Spontaneously he covered his mouth.
"It's true that Lo likes Ray, the prestige is digedein," said Keyla.
"How are you?" ask Nadine.
"Of course I like him, let alone his handsome idol I really," replied Keyla.
"You're being honest, so the girl has to be expensive" Nadine said.
"By arguing every time you meet? It wasn't my nature at times," asked Keyla.
She continues to sing for the second song. They are back with a romantic song. Make the visitors enjoy the song more.
"They are very suitable," Ayu told her husband.
"True, tonight I will give a bonus to Prita," Ricardo said.
"What about Raffa?" ask Ayu.
"Raffa the rich man can't possibly want to be rich with this money" Ricardo said.
"Hubby was right, I just found out that since childhood they already have a company, if you remember how arrogant I used to be it was nothing" said Ayu.
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