The Forbidden Desire of the CEO
Wanted to know who

Right now, the car driven by Zafer had just passed through the fruit shop. He thought that going to the hospital empty-handed was a shame, eventually choosing to stop at one of the characters who provided a variety of fruit.

After pulling the car over and stepping down, he circulated his gaze at the type of fruit to be purchased. "What fruit should I buy? I don't even know what kind of fruit my mother's daughter-in-law likes."

Zafer who is currently looking at the fruit parcel that has been arranged so beautifully, is considering buying it only because in it there are various kinds.

"Welcome, Sir. What fruit do you want to buy?" greet the figure of the woman who is currently just serving the buyer when she just paid and left.

Zafer, who was still very flat, pointed his index finger at the basket containing the fruit. "I want to see that."

He never did anything like this, buying fruit for the sick. From the past, it was very unhappy with the place of transit of people who experienced the disease and identical with the smell of medicine.

Although in this day and age, hospitals are already very different and not like before.

Now many hospitals are clean and absolutely do not smell the smell of medicine at all. As long as it is ready to spend in, it can be treated in a hospital like a hotel.

Zafer wanted to make sure that there were no rotten fruits in the basket because he thought it had been days and that there might have been one or two that were not worth eating.

The woman nodded her head and took a fruit parcel. Then handing over to the customer who looks very clear is a descendant of the conglomerate.

Because everything that is used is clearly visible is expensive items. "Please, Sir. Inside are apples, pears, grapes, bananas, oranges and lastly is mangosteen. All still fresh and just wrapped up today."

Without looking at the woman, Zafer still wanted to be sure of himself with his observant eyes watching the various fruits.

Until the sense of hearing captures the voice of a man near where he stands.

"Please make me a new fruit parcel for wanting to see the sick. Can it?"

"Of course you can, sir. You just choose the fruit that will be made parcel. I'll prepare the equipment." Passing away left the man who is currently busy choosing fruit.

Meanwhile, Zafer, who felt it was unthinkable to have the female employee make a new fruit parcel, was busy to see if anything was rotten.

Feeling like to know what kind of man he thought had the idea, Zafer now turned to the right.

The man dressed casually seemed half-descendingly staring at the fruit and stuffing it into the basket.

Zafer narrowed his eyes as he felt like he had seen the man from the side.

'Why do I feel like I've seen this guy?' muttered Zafer who was still curious and intended to greet the man in order to stare clearly.

"Do you want to buy that, sir"

Zafer who had wanted to open his mouth to talk to the man who, as he had seen, did not do so because the waiter of the fruit shop again interfered.

In fact, it feels very sad if someone always asks, to think that the employees there think he just looks around without buying.

Not wanting to feel more dizzy because of the actions of women who work at the fruit store, Zafer currently chooses to nod his head and give up the fruit parcel.

There are two female employees who are currently serving customers including himself and a man who is still busy choosing fruit. As Zafer waited for his credit card to return, he heard the voice of the man standing far enough away from him.

"Please write a speech also on the parcel of the fruit."

"Good, Sir. By whose name?" ask the officer who is holding the paper and pen in hand.

As Zafer heard the talk from the man who was inciting curiosity and curiosity, felt the woman patting on the shoulder.

"Sorry, Sir. It's over." Submit the black card to the customer and also the parcel

Zafer immediately turned his head and accepted the credit card. Until a few seconds later, hearing something made him realize that what had aroused curiosity began to be answered already.

"Full name or just a call?"

"If it's about that, it's up to you." Prepare to write on the greeting card that will be included in the fruit parcel.

"Your handsome son, Rey Bagaskara."

Zafer who had walked a few steps, immediately stopped moving and fell silent there. 'That name?'

Zafer's reflexes immediately turned around to make sure that the man was Tsamara's ex-husband who from this morning made his mind haunted with curiosity as well as irritation.

"Rey Bagaskara!" Finally Zafer managed to make the man who had just turned his back and sat with him.

It could be seen the man who was currently acting very calm and staring in wonder.

"Have we met?"

Only a wry smile was currently etched from Zafer's lips. "You're really good at playing victim. Did you intentionally follow me here?"

Meanwhile, Rey Bagaskara, who is a subscription to the fruit shop, was suddenly revealed on the allegations that were aired and never done.

"Who is following you? Do you think that I have no activity? To accuse me of following you." Rey is currently only shaking her head because of unfounded accusations.

Then point the index finger at the woman who looks busy wrapping the fruit in a basket and immediately decorated as beautiful as possible.

"I even come here often and they know very well when I buy fruit. I like to buy fruit for my mom. Isn't that right, Miss?"

"Yes, that's right, sir. Sometimes your mother comes here alone. So, very memorized with your mother." The female employee had just finished the job of juggling the fruit basket to be very beautiful.

Rey does not get over the accusations of a completely unknown man, but is curious about what makes the man seem filled with worry.

"Actually who you are and why you think I'm following you. How could I possibly have time to fool unimportant people while so much work awaits. Who's the real idiot here?" ask Rey Bagaskara who now wants to know who the real figure of the man standing before him.

To be continued...