THE LIFE CURTAIN OF THE CEO
Chapter 1 A Seputum of Story

When it was a cloudy day, apparently the earth will soon be hit by heavy rain, quickly once Junaidi stepped foot with his wheelbarrow. That afternoon Thursday as usual he traded, but it turned out that his trade was still a lot that had not been exhausted, he continues to step foot hoping there are buyers who want to buy his hodgepodge he while shouting “Gado-gadonya sir, ma'am!”

Silent for a moment no one ignored his voice, there was only the sound of thunder roaring loudly many people then busy to save themselves so as not to get drenched in the rain. But, at once he was about to cross suddenly his foot slipped from the wet road when also a sedan drove at high speed and,

Brakk!!

Only resigned to the divine, now he lay in an all-white room, remembering the shadow of his wife who was waiting at home, he said, even now he is in the hospital somehow he can pay for medical expenses here.

A doctor entered Junaidi's room,

“ Allhamdulillah, have you realized sir? ” I will check back your condition," said the doctor

“Pak, I want to go home soon, I'm fine,” said Junaidi

“But your condition is still unstable sir, and the wound on your head is still not dry even seems like your body is still very weak,” said the doctor again,

Shortly afterward, a couple entered a husband and wife who turned out they were the hitters.

“No need to worry Mr. Junaidi, we will be responsible for all your medical and treatment costs, introduce me Fatma and this is my husband Andrian please forgive us the slackness in driving,” said Ms. Fatma

“Thank you for the help of Mr. Andrian and Ms. Fatma, have been willing to take responsibility, treated well until I realized this is also Allhamdulillah, Allhamdulillah, this is a disaster because I also neglect to cross unfocused,” replied Junaidi

After two days Junaidi was allowed to go home, he was escorted home by Mother Fatma and Mr. Andrian but, arriving at Junaidi's house they saw a lot of neighbors crowded.

“What is this event?” Junaidi was confused to guess what had happened, a resident saw it and immediately approached.

“Where are you Junaidi? We are looking for you let's quickly meet your wife!” Said the citizen.

With a hasty step Junaidi entered the house and watched his wife lying lifelessly stiff. He did not believe in all that Junaidi was crying so much, saw the mother midwife approaching while holding a handsome baby, her skin was still red, the baby seemed to know what his parents were feeling, he said, apparently Junaidi's wife died after giving birth due to severe bleeding, her soul could not be helped.

Junaidi this time had to withstand tightness in the chest cavity he, still clearly ringing the request of the wife from the first want to immediately buy baby equipment because HPL (Predicted Birth Day) is getting closer, and closer, but because the money is not there and only enough to be used for daily needs, he increasingly regretted his poor fate he blamed himself for not being able to make his wife and child happy. Until death finally had to separate, Junaidi still shackled with sweet memories with his wife. Adelia as his wife never complained and always patiently accompanied him under any circumstances, now that he was among the mounds of the grave of his wife, he felt lost half his life expectancy.

“I'm sorry Adelia, until now, I still can't also make you happy, I'm just a loser who always loses by circumstances,” sobs Junaidi.

People who witness and know how Junaidi's life is concerned and feel very deep sorrow. No exception Fatma's mother and Andrian sir they also participated in the funeral, making their hearts moved to be able to adopt the child of Mr. Junaidi, who was a child, the good intentions of Mr. Andrian and Fatma's mother were conveyed by Mr. Junaidi and Mr. Junaidi was very helped by their presence, too, he gave up his son to be adopted by them so that his son would feel a better life in the front mass.

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Brakk!

Junaidi's hodgepodge wagon was crushed, the presence of several people wearing all-black clothes, wearing sunglasses as well, pulling collars and punching fists towards Junaidi

Bugh!

Bugh!

Punch after punch received, behind there was a man wearing a cream suit, combined with a brown tie and a white shirt. At a glance from the style of appearance it seemed like he was the boss.

“Quick tell the truth! Where did you hide the boy?” her hardness

“Puiih...until death I will never tell you” replied Junaidi

“Braudless, teach him a lesson!" His orders again to the men

Blood flowed in Junaidi's eyes, it had been two hours he was beaten and oppressed, but he would stick with his stance. Fortunately Junaidi's house was a little far from the house of the residents, so the commotion like this was not too audible.

“I give you one question, say if you want to survive, where is your son ?”

Junaidi remained silent even the gun he held on his chest did not heed,

“Hayoo...better you kill me asshole,” Junaidi said with a mocking smile

Bugh!

Plaque!

Bogem and slap landed on his cheek again, he stood staggered and collapsed unconscious.

“Ah shit” umpat the boss

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