The Love Story of a Young CEO
Uncovered.

Ifan's man, not an ordinary man.

Arga and Reva are smart, smart people.

There is no way that Ifan sent a perfunctory man. It must have been Ifan's man, a reliable man.

Arga and Reva smell the suspicion of strange gurgles at Killa's house. From the look on Killa's face, it was as clear as thinking about something.

When shopping for vegetables, Killa did not talk much, called answered, not called silent. The smile that emanated from Killa's face was forced. Reva who noticed it with detail. Not just this one case, there are still some cases that have been bagged Reva and Arga.

Until the suspicion was conveyed to Ifan.

[Observe, Take care of Miss Killa, don't let Miss Killa why-why, you let your guard down a little. Crotch!

I trust you, use your wits. I'll send another person to help, report whatever it is, no matter how small you have to report!]

Immediately closing the phone, Ifan did not give Arga and Reva a chance to talk.

Finally, Ifan told Gustaf to participate in the search for truth. Dismantle suspicions.

Reva, Arga, and Gustaf, racked their brains in search of a brilliant idea to expose the suspicions that Reva and Arga felt.

A few minutes later, Gustaf found a brilliant idea gliding freely in his mind. Reva is the only one who has to enter the Son's house, seeking the truth.

Killa and the Son are going to Killa's parents tonight. The opportunity was taken to infiltrate the Son's house.

Is it luck or coincidence? The windows of the house are unlocked, opening slightly. Reva can easily get in.

Just getting in, the Son's car was heard. Soon maybe Reva's looking for a hideout.

"Astagfirefull!" Killa who just got out of the car was shocked to see the window of the house open a little.

"Why?" My son was busy unlocking the door.

"I forgot to lock the window!" Terrified.

The son hurriedly entered the house, checking the state of the house.

"Stupid! Wife's not a becus!" the sound was very snapping and peeping under the chair.

Reva who was being gripped did not believe in hearing the snapping of the Son. The son who often looks warm, soft, romantic is now the opposite.

Is this why? the insolent!

"I'm sorry, his name's forgotten so don't remember." Killa was terrified, but still helped check.

******! Dead, the plan will fail.

Reva held her breath, her heart pounding. Afraid of being discovered, Killa was now on her way to the curtains in the corner of the room.

Gustaf! The arga! Please help me, I hope you can save me. Do not fail this plan.

Reva closed her eyes, hoping not to be caught.

Oh my God ...

God help me, save me.

Still closing his eyes while biting his lower lip.

"Assalamallaikum," Arga's voice sounded.

"Waalaikumussallam," Killa turned around, heading to the door.

Congrats! Reva let out a sigh of relief, Pinter is also you Arga.

"Mas Arga," Killa smiled sweetly, "what's wrong? Come on, come on in."

"Who's coming, baby?" The Son shouted from within.

"Mas Arga, my mom."

"No need, I just want to give you a cake, made by Reva, tasters," held out a jar of cookies. Lies Arga, even though it's a cake bought in the supermarket. Reva made you a cake? Not very. Cook one egg, he can't. Boro-boro cake! It can be destroyed overtime in the kitchen.

"God willing, thank you very much, you know," accepted the setoples cookies timidly, "this mba Reva who made?"

"Yes, he likes to make food, and the food is good again, hehe. Sorry for praising him."

"Hehe, no need. Oh yes, I also want to tell you. Next time do not forget if you want to go checked first his house, I just happened to fit again sitting on the open window. Good thing I saw and I monitored until you guys came home, afraid someone would come in? Danger."

Smart you, Arga!

The two corners of Reva's lips were pulled upwards forming a amazed smile.

"Oh Allah, mas Arga. Thanks a lot you know, have been willing to monitor our house, do not know if there is no mas? Maybe the house has turned upside down." said Killa.

"Thank you, Ar. Well you are. My wife forgot to mention. Understand, human beings like to forget," said the smiling Son, no angry strokes, then wrapped his hands around Killa's shoulder. Be gentle!

Hmh! Play you bastard! You were angry with Miss Killa, now there are people pretending to be good, not angry. You two-faced man!

Reva squeezes the curtains, gets anxious, gets angry!

***

Reva stretched out both hands.

The jedug!

Reva's head hit. The eyes that were still drowsy instantly disappeared.

"Auw .. fuck!" Rubbing a bumped head. Reva forgot she was under the table.

Reva opened hape. Reva was shocked, where the front screen was pointed at ten in the morning. Reva swiping key icon. Reva was surprised, there were many phone calls from Gustaf and Arga. Soon get Reva good phone.

"Hallo?" Reva made the smallest sound possible while one hand closed the mufu, but spaced apart. Putting earphones in the ears.

[Where are you from? Uhuh?] the loud voice of Arga.

"Don't be so stupid! I just woke up!"

[Well! Lo just woke up! Crazy you? Not that he did a good job, but just woke up!"]

"Sori, don't get angry. I was too excited, so I just woke up. Understandably the first time you slept under."

[Lo sleeping under?] now Gustaf's voice is heard.

"Yes, if I don't sleep under my bed, where do I sleep, stupid?"

[That's not important, the most important thing is that your hunt checks. From earlier the woman we suspected was already inside.] Gustaf's voice was pressing and loud.

Reva and Arga are suspicious of the woman in and out of the Son's house. Pas was asked, Putra replied that the woman was a cousin sister, but Arga and Reva did not believe it.

Where is it, cousins play often? Usually, brothers play if there is a need, it is not possible almost every day dong.

It's almost every day! Sometimes morning, sometimes night, and really fit if there is always a son play, really fit or coincidence?

Reva frowns, checking whether she can get out of the undercarriage or not.

When the condition is possible, Reva comes out immediately.

Reva's eyes were startled when she saw Killa standing behind the middle door, peering slightly towards the living room.

Faintly Reva heard women laughing.

Is that Bella? if Bella why didn't Miss Killa join us for a chat? Right! something's not right.

Reva is curious. Because at this time Reva could not look towards the living room. Reva walked slowly towards the fridge to hide and to see clearly what was happening.

Reva's eyes bulged, her mouth wide open to see the Son sleeping on Bella's thigh, and Bella was picking up the Son's hair.

Reva was a little incredulous. A second later Bella looked down and they both kissed each other.

Goddamn bum! Is that what you call a cousin?

Reva clenched her hands holding back emotions. Then look at Killa. It was clear that Killa's face was devastated, sad!

"Miss Killa."

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