The Son of CEO Arogan
Chapter 1 The Life Struggle of Orphaned Girls

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"Sister Am. it feels lemes...." The thin, pale-skinned little girl said softly to Ameera behind her wheelchair.

"Want to come in now?"

"Hu um. ga so deh sunbathe. Just sleepy...."

"Well, it's okay, take a break. Later Adek can ask Mbak Yuni to come out if bosen in the room." The long-haired woman again pushed the wheelchair Naja into the house from the side door. Deliberately pretending not to see two neighboring mothers whispering, pointing also glanced at him and his sister.

In this neighborhood some blunt neighbors consider him and his two younger siblings worth shunning. In addition to the situation of Naja, their economic conditions are also the cause. Neighbors are afraid of being disturbed and touched.

"Sister, why Miss Yuni? Not Ms Aya...? Aya ma'am stopped, huh? Don't you take care of me anymore...?" tanya Naja after lying in bed. The elder brother wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a small towel.

"Bu Aya happens to be busy, Dek." Ameera rubs the thinning hair slowly. His heart ached every time he did this, feeling he could not do much to heal Naja.

Yuni who had been guarding Naja for a year had given up. The woman asked for her salary to double again, like two months ago before saying she couldn't work anymore. It is difficult to find a painstaking figure to take care of Naja more in bed, while Ameera has to work beyond the normal limits of other employees, if only exhausted to pay a maid multiplied the amount he has not been able to.

Ameera's salary at the restaurant is half spent to pay the late father's debt. It also continues to interest 25 percent of the remaining loan principal. The rest is for daily needs and the cost of treatment Naja, in addition to having to wash your blood twice a week.

"Is Mbak Yuni good, sister?"

The clean white girl nodded. "According to Brother Am he's good on Deck. "

"Ohh.. I'm afraid like Madam Cicin first.. like mukul, like nyubit...." The 9-year-old girl spoke in a weak tone, her eyes closed.

"Don't worry, later you ask help Mbok Arti to come here while waiting for Sami to come home. If there's anything Adek can also call brother Am."

No more word from Naja. His breathing was already in order with a slight fine snoring.

"The strong, Deck. Vim. You will see you too." Ameera kissed her forehead before pulling the blanket up to the skinny girl's chest.

Only able to fall asleep again like this, anytime when limp attacked. After both legs lost function, after an accident that almost took his life following the father, Naja's kidneys also began to be unhealthy a year later.

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"It's worth Aya not at home, told to take care of the sick but paid cheaply. Ohhh! Mending work place laen! Many are willing to pay dearly." The insinuation Ameera heard while sweeping the passage. Many dried leaves fall to the yard.

Sami had left school half-six earlier, while he left at eight to wait for Yuni to come.

"Kite nih ye, if udeh is poor, I must be aware! Try the adekye handled by yourself, do not need to be pretentious style pay pembokat!" another voice, very distinctive in the ear of Ameera.

"Jeng Mumun bener's. His style is like a rich man. Let alone to pay people, I heard his father's debt until now has not been paid off. Billed at best Bondan."

"Wildamah! We're neighbors can't do anything."

"So audience aje ye, Jeng. Haa...."

The laughter of three female voices from behind the wall of the house next door made the ears of Ameera red.

"Woii! Early in the morning gossiping aje, Bu-ibu," he said as he approached the fence. Three mothers on the quiet side. Habit, this morning, after the husbands left for work some mothers like to gather waiting for vegetable makers, while gossiping of course.

"Not gossip about reality, Ma'am."

"Yes. Right! Gossip is a lie. This is happening in plain sight." The owner of the house added.

"Whatever the reason is always to gossip the person like eating a carcass. How does it feel to eat the flesh of a dead person?"

The three neighbors fizzed about what they were saying. Ameera continued her life, then re-entered after greeting the friendly vegetable trader who just stopped.

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"Just work. What about adek lo?" Silvi approached Ameera as she entered the bar area. The blonde straight-haired woman works the second shift, while Ameera as usual, although working since the open did not come home because it still continued until closing hours.

"King's good. I can leave you, Sil." Ameera came home early yesterday after being called because her sister dropped.

"You sure? He was treated at home? Don't you take him to the hospital, Ra?" Ameera's arm made Silvi continue to hold him while raising both eyebrows. "Kok, I'm worried about ya, Ra. Adek lo it is not ordinary pain loh, can-can coma like that time again if you are careless. Instead of wanting a job, mending lo-"

Silvi said, continue the sentence because he got a sharp and cold gaze. Ameera turned around leaving him after washing his hands in the sink.

"Sorry, Ra, I don't mean anything. Not wrong dong if I value lo it seems more desirable work than the focus of care for Naja." Silvi guiltlessly continues to pursue Ameera's move to take food orders at the kitchen bar.

Silvi was giggling. I don't know funny which part of Ameera's sentence just now. "Lo freak. As a temen, I, ato we're just here to negur, Ra. Any decision then is up to you. Just kasian aja adek lo. I hope not to be a regret."

"What do you mean?"

Silvi thinning lips. "Gue can't explain, you think yourself regret how."

Ameera let out a long sigh, so as not to be more burdened by people's responses about her life.

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"Come, spirit! All that time! Focus up!" The more the night the butler actively channeled the spirit to dozens of waitresses and waitresses who went back and forth to pick up and deliver orders, including Ameera.

Although slim, the calf of the 24-year-old girl was already used to half-run moving. He worked here 5 years ago, two months after graduating from High School. He considered this job a fortune, an ordinary girl without achievements could be accepted for a high enough fee, even though it was still accepted as the Cleaning Team's servant.

"Look no, the handsome guy came by earlier. Aih, my energy multiplied look at it."

"Gue too. My focus immediately moved on him. Hmm, his face was like an angel descending from the sky," said one of the waitress colleagues Silvi spoke to. They were simultaneously taking orders to the back.

"It was a little close. Wuihh, the perfume is intoxicating. How it feels to be possessed," sighed Silvi a little spoiled.

"Oh my Gosh. He just wrote my lyrics! Nyess! I think I'm breathing out! His eyes are blue, his eyes are daleeem. Husband-able really! What dream am I, Ca? Oh my God .. the cave pingin koprol ten times the stare. How about being my man...." After inter-order Silvi held herself even more hysterically in the back, anxiously hugging and tucking the tray in her hands.

"Work! Work!" Ameera held back a smile seeing Silvi immediately absorbed in getting reprimand the killer manager. The barely falling tray made the woman's forehead flap the corner of the table.

The women here are indeed judging customers who are said to be handsome like Greek gods. Ameera does not know which one, because he thinks all the young entrepreneurs who often gather in their restaurants have a near-perfect look. He did not notice one by one.

In addition to doing the best job he can, Ameera's mind is sometimes divided, stealing cellphone sniffing so as not to be careless about his two younger siblings at home.

Coincidentally in the exclusive area booked big company leaders of the capital. All so busy because almost hundreds of employees came to enjoy a dinner party this time.

"Ra, you can take this to table 5, yes! I'm kebelet!" A waiter thrusts a tray at Ameera.

"Gee!" Ameera's left hand was forced to accept the tray on which were three glasses of Ice Juice. Fortunately it is trained, no problem fast walking with one hand holding a fairly weighted tray, another hand pushing a full trolley.

From table 5 he moved towards table 9 which was composed of several elongated tables. Dozens of young executives sat filled the seats by his side.

Why do you know that they are young entrepreneurs? Yes, because there is clearly a difference where the employees and where the higher-ups. From the style of sitting and speech that is not completely separated from the formal attitude, not to mention their food and beverage orders are almost all definitely premium. One of them is like Deep-Fried Swan Dumpling with Black Pepper Duck Meat, or the Caramalized butter prawns that Ameera presents now.

With a friendly smile Ameera present and welcome enjoyed. Without realizing it, someone from five seconds was reluctant to take a look at him, until he turned to take the next order.

The man in the ash suit then whispered to a colleague next door, who immediately nodded after reflexively glancing at Ameera's back there.

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"This is an order to Luxury Apartment. There's an assistant waiting for you to enter there." At 10 pm, it means 1 hour to go home, but Ameera could not refuse the manager's order.

This restaurant does provide more service for loyal customers, who have royal drain wallet to taste food and drinks special pamper their tongue. How not, the restaurant gets double the price of the order.

During work, Ameera felt helped if she got this task. That is, the next week his salary is safe, will not be taken for food and pocket money Sami.

Arriving at the room he was escorted by a man in a white shirt. Ameera believes it's the assistant or maybe the apartment owner's bodyguard.

"Please wait. Sir is still in the room" said the man flatly after delivering his arrival to someone in the room.

Ameera's feeling was a little uncomfortable, usually he delivered orders just placed on the guest table or received someone and then immediately left after getting a tip.

"Hey, why stay there? Come inside. Please put it on the table. Your tip money's there. Just take it." The tall, short-haired man to the top stood pointing at the wide-open door of the room, before heading for the exit.

"All right."

Ameera thought the owner of the room was the man. He foolishly thought the room was empty.

"Pardon me. Excuse me." Hearing that, the man who was taking off the shirt to look athletic body resisted movement. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm from Perfecto Resto, just asked to put this order on the table."

Ameera hastened to keep three bottles of the fantastic precious drink, taking the tip money overlaid by the ballpoint pen.

"You sure you're just taking orders...?" He gasped, the question sounded very close to the ear.

Since when was the man behind his back.

"Yes, Sir. Sa-i permi-"

Has not had time to flip the body, his tiny body has been embraced by two sturdy arms.

The skin with hard and dense muscles without clothes made Ameera claustrophobic instantly.

"What do you want! Release me!" It was only Ameera's last sentence before the foreign man acted like a thirsty lion in the arid field, who saw himself as a clear spring of thirst-quenching springs. Must be pushed until satisfied.

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