The Son of CEO Arogan
Chapter 12 Catching Wet

"Yesterday you didn't come in because you were sick again, Ra?" Dian asked after a pair of jokes with Silvi when he saw Ameera's presence in the employee room.

"Yes, my brother is hospitalized, Di, I can't leave him," said Ameera did not remove the focus of typing on her phone screen.

"Oww." The shoulder-haired woman rounded her mouth, glancing at Silvi with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh my way, have a sickly adek ya mending resign. Work at home what cake. So the neighbor's washerman or something, as long as it's not far away and full time at work." Silvi is the most itchy if not join the hot topic.

"Adjusting needs, Sil, any washerman's salary is sufficient."

"Yes, Di, but does the need for ordinary people to live a hard life a lot huh? His adek is still in the hospital still entering work, like a doctor who any condition still has to be a task."

"Fear of salary cut times."

"Lack salary or deliberately tell the neighbors who take care of the adek?"

"Astaghfiullah! Do not distance kepo same live people. Sin I've been racing to move on to you guys," said Ameera with a thin attracted smile.

He was pulled over briefly in a special room employees when the restaurant was a bit quiet, after the phone Naja and Sami he took to order complete ingredients of fruit through gojek. It is unexpected that the two toxic women even interfere with unusually acute lekepoan.

"I know your life, Ra. I just don't make sense with your way of thinking who likes to repotin neighbors."

Ameera turned her eyes away from the phone. Just Finn WA if all must be made with his hands, including making his own peanut sauce. So he had to ask mamang gojek as well as find a tool pounding beans, and others. "Which neighbors do I bother?" ameera asked in between her fingers.

"That's where you know which neighbors you often tell you to take care of without being rewarded!" Eve grew hotter out of Silvi's mouth.

"Astaghfirullahhaladzim."

"What is your debt still a lot, Ra? Years of work seems still not quite paid off huh. I want to help you but I'm afraid you forgot to thank me."

Ameera bobbing heads. These two gossip mongers from where also knew his father had a lot of debt? The feeling he never told a coworker at all.

"Dian, Silvi, dread yes, work is not only because it takes a lot of money." After making sure the order is not lacking, Ameera quickly replies to Finn's message asking him to deliver the song himself when it is finished. Shitty indeed. Maybe there later ask to be fed as well.

"Oh yeah? Ciuss you don't need money? Trus, why are you tired of being a waiter? This is told it. If there's a lot of money left to be the boss there, Ra. Dreaming of broad mornings." Silvi combed her wavy hair with her fingers, before making one behind the nape and tied with a ribbon scarf scrunchie.

"The boyfriend of Ameera, the driver of the businessman may have been royal love, Sil. The number doesn't need." Dian stood in front of the large mirror on the wall, smiling beautifully at her own reflection.

"What is the driver of salary? Ameera's salary is the highest if she regularly goes to two full shifts a month. Instead of being bullied by the same Engkus. Her face is guaranteed to be a faithful husband, kind, loving, considerate."

"Geez, the noise is the same as the affairs of people's lives." Ameera got up from the chair, stuffed the phone into the bag in her locker. Talk Silvi and Dian long more and more ngaco.

"Engkus pretty sweet times, Sil, just love the same lips the skin is too black, so it looks minus."

"You're the same Ameera, Di, make a descent fix. Ntar their children are quite, not very ugly." Both of them were compactly laughing, as if body shaming was a great joke.

"Oii, the girls who feel your life is perfect. Careful same mouth, tongue, careful. Whatever the result is back to yourself," Ameera reprimanded quite loudly while out.

"Cihh! It's like a saint's song! Sasimo! Here you will, hiii!"

"Well, you're working again, sir Alan's hunting isn't." Dian pulls Silvi's hand after Ameera.

"Eh, is the driver who brought the luxury car his new girlfriend Ameera, Di? I don't think so. He might be someone's mistress. You see, at the beginning of the delivery, Ameera door was opened like she was a mistress."

"The oath?! Masa, anyway? You see it with your own eyes?"

"Well, look at people's nutmeg!"

"Oh my God, the two men are growing more and more childish, wonder." Ameera shook her head, still hearing the chatter of two riotous girls behind her back.

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"Chef, permission to hitchhike. The end of lightning." Still at half-eleven, Ameera escapes to the area *cold kitchen*. He permission to use a little part of the kitchen on chef Bara, an *chef of pantry* that specializes in keeping and preparing cold food.

"Please. The origin is clean as before."

"Ready, Chef." Ameera picked up the plastic that looked quite heavy in content. He was dropped in the pantry when delivered mang gojek.

"Bikin what?"

"Fruit test, Chef."

The sweet-faced man with a mole at the tip of his nose approached, seeing melons, mangoes, pineapples, cucumbers, mumps, water guava, and jicama that Ameera removed from the plastic.

"Why not buy it if you want?"

"Oh, it just so happens that this message wants my hand made, Chef." A smile with a beautiful wrinkle on the nose and chin, making Ameera look more charming eyes people look.

"Mom's wishful thinking? Wh who? Your neighbor? How many months? Very kind of you, just take it for this."

"Well, my chef has to answer which one. So many questions," joked the woman in a yellow banana uniform while slicing quickly bengkoang.

"I guess, maybe the one who asked for it was pregnant women who were very effective with you. Ask to make her son look like you, Amee."

How could Finn ngefans be like him, which there is a man even seemed to shy away from him. Sleep is separate. If forced to room or face to face, Finn never wanted to stare for more than a second or two. Her husband had a skin always stiff face, as if never taught the art of flexing a smile. Not to mention that his words only contained orders or decitations. Fortunately handsome, so it is good enough for Ameera often wash her eyes free.

\[You're the one who drove her to the office!\] Well, that was Finn's message. Not at all to be opposed.

He did not know Ameera got Alan's nagging because working hours were used to take care of other unimportant things. Not to mention... Ameera squeezed in order to get permission to get out. Complete torture Finn. Though the man said last night he did not want his wife is exhausted.

"Where are you?" Silvi itches holding tanya. He glanced at the food container that Ameera had brought from Chef Bara's work area.

"Not anywhere. Ntar know you know it can be soft, Sil."

"Pa'an is lo?! It's unclear!" Silvi's leg jolts away, but soon twists the body see the white-colored BMW M3 sedan lead to where Ameera stands.

A middle-aged man was a little hasty down. "Sorry, Non, sorry, you're late. It's a little jammed up tea."

"Not what, Mang. Come on!"

"Ha! Holy hooch! Wake Silvi! Wake up!!" Silvi pushed her forehead with her index finger. Can't believe seeing Ameera get into the passenger seat of a billion-dollar car.

"Non...? He said, wasn't he? Jeez dragon...! Didn't hear me wrong? What the heck Ameera does until you get picked up a luxury car...." All of Silvi's joints were squeezed, her brain was tangled, her eyes were twitching.

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"What is this?"

Finn looked up from the file shown Aldi, looking at women wearing low-chested, mini-skirt shirts just off the butt line.

Laura came in without excuse. "You changed the room fragrance, Hon? Why does it have to smell like concentrated oranges?" Laura flicked her hands to the front of her nose, "go kayaking again at the fruit man. Not very."

"Hm, I happen to like this smell again, Lau."

"Like you." Laura sat on the sofa with graceful motion, her right leg crossed, and a firm chest posture. Style as if it is ready for a shooting pose.

"Why didn't you come here first?" said Finn while ending the conversation with Aldi, the assistant and personal secretary who immediately beg to leave.

"Pengen. Kangen."

Laura smiled wryly at Aldi's appearance. As always, the bookworm in the movie. Geeky, thick glasses, and limp hair neatly combed sideways.

"Your secretary is durable. No more immediate change of interest, Honey?" the god's headed for Finn's office chair.

For years Finn never wanted a beautiful secretary. For Laura it was good, there would be no itchy caterpillars in their relationship. Reduced competition. The barrier to having a whole Finn is the stone nature of this man himself, as well as the boundary walls of the Cullen family who do not seem to want to know him. And. one more, Finn's pretended wife at home, who was married only to keep the inheritance of the Opa.

"Have lunch yet, Honey...?" Laura kissed Finn's side of the ear, after landing the bok\*ng on the cold man's thigh.

"It." Fifteen minutes ago Finn ate tuna steak with Aldi in this room.

"Well, I want to take a lunch together."

"Lau, gohome. It'll be her night." Finn pulled a face, he's not comfortable making out in the office like this.

"Now I miss you a lot, Honey. That's why I came straight here...." Laura smiled spoiled.

"Down, I-"

"Hon...!"

The appearance was tempting, but Finn still did not return the kiss. For years with Laura it was active bin aggressive, although not produce satisfactory results. I don't know what's lacking in Finn's eyes, even though many men out there are very longing for his body.

"M-mas. Here's the order." The voice made Finn jump, sliding Laura's shoulder to turn to the door.

Looks one braided woman, standing rigidly holding a food container.

"Cock? She's she? Why come here!"

"I. order food, Lau." Finn rubbed his lips, then held onto Laura's waist to stand up from her lap.

"Really's? What food? Does Perfecto Resto accept orders, Honey?" Laura's eyes clearly did not like to see the existence of Ameera, the incompetent servant who had hit her. He never forgets the face of *innocent*, with eyes *round eyes* naturally beautiful envy belongs to the woman.

"Our restaurant accepts orders for special customers, Miss. Excuse um. Where do I put it, sir?" Ameera could read that Finn did not want his lover to know that he was his wife. Temporary wife.

"here. Put it here." The heavy voice was trembling. Slide the paper and point at the table.

"Order what, Honey? Don't-don't do me, huh? Uhh, my love, you know I'm gonna be here." Laura hugged tightly the arm of the muscular man who was staring tensely at Ameera, deliberately sticking something chewy of hers to distract Finn.

"Please enjoy, sir. Hope likes. Thanks for the order. Excuse me." Ameera's customers nodded politely with a small smile before turning outside.

Finn's spit dried up instantly. Leave the pain and thirst controlling the throat.

*How can Ameera respond so calmly to the incident just now*...?

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Finn (while yes, no match yet)

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