The Son of CEO Arogan
Chapter 15 Pretending to Sleep

Finn's breathing was already irregular. The sweat soaks the body up to the scalp, making the thick hair look moist. Even so, he did not stop running.

Aldi gulped repeatedly. What exactly is the cause of the boss looking fucked up tonight. Suddenly knocked on the house, came just for a ride in sports. How quaint. Even in the mansion, Finn's family has a gym room that is super complete equipment.

"Drink first, sir," the bespectacled man suggested, instilling a glass of mineral water. He was worried that Finn was running out of fluids, because it had been an hour running on his treadmill.

"You'd better rest first." Aldi looked at the sports equipment a little grimacing. I wish the engine wasn't suddenly charred. This old treadmill should need a pause, 1 hour used 30 minutes should rest.

Ohh, if it's broken because it's too forsed he can't have three days' appetite. The device is full of memories, purchased two years ago and managed to help lose weight to get the love of the fiancee.

"Sir Finn. I'm worried to see you." After two sentences were not published, Aldi tried to hold a very wet hairy hand. Finn managed to turn his head with the meaning of 'what?!' gaze?!'

"It was, sir!" his reprimand raised the volume of the sound a little. Who knew sweat was clogging the man's auditory canal.

Finn pressed the pause button, his legs swelled to a stop.

For a moment he managed to catch his breath, his two muscular hands resting on the treadmill grip.

"Drink!"

"This, sir." Finn sucked the drink dry.

"Where's your gloves?"

Aldi. "It's almost midnight, sir. Good Father-"

"I don't need your advice, Al! Give it!" Finn pressed the button again to walk on the relaxed moving carpet.

'Ya Gusti's... Mr Finn is back!'

Aldi quickly returned to give his boxing gloves. Formerly he had styles of arm muscle training, to look more manly by Fathia, the fiancee who will be memorized in two months.

Wearing boxing gloves, Finn moved to the side of the room. Where the red samsak hangs. With full energy it vents out heart-burning emotions. I don't know who these emotions are to whom.

"Sir Finn please have." Aldi tried to hold the body.

Finn's head was swinging against the samsak, one hand hugging, the other punching without power. The rapport is unclear. Indeed, whoever sees, he is like a drunkard who became a fool from alcohol contamination.

"A-du-duhh...!!" Both fall backwards. Aldi's body was crushed by Finn's much heavier weight.

"Take me home!" Finn pulled himself up, straight to the exit.

Aldi immediately followed his boss who looked very tired.

***

"He didn't come home last night?" Eddie asked Ameera who was sitting in front of him.

"Yes, Opa, maybe Mas Finn went back to the apartment, afraid I'm sick of being close." It was only the two of them at this dining table, other than the two maids who were ready to serve in case something was needed. Hazel does not come out of her room, while Daddy and Mami Finn are still out of the country on business.

"Huh, shouldn't be. Finn can sleep in the other room." Eddie asked the waiter to get his cell phone right away. He had not started eating before nagging his unruly grandson.

"Why is that a child? The number's off." Eddie repeated the call. Then I contacted Aldi.

"One of the boys didn't answer either!"

'Duh, because Mas Finn mood Opa so not good early in the morning.'

"Opa, Opa just calm down. I went to the apartment. Maybe Finn's still sleeping."

"It doesn't seem like it, son. There must be something. Opa knows him. Sleeping or meeting again even if Finn's phone is never off, at most his voice is turned off...."

'Opa that golden look to his grandson who is clearly old.'

Red bean soup Ameera bribes a little quickly. Fresh, after dawn he had a bit of nausea. He closed the spoon in a bowl that was almost drying. "I'm done, Opa, this is going to go see Mas Finn. Opa, please have breakfast."

Eddie looked at haru. "Thank you, Grandson of opa. Yeah, opa's quieter if you want to make sure what the kid's doing isn't activating his phone."

"Ready, Opa, I'll report later." The woman whose cheeks began to contain this crucified Eddie's hand before leaving the dining table.

"Ameera!"

"Yes, Opa?" He held back a step, turning around with two raised eyebrows.

"Finn's heart is actually good. You just have to be patient." The thin lips wrinkled with a big smile, the old eyes trying to convince him that his words were serious.

***

As soon as the front room apartment is quiet, Ameera turns off the lights that are still on.

He holds the door handle in doubt. If in Finn it turns out with other women he must prepare himself so as not to be shocked.

Ameera set her breath for a moment before pushing the door leaf slowly.

Geez! The man was still sound in bed.

He immediately entered while shaking his head. "It's noon, Mas. Not going to the office?" he said while pulling the curtain rope so that this room gets light from outside.

"Handphone Mas is not active, pity Opa worried." Ameera picked up a pillow that fell on the side of the mattress. He spoke as if the man had heard.

"Tumben is up. I usually rush to the office." I think tired, what happened last night? The question was just Ameera connecting in her heart.

"Mas. Finn." He woke up without touching, only standing about a meter from the bed.

A moment! Is he alive or...?

Ameera squinted to notice the stomach that turned out to be moving calmly. Alhamdulillah, afraid that if he mengegoy, ntar I even mistaken the culprit again.

Ameera's phone rang. Call from Opa Eddie.

"Assynolajet. Yes, Opa?"

"Vaalaikumsalam. Aldi's got opa's phone. Finn said sports last night. He just went to bed this morning. If not until the apartment just mending back. The boy wakes up at noon. Let it go."

"Oh, yes, Opa."

"Yes, yes, you understand. He's sometimes a little weird behavior." Opa sentence ends with a piety.

After closing the call Ameera looked at the man closer. "What's the night sport, Mom?"

He mis-focuses on the scar on Finn's jawline, which is slightly covered in fine feathers. The scar tissue looks elongated.

"Oo, Mas was once injured as well apparently. Must have lost the fight. Weak! I guess Mas's resistant to oroks." Ameera smiled wryly at her own words. Finn who slept like a fainting person made her feel a little free to make a sound.

"Makanya Mas don't be rude to be people. Be gentle a little napa?" After ngoceh himself Ameera headed for the kitchen. He feels rested if anyone is made to eat Finn when he wakes up.

Without him knowing behind his back was a pair of blue eyes.

***

"Mas, in the pot there is vegetable shrimp soup. Eaten to keep his body fresh." Ameera, who had returned to the room after finishing cooking, wrote the sentence in a small scrapbook.

He put it in an open position next to Finn's hand. "Reduce the stay up, not good for health. Pity our children if they become orphans soon."

Gosh, Ameera's absurd words upset someone who didn't really sleep.

After Ameera left Finn quickly opened his eyes. He grabbed the little book, and clucked to find the writing that he thought was very untidy.

Instead of waking up he closed his eyes again, slapping the memo over his mouth. Hmm, inhaling the scent of paper turned out to be soothing as well. Finn hopes to sleep again after waking up to the nagging girl.

Ck-clack!

The deg!

The sound of the doorknob made Finn briefly hold his breath. There were quick footsteps along with Ameera's voice saying her phone was missing.

Finn held his breath, waiting for a while and hoping Ameera would come out. Uh, but there's a leg approaching.

"Kok, can you move in the face? That feeling...."

Finn curses great in the heart. Ameera took the book from above her lips.

"When can you move on your own?" Ameera's not going.

Finn's teeth are tightening. His cheeks bulged and lips docked. I can't stand to waste my breath anymore.

"Mas Finn why?"

"STUUUHUHHHHH!!! YOU!!" That innocent question managed to make Finn gush long air from his mouth, as well as flames of wrath.

"Ouch!!" He thoughtlessly sat down quickly, but his forehead hit the forehead of the woman who was squatting watching the oddity of his face just now.

Good luck with him this early!

...Thank you for the presence and support of all my friends. No matter how small it means so much to me....