The Son of CEO Arogan
Chapter 29 Prone

The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of soil carried by the wind into the living room. Sami who is busy listening to how beginners start doing business on YouTube lengthen the neck. There was a man in a dull jeans jacket approaching his car outside.

Soon it moved. "Be careful of people's car abrasions!" reprimand, hold Anton's hand motion that will wipe the Civic body color crystal black pearl.

"You're bringing a rich widow home, Sami? Live alone and bring people home!" suspecting the uncle who the owner of the luxury car.

Sami was still standing at the door, folding his hands across his chest. If his uncle is smart, he may understand that he is forbidden to enter, but the man even slightly pushed his chest away to pass, without excuse.

"Uncle want what?"

"You're as disrespectful as your brother!" Anton kept going inside, looking for something. He was disappointed to find Yuni brushing the back bathroom.

"Say, Sam. Whose car is that? Obviously it's not cheap. The price is half M. The tax is almost 70 million." Anton lustfully wants to know the owner. Maybe he who is in need of capital can get funding assistance.

"Have Ameera, huh? Where's she?"

Sami clucked at the behavior of his father's brother who super duitan eyes.

"I told you I have people. Have a neighbor who hitchhiked parking," he said lazily while sitting in front of the laptop.

"Hahaha, you think I'm stupid! Neighbors here where have cars so! Especially those who want to leave a car in an old house like this. I don't have any money just think a hundred times!"

"Oh, ah! Darkened. Said not to believe. What do you want, I'm busy preparing for exams."

"Saturday's learning? Where there are school holiday students studying! Also see bok\*ep!"

"Astaghfirullah's. Sin times, Uncle. My mischievousness as well as the weight of Mother Father's sin there." Sami patted his head while saying,

"*Subhaanaka wa bihamdik. Astaghfiruka wa atuubu ilaik*."

(Holy You and praise You. I beg your forgiveness. I repent to You.)

One of the penitential prayers that he memorized from the teacher naji Ameera first, who also pulled him from a stubborn super child so quite obedient as now.

"Lying with prayer! Tell me quick, whose car is it?" Anton sat on one leg while shaking.

"A parked car. See tomorrow is not there either." Sami is consistent with his lie. If not then there must have been another act by uncle Matre.

Anton scrunched his mouth. "When I thought I had your brother."

Huh, ngarep!

Removing a small box from his pocket, the man who from his body smelled a lot of nose, further adding to the smell of Sami with cigarette smoke.

"Uhukkus! Just outside, Uncle. Throat's not healthy, no." Sami closed his mouth while pressing on the neck.

"Cemen! Weak men! Cigarettes are afraid. It's no different how outrageous you are with your brother!" Anton was still motionless, sucking deep and passing smoke round and round into the air. The man is usually so, Sami and his little friends used to play smoke carried by the wind upwards.

Because of the pleasure of seeing Anton smoking, he was curious to try. But so kapok itself because the throat and the base of his nose is sore. After that he had a whooping cough for almost a month.

According to Sami, smoking is just a form of self-torture, mending money is used to eat well.

"There's your money?" ask Anton in a loud voice.

Well, right, money burned in the mouth, now even ask for money also same schoolgirl. Where is the shame?

Sami's eyes were still focused on the screen, but his hands reached into the pockets of his shorts. Two thousand three pieces of money he put on the table.

"This is the rest of my snack. If Uncle wants to take it."

"Huh! What make six stews! Which others, borrow first! Ameera love how much you a month?"

Sami put on a sad face. "This is how I am now, Uncle. Look at this house for yourself. There are no new things, the house is still a reot. No one takes care of my food anymore. Only Ms. Yuni who volunteered to help clean up. Otherwise, this whole house could be like a garbage dump." His expression grew more perfect by propping up his chin staring at the two thousand tangled money on the table.

"That laptop sells. Can make a meal cost."

"So. Mending fasting mutih every day rather than selling. I'm again struggling to graduate with good grades, Uncle, this laptop can help."

"Huh! It's free to be here if you're cool too!" The skinny man immediately sauntered out.

Behind his back Sami ran to the room, then returned with a bottle of Acha perfume.

"Have not had a shower for a year!" he lamented while spraying dozens of times the entire living room air.

"It's not safe to have a car here!" Sami took the phone, called Ameera.

Yesterday he really liked to get super expensive gifts throughout his life, but quickly then he thought Finn had to pay high taxes only for items that would be a lot of idle.

Mending money is used capital business that, it is not redundant. Ughhhh! The car even makes Sami dizzy and difficult to sleep because of anxiety.

Meanwhile, outside, Anton was still staring at the Honda Civic 1.5 L turbo car with great admiration. If only he had.

"His son is very alive a man who has such an expensive treasure..." He gulped bitterly, many times.

Money in an empty pocket, coming home after five days on the streets without bringing anything will be the material of the wife's nagging all day.

"Oh, fates!" Anton lunglai's shoulders headed for his house which was only 300 meters away from here. He did not look at the sedan parked next to the shade tree.

"As per the results of my investigation, yes this is Non-Home." The man behind the wheel spoke.

Laura in the passenger seat was still looking towards Ameera's house. From behind the iron fence it clearly looks nothing special at all, he said.

"It can be, Non. Girlfriend Non must have been hit by a gold hook or diamond stack. Si Mayang, the village flower in my village used it, now a young wife cowboy. It used to be poor, Non, poorer than the one who owned the house. Now don't ask, the gold bracelet will be full of two hands" explained the driver fiery heat Laura's heart.

"Well, how strong is that? Ah, at most the influence of the stacking faded he will be thrown into a raspy again!"

Laura told her driver to drive back, with her eyes still looking at the cream-stained house.

"Slow, Jang!" He saw a tall young man coming out.

"Lu try to pretend to go there, ask who the guy who lives there."

"Ok, Non. Is there any more of my duty? I'll help Non Laura, as long as there's a fine, hee!"

"Easy, especially if you can help me with the thorns that I have misahin with Finn. Ten times your salary I'll give you, cash!"

Skinny man, with his facial skin a lot of acne rocks scattered directly spring. "Wah opportunity nih windfall. Can make the right style home village tuh."

"Eat him help! If you need shamanin Ghazi Finn Cullen, but his goal is so subject to me!"

"Who, Non? Girlfriend Non her name is Culen culen ntu?"

"Iyess! My girlfriend Ghazi Finn Cullen, a young entrepreneur who often warrants in business magazines! Wh why? Have you ever heard of it? Yeah hell! My boyfriend is famous. A lowly person would know!"

Jajang not offended at all, the spicy mouth of his master's child is indeed a normal level 30.

"If my ntu mah culen family has a cousin working there, Non."

"What's? Seriously lu!"

"Ten rius, Non. His name is Karlah, he's a waiter there udeh 3 years."

Laura's eyes immediately shone brightly.

If the waiter means having close access to Ameera, right?

Her smile widened. *Ameera must be removed*!

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"spent. Don't be lazy." Finn half forced Ameera to finish fruit salad in her bowl. He patiently waits for another bribe after the one in the mouth of the wife runs out.

"The prize is not, Mas...." Ameera does not like the fruit, because it has chewed small seeds that taste bad on the tongue.

"Wine is good for the body, baby. It's seedless." Ameera opens her mouth. Chewing the fruit his eyes frowned.

"For baby's sake, honey has to eat." Finn is not too rigid to call his wife with the word 'Honey'.

A spoonful of apple pieces mixed with yogurt, cheese, milk, and a little squeeze of Finn lemon juice again.

"Udah, Mom. This is the portion mostly. I am full."

"A little more."

As an afternoon snack on Sundays, Finn ordered the chef a fruit salad. Now they both enjoy in this living room. Finn's has run out, Ameera's bowl is still half filled, so he's the initiative to feed.

Sitting leisurely on the sofa, facing a flat screen the size of a movie theater screen playing a movie. Finn gave up watching cartoons for his wife.

Though in his lifetime he never watched cartoons, especially Barbie like Ameera's choice today. But for a long time he enjoyed also the storyline Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper which is quite exciting. The song is good, and even more so, Barbie's face and hair are not much different from the woman next to her.

Finn's eyes are in the direction of the screen, but his focus is divided as he often smells Ameera's long hair. His beloved hair was tied to one, now it has been broken by the scars he rubbed.

"Open your mouth bigger. It's the last wine."

Ameera who was serious to see Julian looking for Anneliese according to him.

"Hmff!" He was shocked, Finn was very naughty to snatch the new fruit into his mouth with his tongue.

If this is so, protesting is difficult. Once Finn gets a hold. Ameera's jaw until the sore opens the mouth. After eating the fruit his tongue may taste good, until Finn continues to be wrapped around and as if to swallow.

The wide open space and the occasional waiter must pass through, making the man stop, but he asked Ameera to break first watch it.

"Look, Mom, it's not over yet...."

"Nan-ti continued...." Finn's face was gone, slipping into his neck and chest that were getting fuller. Do not ask where his hands, after free after putting the bowl on the table.

"Mh... Mas, ben-tar...." Ameera also had difficulty breathing due to her actions.

That's when Ameera accidentally saw a waiter there, pretending to wipe the closet, but the eyes noticed them with a strange look.

"Mas-" Ameera slightly pushed the husband's head away. "Someone looked at it." As soon as he looked there again the servant was no longer there.

"Come, move..," proposes Finn who had not seen anyone, while standing up lifting the body of the wife to the sling.

From behind Finn's chest, Ameera still glanced around, looking for the whereabouts of the short-haired maid just now.

Ah, why remember the look of those eyes there was a sense of prone rippling in his chest.

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