The Son of CEO Arogan
Chapter 3 Marry Me!

"Far away, Ra... Don't care about me? Don't come any closer. Don't. I don't use. I'm a useless boy.. I live like a piece of trash, Ra! I'm trash...!" It was clear Biya's last sentence before freefall from the second floor of the school building used to make Ameera's body stiffen.

Guilt can't do anything to save Biya. Help Biya. He squeezed his heart back to pain.

He really doesn't want another Biya Biya like that. Bullied a bastard, to the point of mental death.

"Sir-s"

"Shut up! You can talk until I give you a chance!" hatch Finn fast. The man in a black suit with high-quality wool material was sitting on a chair right behind the desk throne, his eyes were fixed staring at the newly turned laptop screen.

Ameera sighed, glancing at the clock. He tried to sit quietly even though his face was impatient to talk.

The office space of CEO of PT Artha Graha Realty Tbk was suddenly silent later.

If viewed this space is not like a workspace, but it is more suitable to be called a private house that has a desk and a work chair near the window. Full furnishings, ranging from a refrigerator, a large screen TV with two sets of sofas on the left of the room, in addition to Ameera's present seating. The gray door in the corner, Ameera guessed it might be access to the slippery-skinned man's bedroom.

Dozens of minutes Ameera sat quietly, unable to avoid the contents of her head judging what kind of man had ruined her life.

"Ehm! Uhuk! Uhukk!!" His waist was tight, his throat was dry. When do you wait for a chance to talk? The man even seemed to forget his existence.

Dehydration and coughing did not attract attention. Ameera ventured to her feet, towards the chair across from Finn's desk.

"Sir, I have to go to work. I want to talk now?" Instead of saying it or glancing at it, Finn stopped typing on the keyboard, then picked up the phone in the drawer.

"In, to my room now. Bring Grandland project land release files." He closed the call.

"You've got one minute!"

"What?!"

Finn's eyes moved, giving a laser-like gaze that could be deadly. "Get out now."

Ameera's breath. Heat. It was as if a wisp of fire was ready to gush through his mouth.

"good. One minute." Quickly the yellow-sweater woman took out a photo immortalized with her phone that morning, right in front of the eyes of the man who inevitably switched focus on the sheets. Yeah, so complete is Ameera's gun to hold this man responsible. This is just one of them still there he kept as the ultimate.

"You're threatening me?"

"Bu-hm, maybe yes. If you still refuse to marry me, don't blame."

Finn's eye movements moved on the oval face carving, wet little lips polished pale pink lipbalm. "You don't seem to be a fool. But you must be blind? Never seen glass, huh? Go, judge who you are, and who I am. Understood?"

That scathing sentence did not undo Ameera's intentions. "I know who I am, sir. You don't have to care about me. Just think about what a possible fetus-"

"Ck! Maybe! Maybe! Maybe!! I've paid your virgin price two hundred million. Still less? Still want to blackmail me with that stupid request, huh?! It doesn't matter if you are pregnant or not. I've definitely paid your price!"

The bespectacled man who had just entered after twice knocking on the door but was inaudible, instantly widened and gaped at once. He intends to go back out to give Finn time to solve his problems with the woman.

"The ardi!"

"Eh, yes, sir?" The man suddenly turned around before his feet could come out, an awkward smile sticking out on his lips.

Finn's finger moved to give the bespectacled man a code closer.

"You're leaving. Your time is up" he told Ameera without looking back.

"Have it been revised?" ask Finn to Ardi.

"Already, sir." The not-so-tall man immediately approached, explaining. A kind of short presentation that occasionally paused critical questions of his young boss.

Ameera was quite stunned to see the way Finn spoke. Presenting ideas in such detail and sound easy to understand. Maybe if the fruit of the night she was pregnant with this man's seed, her son would inherit the intelligence. A little mending of the offspring, albeit in a tragic way.

'There will be no other Biya. I will take care of him, love him.' Ameera's voice of mind while unconsciously rubbing her flat stomach.

"You don't understand human language? Your presence there is very disturbing." Finn asks Ardi to stop for a moment, he returns to drive Ameera away while pointing at the door.

"You need to know, life or death, I keep fighting for the fate of my son. I don't want to get pregnant out of wedlock!"

"ouch! The kid? It's bullshit!" Finn stands. "out! I can imprison you who dares blackmail me."

"The father will also be jailed for rape!" challenge Ameera to her feet, fearlessly returning those angry glittering eyes.

"There was no rape. You do it when I'm unconscious, don't you!"

"Of course not, sir. Here's proof!" Ameera took out the phone that was on the table, a little covered in perfume bottles. He took it while in the screen position recording the direction of Finn's bed. "See. The video is here! You forced me!"

"You!!" Finn's neckline bulged out. He felt trapped by the woman.

"Sa-I'm sorry, sir ...." For the safety of the ears and eyes, Ardi who became sweating coldly opted out. However, the prestige is not at all influenced by two people who are in conflict.

"You guys are planning to do this! How much you get paid! How much money do you want?! Say it!" If Ameera was a boy, Finn would have thrown her into this 19th floor window.

"Married me immediately, sir. That's all the conditions for your actions are not spread."

The man loosened the tie, backed off and sat back in his chair.

"I have a lover a thousand fold prettier than you. You're just a ugly ant that's easily stepped on, crushed. So don't expect anything!" Finn opened the drawer, then wrote the check and pushed it in front of Ameera.

"Take. Go away from around me, or you'll stay a name!"

The check was worth twice as much as before Ameera pushed back. "Now you threaten me? Sorry, it's not a money issue, sir. It's a matter of my child's future in my womb. He needs a full-fledged parent even if he has to be born the wrong way!"

"Are you crazy?! How could you be pregnant for a while."

"Therefore, you married me immediately. For the sake of your humanity on the fate of the child who will probably be in my stomach."

"Goddessa...!" Finn's face flushed red, desperately holding back not killing anyone right now. "Are you so stupid to let yourself get pregnant!" desperate for.

"I wouldn't do anything if I was pregnant, sir. My sins and yours must have been too much. If plus I kill an innocent fetus.ah, no, no." Ameera shook her head strongly with a tense face. "That's not gonna happen. You still have to marry me."

"Really!" Finn stood up quickly pointing at the door. "out! Do whatever you want. I'm not afraid!"

Ameera's lips twitched at the fierce anger on the man's facial skin. He stood withstands his trembling feet.

"Take it! Take-take this! Don't be pretentious don't need money, because obviously you're cheap to sell yourself and threaten me for money."

Ameera looked at the cheque she had ignored earlier, her eyes narrowing. He no longer needs it because the debt has been repaid yesterday, but it may also be the check as evidence that will burden Finn.

He pulled the tissue, took the check without leaving a trace of his finger. Finn frowned looking at her behavior.

"Just wait for the good news, Mr. Ghazi Finn Cullen," he said as he left the place in a calm manner, though desperately holding a rumble of fear in his blood.

Who is Ameera, it is just a bad ant under the feet of the rich man, but for whatever sake a Ameera will be a clever ant that can defeat opponents even though as big as an elephant.

***

"Lo awaited the gondrong." Silvi's lips extended towards the man who was staring at Ameera heartily.

Juna was waiting for him to come home from work tonight, after a day of unread or reply messages, let alone dozens of calls, explained Ameera ignored.

"You guys fight again? Need to be won?" Silvi chases Ameera to the parking lot.

"No, Sil. We're just going home."

"By!"

"Eh, jan maksa is dong. Ntar his hand is removed you want responsibility?" Unasked Silvi takes off Juna's grip from Ameera's arm.

"Gue's got the same thing with Ameera."

"Urusan ya business but not diseakinin also sluggish. Guys aren't you? Looks like a hotshot but how dare the same chick! Cement!" From the very beginning of knowing Juna was close to Ameera, Silvi was the most opposed. In his view Ameera does not fit in with people like Juna, even though Chef looks like a thug. Hands full of tattoos, eyes always lit up, and the path was like one would challenge a fight.

"Eh, uhh, aya naon ie tea? Neng Ameera isn't anything?" Well, according to Silvi as well, the Engkus is the right fit for Ameera. The cleaning service is willing to work anytime as long as needed to be ordered. Eleven-twelve with Ameera who worked because they needed money.

"Ehem, his prince Ameera came. Take care of your girl, Ngkus, bullied by village thugs!"

"Neng Ameera"

"Engkus, Silvi, you go home first. I'm not papa."

"Really, Neng? Is there anything you can't hesitate to ask her Aa's help?"

"Co cweet, Aa Engkus does it with you, Ra." Silvi smiled amusedly.

Not wanting to be a clown, Juna pulls Ameera's hand away.

"June-"

"I assume we're still dating, Ra. I can't accept any reason you're ending the relationship." Juna held onto Ameera's two shoulders so as not to dodge her gaze. "Unless you're really somebody's wife."