Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 1

🥀 Characters in this novel are deliberately made different from others. If there is less sreg in your heart or you think it makes no sense, you should not read it because it is not an obligation to do.🥀

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The sun has come to turn the dark world into light, the sound of roosters rumbling together wakes up humans who are still wandering in dreamland. When the sun began to rise, Gibran just woke up from his sleep. Yes, this morning Gibran actually woke up just for dawn prayers and then slept again.

"Hoam ... Noisy very it's a rooster. Ask to be served opor kali, huh?" Gibran covered his mouth with his left hand while writhing like a hot worm sprinkled with detergent. Even he cursed the rooster who was naturally crowing in the morning.

Gibran's eyes moved to explore the corner of his room with a confused look, then he quickly saw the wall clock in the room whose hands had shown at 06.00 WIB.

"It's still six, it's still morning" he murmured as he laid himself down again on a soft mattress and did not want to be left. Gibran was silent for a moment while staring at the ceiling of his room and after that he just remembered that he had a meeting this morning.

"Eh buset, I have a meeting today. Even the meeting at 06.10 WIB again. Ow hell! Why am I such a haunted person, huh?" Gibran immediately jumped down from the mattress and ran into the bathroom in a hurry. In fact, he forgot that he did not bring a towel that he always put outside the bathroom.

"Wake up in the morning, brush your teeth, wash your face, okay?" Gibran who is basically humorous and somplak even sing while dancing in the bathroom. Finally Gibran decided to take a shower with lightning, not a playful shower, huh. But this is really a shower with lightning.

After taking a bath when he wanted to wear a towel, he realized that he did not bring a towel to the bathroom, as a result he covered his junior with his dirty clothes while cursing himself.

"Gue so people why so careless, anyway! If the Mother knows it can be thrown into the Piranha pond, I," he said. Gibran grabbed a towel located near the cupboard and directly wrapped it around the waist.

"La .. la .. la .. la .. I'm so happy, take a morning shower." Again, he sings and does not think about the meeting this morning. Since he was a superior with his own udel he could easily retreat his meeting hours.

I don't know, his parents used to crave what to have his son's son not kelulungan. Perhaps, the whole cravings durian with the skin, or cravings hedgehogs with thorns.

Gibran entered the walk in closet and immediately put on his work clothes in the form of navy shirt which he then wrapped in a gray suit. Do not forget she wears perfume and also hair oil so that her hair looks neat.

"Usually don't use hair oil, usually don't like this, I'm jealous .. uh I even sing anyway, you weirdo!" Gibran laughed, he looked at his reflection in the mirror then praised himself by saying. "If a man is handsome, he wants to remain handsome" he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling, showing his teeth as pure white as in paint with wall paint.

Gibran immediately snatched his briefcase and also the keys to his car, he came out of the room and deliberately did not lock the room because usually the mother will go in and clean and clean her room.

Gibran walked down the stairs and approached the busy bunda at war with kitchen utensils and executed the vegetables and meat he was going to cook for breakfast this morning.

"Bun, Gibran doesn't eat breakfast, yeah. There's a meeting today. Gibran is ten minutes late, Bun." Gibran hugged his bunda from behind spoiled, then let go.

"What did you say, ten minutes late? Quickly go there, do not even relax rich gini!" Her mother pulled out and beat her son's ass in annoyance.

"Aaa .. pain, Bun. Take off dong, Bun!" Gibran shouted so loudly that the noise reached the ears of his father who was on the second floor.

"Jeez ... What did that brat do this early in the morning?" muttered his father who heard Gibran's cry. He came down to approach his son.

"What is this storm?" his tan looked at his wife and son sharply, as sharp as the claws of an Eagle.

"Dad Satya, help your child who was persecuted Mother Ranti, Daddy please!" Gibran explained his face and was still trying to release the hand of Ranti the mother who was still carrying it.

"Ranti, let go of your son! Let him immediately go to work, it's already 06.25 WIB, and your coplak son is already 10 minutes late from his meeting schedule," said Satya with a voice that sounded echoing in his home kitchen.

"Daddy hear no words, Dad? Tell pelelelepasin!" gibran said, irritatedly Ranti released her hand from Gibran's ear while kicking the child's leg was upset.

"Okay, basic Bunda-ran Hotel Indonesia play kick a child aja, later the parents are angry to know your taste, hahaha ...." Gibran ran out of the house laughing.

Ranti patted her head because she was tired of facing the alien child, while Satya watched his wife's behavior with a strange look.

"Mother why applaud the jidat? Any mosquitoes?" asked Satya innocently.

"Mosquitoes from China?" ranti said as she returned to work.

"Bun," said Satya, wrapping her hands around Ranti's stomach.

"Request rations? It's still morning, Dad." Ranti replied with indecision so that Satya shook his wife's head with anxiety.

"Working by the way, I don't have lust" said Satya.

"Keep why a richly lizard-like meandering on a gini-rich wall?" ranti asked, he turned around and faced Satya.

"Our little boy left for work wearing only boxer pants" Satya said with a laugh.

"Hahaha .. oh, yes, Dad. Mother was going to say the same she let her work pants wear first, uh even there is a father. Mother becomes amnesiac instantly." Ranti laughs at what would happen in her son's office if all her employees saw him working in boxer shorts alone.

"Wild, Bun. Let him be ashamed" Satya said with a stern let his son become a joke later.

Because he was in a hurry and did not pay attention to his appearance. Gibran was completely unaware that he only used boxer pants with a neat top. Arriving at the superiors' parking lot, Gibran got out of the car and walked very confidently through his office lobby.

Many employees looked at Gibran while holding back his laughter. However, they did not dare to tell Gibran because they were afraid that they would be scolded by him later. Gibran who felt himself the center of attention immediately stopped walking.

"Why do you see me? I know I'm handsome, but sorry I don't like to be seen rich gini," Gibran said firmly. But it does not make him feared by all his employees.

I love the visual so that it can be more and more wkwkwk .. hopefully suitable yes dear.

Ricky Aaron As Gibran

This Indo Version

This is the Korean Oppa Version, why is his face not the right calm? The answer is because it looks compact.

NB: For more details you can read in the Fizzo application (******) pen name KARLINA SULAIMAN title ESTUAR FATE

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Maira Moza bint Ryan Shah Abdullah with the dowry paid in cash." Farhan spoke his mistress in one breath.

His firm and melodious voice was able to hypnotize some of the women who were also present at his wedding.

For a moment, Maira turned her head next to him where the man who had just spoken a contract on his behalf was sitting upright. The man's voice did sound so sweet and soft in his ears. However, it was very difficult and unable to shake his heart to feel happy.

The bride's eyelids immediately closed when a single grain of clear water came out from the corner of her eye.

'O Allah, this man has bound me with such a sacred bond, ' Maira's inner self was torn to shreds after her status changed to that of a wife.

When her eyes opened again, from the end of her eyes she could see faintly if her husband's hands trembled slightly after the man carried out the contract. Maira smiled with an expression of a face that was so sad, without even asking, she already knew why the man's hand was shaking.

'Did he regret it after marrying me?' maira asked in her heart. There were no tears coming back and almost filled his eyes.

Maira finally could only continue to lower her head because back one tear had already dripped slowly on her cheek. He squeezed tightly to channel the heart-pounding pain that no one knew there.

On the other hand, Farhan was relieved after making Maira his wife. However, he could not cover up the sad and hurt feelings his heart felt when he remembered that the woman he married was not the woman he wanted to be a wife.

'My dear, I have accepted your request to marry Maira. However, I don't know how I'll behave to her later.' Farhan closed his eyes for a moment as the face of a woman flashed through his mind.

I don't know why he wanted to leave the wedding venue immediately to meet the owner of the face that disturbed his mind.

"How are the witnesses? Right?" ask pak penghulu while staring at some people who are in the place of marriage certificate. The question immediately blew Farhan and Maira's mind.

"Well," shouted all the witnesses with a perfectly fluffy smile.

Instantly the room became boisterous with the sound of cries of happiness of both the bride's family and the invited guests.

'O Allah, I know that this marriage took place because of Your permission. You have changed the status of a servant to a wife. The servant heaven is upon him now, he is the best place for me to complain and to be well and sincerely servant. Every touch of ours will be a reward, he perfects half religion. But can I be a worthy wife for her?'

Maira's tears flowed even more profusely after the word legitimately rang out clearly in her ears. Maybe others think if he cries happily, but in reality it is not like that because he cries to bandage the wound in his heart.

"Alhamdulillah." The man smiled and led the prayer.

"Allahumma inni as'aluka min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa 'alaih. Wa a'udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih."

Everyone agreed to the prayer and their views did not go to the bride and groom.

After the prayer was over, Farhan pinned the ring on his wife's ring finger. When their hands touched for the first time, Farhan's heart immediately felt bitter when he remembered the woman in front of him was not the woman he wanted to make a wife with. In fact, when he kissed his forehead there was no other feeling but pain in his heart.

So too with Maira. His heart was squeezed when the kiss landed on his forehead. It shouldn't be him who's here, it shouldn't be this guy who married her.

'O Allah, do I sin because I still hold the feeling of love for others in my present status who have halal lovers?' both of them slowly move away.

"Congratulations on your marriage, may it last and always be in the pleasure of Allah." Ryan smiled gently. He pulled his daughter in a hug and gave a kiss on the top of his head.

"Aamiin, thank you for taking good care of me and educating me, Father." Maira's cry grew louder, she hugged a man who was very meritorious in her life.

"Dad is also very grateful to you because all this time you have been sincerely caring for and accompanying father, son. Now, I'm handing over my responsibilities to your husband." Ryan smiled sincerely with a feeling of sadness mixed with happiness.

"Farhan, my daughter is now your responsibility. Please take care and guide him to continue to be on the path of God and never hurt him because Maira is the most valuable treasure you have."

The message was conveyed by Ryan as he hugged his son-in-law after Maira. For a father, it is very heavy to give his daughter to another man. Moreover, all this time only his daughter was always accompanying him.

Farhan simply nodded without saying anything. Really, Ryan's message was very heavy for him. However, Farhan will still try to carry out Ryan's message well. Not only because of his father-in-law, but also because God allowed Maira to belong to him.

"You are now my wife and I'm your husband, but I'm not sure this marriage will bring us happiness" Farhan whispered as they moved to sit in the armchair.

"Would you speak like that on our wedding day, Mom?" Maira felt that her husband was very disrespectful of their marriage.

Farhan was silent because he did not know what to answer. He realized that he had spoken wrongly at the wrong time.

"I'm well aware that if we shouldn't be married, you should be happy with her and I'm happy with my boyfriend." After saying so, Maira instantly covered her face with both palms as she could no longer bear to cry.

Hearing his wife's words made Farhan feel guilty. He seemed to forget that here was the cause of the marriage.

"I'm sorry I got you stuck in this marriage." Farhan hesitantly pulled Maira into his arms.

"I-i ...." Maira wanted to refuse the hug, but she could not do it.

Maira hugged her husband back, clutching Farhan's back dress as her cries grew uncontrollable. Maira did not care if her makeup would be damaged and dirty her husband's clothes because she was just trying to bandage the wound with her tears.

Farhan is aware they are both hurt, but he knows that his wife's feelings are much more painful than his. For some reason, seeing his wife sobbing loudly in his arms made Farhan's heart even more broken. Either destroyed because he cares for Maira, or destroyed because it has made Maira who is very dear to her lover hurt.

In order to fulfill the wishes of someone both Farhan and Maira love. They should marry and forget their love for each of the owners of the heart.

"Please don't cry because a single tear that falls on your cheek makes my guilt even greater." Farhan kissed the top of Maira's head affectionately.

The few guests who saw the sight smiled with a feeling that followed. They think the love of both brides is so great and deep that they are unable to control themselves crying happily. However, their guess is wrong.

After a long period of crying, Maira felt very tired. Honestly, he admitted Farhan's hug was the most comfortable hug after his mom and dad.

"I'm sorry for making your clothes dirty, Mom!" Maira distanced her body, her face blushing as she was so embarrassed after not being able to control her feelings.

"Stop apologizing to me because I'm the one who deserves to apologize to you." Farhan rubbed the remaining tears that were still running down Maira's cheeks.

"I'll stay, yeah." Farhan leaves Maira briefly when he is invited by Ryan to greet the guests.

I saw my husband and guests busy. Maira quietly rushed straight away from the reception venue. Because of the crowd of guests present, they did not realize that Maira was no longer in the house.

After greeting some of his important guests, Ryan asked Farhan where Maira was because he did not see his daughter in the courtyard.

"Farhan, where's your wife?" Ryan's eyes stared at every corner of the room.

"Maira's? Isn't he in the sewer?" Farhan pointed at the woman and was surprised to find her wife there.

"I'm sure Maira was still sitting there. But why isn't he there now?" Farhan's confused.

"Where is my daughter now?" Anxiety was evident from the look on the middle-aged man's face.

"Dad, I'll look for him." Farhan immediately left his in-laws. First he looks for Maira to the bathroom and finds none at all.

Farhan eventually found his wife in all corners of the room. He also searched the wedding building. However, the figure of his wife was not found.

Anxious feelings began to envelop his heart. She was afraid that she would run away from the reception.

"Maira, where are you?" Farhan ruffled his hair in frustration. He was afraid that his wife would do something that would endanger his life.

Farhan's thoughts were very negative because he knew his wife was not doing well. Maira's sadness in his arms made Farhan unable to think clearly.

Now Farhan remembers that the day before the wedding, Maira met him and asked him to cancel their wedding. Remembering that made Farhan suddenly smile in despair because he felt like a very stupid man.

Farhan was now convinced that his wife was currently calming down and did not want to be disturbed by anyone.

"Fatimah, are you satisfied now to see how my attitude and attitude after becoming a married couple?" Farhan chuckled with bitter feelings.

"You should have been here and married to me, not Maira." Farhan chuckled sadly as he rubbed a little of his tears that managed to drip down his cheek.

NB: For more details you can read in the Fizzo application (******) pen name KARLINA SULAIMAN title ESTUAR FATE

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