Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 5

Having experienced many unpleasant events today. Gibran chose to go home early. His body crumbled as it fell many times. Actually it's common for Gibran to experience something like this but this time the difference is the pain when he fell and his chest hit the floor. Not sick because of the marriage.

"Sir Adi, take good care of my office, yes! Afraid to run him." Gibran patted Mr. Adi on the shoulder as Gibran exited and walked in the parking lot.

"The wings are kept first, sir. If not just rent it to me!" replied Adi seriously.

"Which way can you use wings, sir? Pull out the frog's fur first, sir!" reply Gibran who is far from Mr. Adi.

"Where are you looking?" shouted Mr. Adi.

"His head has no feathers, sir. I want to pull out the frog's fur." Gibran smiled wryly at the talk of not connecting them.

"Yes too, frogs don't have feathers, why don't I think." Mr. Adi smiled wryly realizing his stupidity.

"Bay, you drive! My hand hurts not to be driven." Gibran ordered his secretary Bayu.

"Good, Boss. Please enter!" beu orders while opening the front door for Gibran because he does not want to sit in the back.

"Thank you." Gibran smiled at Bayu so that he did not look at the car door when he entered. Dug ... his head for the umpteenth time back banged. And Gibran pressed the car door shut.

"Ouch!" Bayu even shouted when the one who hit was not himself.

"Which banged me, why are you yelling?" ask Gibran saw the face of Bayu who was like a man of diabolism eh means pain.

"Bran, go Lo all the way from me!" Bayu whimpering in pain.

"Lo why the hell?" Gibran is confused with Bayu. Gibran leaned his body against the closed front door. And they called each other with a regular call. Because if you want to lean on the shoulder of the throttles, after the marriage he left.

"Aaa .. pain ...." Bayu sobbed loudly, his tears flowing like a river towards the ocean.

"Why the mangosteen?"

"Nangis is not mangosteen. No, glutinous, former, uh. masud I hand." The talk is unclear.

"Hand?" Gibran turned in the direction Gibran pointed.

"Hehe, I'm sorry I didn't know that Lo's hand clamped the car door." Gibran smiled but in his heart cursed Bayu. Rasain, it hurts Lo now, so I'm not single anymore.

"Bran, my hands are bleeding, how is this dong?" asked Bayu with a grimace of pain.

"Gue grab a P3K box first, get out there!" Gibran opened the car door and picked up the P3K box that was placed in front.

"Sit down! Let me treat the wound, Lo. Uh what type of blood do you have, Bay?" gibran asked after Bayu sat in the seat closest to them in the approximate.

"Blue blood, I'm a noble, Bran. Bran why is this box called P3K specifically for storing drugs?" ask Bayu, because he himself does not know why.

"Lo's blood is green, because Lo is buto ijo." Gibran grimaced with his clean white teeth.

"Damn it, Lo." Bayu stomped on Gibran's feet and hard. As hard as he's frozen if pursued by me.

"Because of the meeting, introductions, the approach continues to type." Gibran answered, but it made sense.

"Oh yeah, yeah. If it hurts, so treat it." Bayu smiled innocently like a newborn has no sin.

"Rebes, let's go home!" Gibran invites Bayu to get in the car to drive him home.

"Breaked a lot of times." Bayu got into the car and remained as the driver.

"Baby, why do I keep shit today, huh? My feelings aren't as bad as people, but why am I unlucky?" tanya Gibran looked at Bayu seriously and sharply.

"I cry, imagining how cruel you are to me!" Bayu sings as if to insinuate Gibran with a song that is often heard in soap operas.

"Sinetron sacrifice, rich mom-mom know not?" gibran said while chuckling.

"That's better than a victim of feelings. And again, I don't know Bran, but black soybeans are an option." Bayu answered casually.

"Don't advertise, don't sponsor advertising, Lo." Gibran commented as he grimaced with the sudden pain in his chest.

"Lo why? Is his chest hurting?" asked Bayu when he accidentally saw Gibran grimacing like a man in pain.

O Allah, your handsome, kind and not arrogant servant do not take his life first! Your servant is still single yet have a soul mate and if you want to die now, the provisions are not enough.

"Bran I can ask you the same, Lo?" Bayu glanced at Gibran who was sitting beside him.

"Ask!" Gibran.

"When Lo's parents print Lo, what do they do, huh?" ask Bayu seriously until his forehead looks wrinkled.

"Where do I know, why?"

"From that you know mulu, when is tempe the same as soybeans?" Bayu glanced at Gibran with his tail.

"Lo's eyes have tails?" gibran stared hard at Bayu.

"meaning?" Bayu did not know what Gibran meant.

"Of course!"

"Bran Lo knows why Lo is handsome?" Bayu turned his head to the side to look at the expression of Gibran whom he praised handsomely.

"Because if you use the letter e will be a tile," replied Gibran lightly.

"Pinter too, Lo." Bayu smiled at Gibran.

"Lo smile makes diabetes." Gibran.

"But it's sweet."

"Not sweet but fishy."

"Amis you mean Lo?" Bayu pulled down his eyebrows.

"Miss you too. My crazy chest hurts so much!" Gibran began to complain as the pain in his chest became more and more severe.

"Lo really hurts? Kirain lied." Bayu pulled the car over and helped Gibran to sit in the best position.

***

"Why get sick rich gini, Bran? Becoming your wolf? Trus jump off the 25th floor?" ranti asked as she held down Gibran's head lying on his bed.

"Don't make Gibran dizzy seven-round, Bun." Gibran moved Ranti's hand that was ready to shake her head again.

"Get in the wind, wear seven?"

"Don't advertise anymore, and don't call it a brand." Gibran looked at Ranti's eyes with affection.

"Bun, when I printed out, why did you do it with me?" gibran asked seriously but was taken for granted by Ranti.

"When did you print? Your father played three rounds of silat, kept kung fu two rounds, until your mother's body was destroyed as her bed as well. Mother just to fall roll on the floor," replied Ranti smiling knot remembering the past.

"When do you open, Bun?" ask Gibran again.

"In the plastic open, rotated, licked, dyed." Ranti answered without realizing that behind her was Satya.

"Open rich gini, huh, Bun?" Satya's hand moved mischievously down Ranti's body in front of Gibran who was reflexively closing his eyes.

"The ration is still tonight, get out there, don't open up here!" Ranti put her shirt buttons on again.

"And it hasn't been played the same licked, Bun." Satya is grim for successfully jailing in front of Gibran.

Connect ...

Gibran didn't forget, baby. Because Gibran is sick. Eh means not biyawak first, kok biyawak anyway means that ngelawak well yes really joking.

Do you guys want Gibran? No huh? Oh Gibran GR really dong because you think you miss.