Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 8

The people in the car kept joking around, it was endless. Although, Gibran is still limp but he still looks cheerful and happy because that is how his life is. The car they were driving had already entered their yard. After parking the car, they immediately entered the house.

"Bran, when are you going to give me your daughter-in-law? Mommy can't wait to nimang grandson of you," asked Ranti as they sat in the family room.

"Gibran doesn't have a candidate yet, Bun. If Mommy can't wait to nimang a small child, why don't Mommy do it again?" Gibran actually really wanted a sister, but because his parents did not want to give him a sister, Gibran became a serious person but liked to joke just to cover up his loneliness.

"Your mother does not ask for rations with father, if you ask for outside." Satya interrupted their conversation.

"What's out there, Dad?" ask Gibran plain as smooth as the author.

"Lupain, you sleep there!" ranti's orders so that their chatter does not penetrate everywhere like a watermelon tree.

"Gibran isn't going to sleep yet, Bun. If Mommy wants to immediately have a daughter-in-law, Gibran does not matter if for example Mother who chooses," said Gibran not kidding.

"You mean? You want to marry by choice, mother? You don't want to choose yourself?" ask Ranti to make sure.

"Gibran certainly wants to choose. But if Mother is impatient, Gibran just follow." Gibran smiled very sweetly, as sweet as honey but fittingly took in his bee sting.

"Mother doesn't want your meaning, dear. You can get married at any time you want." Ranti smiled and rubbed and ruffled her son's hair fondly.

"Bun, I'm not a cat don't brush my hair! Let alone ruffling it."

"You're gonna win your sweet cat, sweetie." Ranti chuckled at Gibran's sour face, as a young mango.

"Yes, because Mother cat garongnya." Satya said while laughing out loud.

"Crocodile's father." Ranti said with annoyance.

"Mother the hole." Satya got up from her seat and ran away from them.

"Hahaha .. crocodile hole." Gibran laughed at Ranti whose head was already horned.

"Astaghfirullah, Dad!" Ranti chases Satya with annoyance, they chase around the dining table and living room table. Gibran who saw that became so dizzy, that he could only pat his eel.

"Wekk .. Let's catch it! Can't be hahaha ...." Satya laughed at Ranti and occasionally she stuck out her tongue.

"Read more, less asem!" Ranti pursues Satya by carrying a bell in her right hand.

"Not right, not wrong!" Satya kept taunting Ranti. Because of his ridicule of his beautiful wife like a frangipani flower, he did not pay attention to her steps. Up bruk ... Satya fell almost on her stomach because her leg tripped over Gibran's leg which was seen being deliberately stretched.

Seeing her husband fall, Ranti immediately tickled her husband's stomach until Satya laughed out loud because she was amused.

I'm like a babysitter to both my own parents. Gibran said in his heart.

Being annoyed with his wife, Satya changes their position, now Ranti is under his body while Satya is above him. Satya punished Ranti by kissing all parts of his wife's face.

"Gibran you go to that room!" ranti's orders are still punished her husband.

"Yes, Bun. Good night." Gibran kissed Ranti's cheek that was still lying on the floor and patted her father's shoulder, then immediately fled to the room, vaguely Gibran heard the voice of Ranti who told him to be careful who knows in his room there is a aunt kunti who was waiting.

Gibran was used to sleeping with the dark conditions of the room, so when he slept

"If he hadn't left, I might have had a child by now." No tears flowed slowly from the corner of his eye.

I don't have kids yet, I have to take care of those two kids. Gibran smiled in light of the behavior of his parents.

Gibran used to be a warm person but rarely smiled. He smiled at the woman he loved. However, suddenly the woman left him and married someone else.

Unlike most people who will fall or suffer when left behind. Gibran instead became a warmer, cheerful person and lived a happy life. Although sometimes when he remembered his past, his tears just flowed.

For Gibran, making himself sad just for something he couldn't change would only be a waste of precious time and would make himself fall into the deepest abyss. Gibran made the failure of love in his life a valuable lesson so that in the future he did not have to experience the same thing.

"Wes don't try, nglaleake your geneng seka atiku, sak tenane I ora ngapusi iseh tresna sliramu." (I've tried, forgotten your name from my heart, actually I'm not lying still love you.)

Gibran pulled the blanket and covered his body to the neck. He's going to sleep now.

***

The next morning Gibran was in the company. This morning he will hold a meeting with all shareholders to discuss the development of their company.

The meeting lasted for two hours and ended with each other shaking hands and saying thank you.

"Sir, there is an old friend of yours who wants to meet you" Bayu told Gibran.

"Who?"

"Your old friend, sir. He is-"

"Which it is," said Gibran so infuriatingly.

"Sir, I'm being serious, don't joke! If you keep joking, everything will change." Bayu said with great annoyance, he really disliked Gibran's attitude of joking in serious moments.

"Changed so what prok prok prok." Gibran clapped his hands happily without caring for Bayu's face which looked like a tangled outfit.

"Oh my God, dear Mr. Gibran. Would you not joke?" Bayu already looks increasingly upset with Gibran's behavior.

"Secretary Bayu, you can't be joked around, annoying!" Gibran grumbled, he walked towards the door to go outside.

"Where are you going?" shouts Bayu tailing Gibran.

"Meet the camel." Gibran replied without looking back at Bayu who was behind him.

"There's no camel here, boss." Bayu's call had already changed from master to boss.

Gibran was increasingly upset with Bayu, so without warning he stopped walking and because Bayu did not prepare to brake, he hit Gibran until they fell both with Bayu overtook Gibran.

I'm afraid I'm because I fucked my dad and mom last night. Gibran smiled faintly as he recalled the incident last night at his home.

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I don't go up every day. But I'll be up at eight in the morning.