Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 9

"When do you want to make my body a mattress?" gibran asked in an annoyed tone to Bayu.

"Until the ants, boss. How many angels sleep on your body, boss." Bayu's hand moved mischievously hugging Gibran who was below him.

"What's? Lebaran marmots? You crazy, Bay?" Gibran hit Bayu's arm which was coiled around his body.

"Woy ants aren't marmots!" Bayu who felt annoyed immediately criticized Gibran who was under him.

"Hahaha .. Get rid of your hand, amused Bay!" yelled Gibran while laughing.

"Ah .. yummy, Boss." Bayu even more reckless, she was like a woman who was flirting with her husband.

"Crazy for you, Bay! Woy wake!" Gibran yells at Bayu's head in annoyance, but he smiles sweetly until Gibran wants to vomit.

"Yes I'm crazy about you, boss." Bayu put his mouth around like he was going to kiss Gibran. Gibran quickly hit Bayu's lips with his right hand, until the sauce came out of Bayu's mouth because his lips broke slightly.

"Sorry, Boss. I was not intentional." Bayu woke up with difficulty because his prone position was much more difficult for him to wake up. Bayu wiped the blood on the corner of his lips as a result of Gibran's punch.

"Sorry, Bay. I didn't mean to hurt you." Gibran looks serious about apologizing to his secretary.

"It's okay, Boss. Don't repeat it again!" bayu looked at Gibran with warning.

"Okay, Bay." Gibran patted Bayu's shoulder slowly.

"Yes. Help me get my clothes straight!" pinta Gibran after he managed to stand aided by Bayu.

"Good, Boss. Again forgive me, boss. Don't curse me to be a rock." Bayu clenched his hands together in front of his chest.

"I curse you to be a louse." Gibran stuck out his tongue and left Bayu alone.

"Kowe lunga fitting me dear-sayange

No luck kowe ngadoh ngono wae.

I understand my fault and you've dumped me

Along with your new boyfriend."

(You go just as I love you, without saying goodbye you just walk away. I don't know my faults and you're trying to get me together with your new boyfriend.)

"Baby, the concert will be tonight, now that you've met my old friend, I'd like to know what he's going to say after a long time of not seeing me." Gibran precedes Bayu to walk to leave his office.

"Given the invitation letter maybe, Boss," guess Bayu who might be right.

Deg, Gibran's heart feels like it will stop beating when you hear the word invitation letter. She had a bit of trauma with her letter invitations, especially wedding invitations. Gibran stopped stepping and turned around until now he faced Bayu who had managed to catch up with him.

"What is a wedding invitation?" gibran asked softly trying to forget the trauma that disturbed his soul.

"Let's go, we'd better meet him soon" replied Bayu who seemed to know what Gibran was thinking at this moment.

"Alright," Gibran said, exhaling a heavy weight as he read, sorry the author was just joking.

Gibran and Bayu had gotten into the car, as usual Bayu was driving and Gibran was sitting sweet while playing his phone.

"Boss yesterday when I bought you pants, I met your ex-fiancee." Bayu tells Gibran what he knew yesterday, and manages to make Gibran turn his head towards him.

"Bay, you know for yourself, right? If I never had a fiancee." Gibran spoke with a faint smile.

"But you were about to propose to him, Boss," Bayu replied unwilling to budge.

"Nearly right, Bay? Not applying yet." Gibran again replied with a smile.

"Do you still love him?"

"Bay, what would my old friend talk about after so long without seeing you?" gibran asked Bayu, and Bayu knew very well that only to divert their conversation earlier.

"Come, you've already asked me," Bayu replied casually.

"That's how it gets old, let it know the taste." Bayu chuckles when he sees Gibran's face looking upset when he says that Gibran is old.

"Looking in the window." Gibran replied with a song.

"The wood is old" answered Bayu, calling himself old.

"Like amnesia." Gibran laughed while shaking Bayu's head.

"Eh, how is it me?" Bayu realized his stupidity.

"Haha ...." Gibran laughed triumphantly.

***

"Have you got a job?" ask a friend of his.

"No, Rin. I've been going everywhere but I haven't been able to, I'm tired of my life" replied a girl named Jasmine.

"Didn't you apply for a job at one of the largest real estate companies in Asia?" ask Airin again.

"Not yet to be rejected, because the security guard ngeselin it." Jasmine's face is seen bent as she is evicted by the company security guard where she was about to propose a few days ago.

"Don't give it up, dong!" Airin encouraged Jasmine by clenching her fingers.

"There's no way I'm giving up, Rin. We must take down our heroes of freedom who are willing to sacrifice their property and lives just to achieve the same goal, which is to liberate our nation." Jasmine smiled excitedly, tears escaping just like that as she said the hero's struggle for the independence of her nation.

"Well, the spirit .. the spirit and the spirit continue, continue their struggle in your own way." Airin hugged Jasmine affectionately.

"Tomorrow I'll apply for a job at the GS group company." Jasmine smiled pretty as pretty as a rafflesia flower but dearly smelled from not having a bath.

"Okay, do you want me to anterin not tomorrow?" Airin made an offer.

"No. I want to fight alone first." Jasmine smilingly refused her friend's offer.

"Okay," replied Airin.

"Gue take a shower first, yeah. My body smells so hot like an Australian guitar."

"Yes, take a shower, let it be more beautiful!" airin's command while waving his hand was like expelling.

"Well Her Majesty Queen Airin, the princess will carry out the Queen's decree with pleasure, if there are things to say, just say it later because the princess' stomach is very mules." Jasmine who had been cast as a graceful princess immediately damaged her own image while fleeing to the bathroom in a hurry.

"Defend the palace if the daughter is like that." Airin patted her own eel hard enough that she complained of pain.

"Oh, sick."

"When I saw a glimpse of the handsome prince in the company, and who was he, huh? Very handsome." Jasmine smiled imagining the face of the man she nicknamed the prince.

"Generic ...." Gibran sneezed while chatting with his friend Azril.

"Why are you, Bran?" azril asked when he saw Gibran sneezing.

"I don't know, all of a sudden" Gibran replied. "I'm sorry, it's not polite." Gibran apologized.

"It's easy" Azril replied calmly.

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