Melancholic CEO
Chapter 42: It's About Your Girl!

Hah, he's coming again. Must want to say yes to what he refused," whispered the heart of CEO Rakhan .

Only a sane person would refuse a loan of hundreds of millions of rupiah without interest, with a repayment tempo of 8 years.

Who'sis that? Is he a friend of CEO Rakhan? Judging from his voice, it seemed like he was, Chayra's heart said.

Without heeding the eyes of the two people glaring at him, Jalled walked confidently closer to CEO Rakhan and Chayra who were standing side by side near the sofa.

"Chayra Minara?" jalled asked as soon as he stood before Chayra. He wanted to confirm his sight. Hazel eyes. Brownish straight hair. Yup, this is it. Chayra Minara's.

"Yes..." Chayra nodded in surprise. How does this guy know his name? He is not a celebrity or celebrity.

"Lo know?" the CEO asked Rakhan in astonishment as he pointed at Chayra. Why doesn't he know Jalled knows Chayra?

" OTW's relative," Jalled's grin.

"What do you mean?" reply Chayra shocked. " I'm sorry, sir, I don't know you. Don't admit I'm a brother," he said.

"I mean, you'll be my relative" Jalled explained.

"Surely speaking," said CEO Rakhan impatiently. " Is this just Lo mode for deletin him," he continued unhappy .

"Where dare," Jalled chuckled. A second later he stopped his laughter. His heart ached at the cold face by CEO Rakhan. " Chayra is the girlfriend of the CEO of Rakhan, the CEO of world Tech, the largest technology company in Indonesia" he said. "Where dare I compete," he grinned.

Blush.Chayra's face flushed. Embarrassed. Because I think his girlfriend is CEO Rakhan

"Continue?" CEO Rakhan is looking forward to the following sentence from Jalled. His voice is cold.

It means girlfriend! Rakhan is not evasive, Jalled's mind. "Chayra is the son of CEO Agung Prameswari, CEO of PT. Multi Food Universe, a company engaged in food imports, correct?" He looked at Chayra.

"Yes" the chayra nodded.

Jalled turned to CEO Rakhan. "You want to continue here or to Blue ice Restaurant ? It just so happened to be lunchtime" he added. "Let's have a chin wag" he continued.

CEO Rakhan raised his eyebrows next to his. Let's have a chin wag? Although it means talking casually for a long time, but the speech when he was in college is often used if you want to invite two friends to discuss business. "What do you want to chat about?" tanyanya. He did not want to go out to eat. Especially with Jalled.

"It's about your girl," Jalled replied quickly. " Her," his eyes glanced at Chayra .

Your girl's? Me? Chayra gawking. What does the man want to talk about him ?

"What do you want to say? Just talk here," replied CEO Rakhan lazy.why is this Jalled pretentious, his mind is upset.

"Are you sure?" timpal Jalled.

"Sure," CEO Rakhan replied.

"I know the reason he left the house" Jalled said as a thunderbolt in Chayra's ear .

"What..what do you mean, sir?" chayra said quickly. Where does this man know?

CEO Rakhan glanced at Chayra. The girl's face looked pale and scared. Apparently, Jalled does know something.

"How's it?" Jalled looked at CEO Rakhan. He did not answer Chayra.

"Okay, continued Blue ice," CEO Rakhan decided.

"Come on," Jalled walked ahead.

"You're here yes, order food online only" CEO Rakhan told Chayra.

"But..." Chayra tried to argue. He wanted to know what the man would talk about.

" Yeah, you can go home, I'll get Taksa to deliver," CEO Rakhan dropped out.

So, how did he even get me to go home? inner Chayra was disappointed, but she was also afraid to refute. " Good, CEO," he nodded.

Jalled watched from far away. Rakhan really cares about that girl. He would not hesitate to open the price. It must be worth the risk he will accept.

*****

Chayra asks Taksa to stop at the shop opposite Rhea's apartment. Suddenly he felt his stomach hurt. Feels in squeeze. Typical stomach ache when he comes moon.

"I'll wait in the parking lot" said Taksa. He stopped the car in front of the main lobby of the shopping center.

"No need, sir," declined Chayra . "I'm just walking to the apartment." He feels bad if Taksa has to wait.

"Yes," Chayra replied as she held onto her stomach.

Taxa got out of the car and opened the car door. It was fortunate that the lobby of this store was quiet, so no one saw him open the door. Shame on you, I thought the driver.

"Thank you, sir," Chayra said as she got out of the car.

"You're okay?" taksa asked as he looked at Chayra's pale face. His hands also squeezed his stomach.

"My stomach hurts" Chayra sighed.

Taxa spread the view around. He saw a chair near the main lobby door. "You wait there for a while," he pointed to the chair that was located a few fathoms away from where they stood . "I parked the car first" he said again.

Chayra nodded. If at home, he will roll on a mattress with his stomach on a heat pad, or a stomach warming pillow and take pain medication. Trudgingly he stepped towards the chair then sat there.

Not long after, Taksa approached her. "How's the stomach?" tanyanya worry.

"Still sick, can you please buy medicine?" pinta Chayra while grimacing .

"What medicine?" ask Taxa.

Chayra mentioned the painkillers she used to take.

"Ok, you wait here," said Taksa quickly. He rushed into the shop.

After a few minutes, Taksa had come with medicine and a bottle of mineral water.

"The word pharmacist, this drug is for menstrual pain relief," said Taksa with a strange face. "Aren't you pregnant?" tanyakanya. His hand was still holding a plastic bag from the pharmacy.

"Aih, aih, someone is pregnant apparently," said one girl.

Chayra. Search for origin of sound. He saw a shiny black long-haired girl. Her hair was let down by waving, much like an advertisement shampoo. Feeling unfamiliar, Chayra ignores him.

"I'm not pregnant," Chayra answered Taksa's question. "Who am I to be pregnant?" tanyanya.

"You said it yourself" replied Taksa. " Time in the ballroom of the Grand Duke hotel," he reminded.

"It turns out it's been playing all the way to the hotel?" the girl interrupted again. "Heart is caught by the police," his grinning grin.

"Sorry, who are you? It's not polite to be in someone else's conversation" Chayra said.

Whats? This little girl doesn't know herself? The long haired girl was in shock. "I'm Alsava Beatarisa," he introduced himself to the attitude of the jumawa. Waiting for the amazed reaction of the girl sitting before him.

"Continue?" ask Chayra. He suddenly forgot his stomach ache.

"You don't know me?" jerk Alsava annoyed.

Chayra. "Why should I know you?"

Taksa glanced at the girl who was standing not far from him with the corner of his eye. Who is this troubling girl? Looks like I'm looking for a thing with Chayra.

"I'm the prima donna of the campus, from the Department of English Literature," Alsava told me as he gritted his teeth.

"Oh..." Chayra says short. " Where sir, the medicine, I want a drink," he turned to Taxa.

"This medicine should not be taken by pregnant women" Taksa insisted.

"Those men don't want to take responsibility?So you want to drop it" Alsava said. " It turns out that yes, gossip on campus, you are a pet om om, deserve you can have Hermes Lindy which costs hundreds of millions," he looked at Chayra with a look of disdain.

Pets om om? Taksa almost fell over hearing it. What would CEO Rakhan say if he found out?

"Eh, who's pet om om? Hermes Lindy also has my own," Chayra said. " It looks like your brain has to be repaired" he said.

"You whose brains must be repaired" Alsava retorted. "Who is this guy then? Your next victim? Don't want to, um, she's used, "she's glancing at Taxa.

Even though this father looks a little old, but it seems quite money. The shirt he wore was the Hermosa brand, the price was about 3 million, his lenin pants were about 4 million, he began to calculate the price of the outfit in Taxa.

Om? The brain of the taxa feels like it's in an electric shock. She's only 25, and she's called om?

"Darling, where have you been?" a fat man with a slightly distended stomach embraces Alsava from behind.

The eyes of the taxa are nudging. Almost out. "Samuel Herring?" he said half screaming.