Small Wife CEO Prik

PROLOGUES

The morning weather is so sunny but not for a beautiful girl named Fay Siena. 17-year-old girl, who is still sitting on the bench of Junior High School. A little funny, but that's the truth. Fay's mischievous nature, often skipping school made him left behind and ended up staying in the Junior High School.

Fay, closed his eyelids that felt glare by the morning sunlight. Lazy tease that always comes out of his lips, a characteristic of a Fay. Clothes tangled with disheveled appearance has become the daily life of a Fay Siena.

BRAKK!!

"Well! Immediately I do not have a door." muttered Fay, smiling wryly when he saw the hinge of the door leaf of his house detached.

Fay ignored the state of his home, he continued his steps to go to school as usual. Stupid time with his house slightly open, after all there are no valuables in it. There are only old mattresses and some kitchen furniture.

Initially, Fay came from a family that was before the fateful incident that befell his family several years ago. Both of his parents died in mysterious ways and left him alone. Living in a small house that is visited by debt collectors every time.

Arriving at school, Fay stood in front of the gate preparing to clothe both ear holes with earphones. He was just lazy to hear the gossip of the students at the school who did not get tired of bully him. Don't think Fay's a weak girl. He was good at martial arts and also did not hesitate to fight against all those who dared to disturb his life.

"Tumben once entered the school." said a guard figure who had just opened the gate for Fay.

Fay remained silent with both hands tucked in both pockets of the jacket he was wearing. Fay's face bowed with a black hat that faithfully covered his head and half of his eyes. The girl was just sick of the life she was living.

"Look .. The corrupt boy still dared to show himself."

"Truly have no shame, if I were to be him maybe I'd rather die."

"I heard her mother was a prostitute, maybe her son was too. Hahaha ..."

Fay stopped his steps and glanced cynically at the child who had just insulted his mother. It's okay they say that Fay's the son of a corruptor. But for the insults to his mother --sorry, it seems Fay can't accept it.

"May repeat again." sizzled Fay, bringing his face closer to the face of the girl nearby.

The girl laughed as if Fay's horrible face looked very funny.

"ELO THE SON OF A PROSTITUTE!"

The girl emphasized every word she said beside Fay's ear.

Fay replicated both hands, with sharp eyes. Next he closed his eyes back to dampen the emotions in his heart. It's still morning, Fay doesn't want to start his day with a fight. Irritatedly the girl pushed the body of the girl before her and continued her steps into the classroom.

Just as he stepped his foot in the mouth of the door, the eraser throw had already greeted him.

PLAKK!!

Fay looked down with hair covering his face. His breathing began to hunt, he could no longer contain his anger. Slowly the girl raised her face with murderous eyes.

BRAKK!

"DOL!!! HOLY SHIT!! HIT HIM!!" The girl's wrath, telling her friends to help and reciprocate Fay's treatment.

Fay's body was pulled back as one of the children pulled her hair. Fay's body crashed into the benches there. Fay wakes up and replies to their treatment. The sound of thunderous cheers filled the classroom. Until the fight was won by Fay.

"WHO DID ALL THIS?!!" The teacher came and shouted.

Fay picked up the old sling bag lying on the floor, casually walking towards the teacher, "Gue. What kind of punishment do you want? Cepet! I'm malleable."

All were speechless staring at how brave Fay was to their teacher. Fay clucked with the corner of his back lip. He was too lazy with the hypocritical humans there. No matter who's wrong, Fay's gonna end up being blamed. Because the position is only seen from the amount of property they have, where there is money - there is victory. No matter how much Fay dodges, he will get the punishment. Such is the law of nature, where money still occupies the highest throne.

"You admit your mistake?" ask the teacher with his face.

Fay played her tongue on her cheek, "Have you ever heard my confession? Everyone will blame me. Then why should I waste my energy, hm?" Fay spoke without taking his eyes off.

"Go home, I don't want to punish you." The teacher looked down, Fay's words were true. It's all unfair to Fay. He knows that Fay became a big boy at school.

Fay held onto both of the teacher's shoulders, staring fixedly at the face of the beautiful woman who was now looking at him with a dim look. Damnit damnit! Fay recalled the figure of the mother who had long gone from her life. It felt like Fay was hugging this woman in front of him. Because he's the only person who still understands his feelings.

"Mother, don't risk your job just for releasing me from punishment. If I go home, someone will report you and you won't be teaching here anymore." Fay glanced at the students beside him. Yeah! Most of them were sons of shareholders at the school and they could have reported the teacher for siding with Fay.

"By, ck, ck! Is there any drama here?" The figure of the girl, known as the most respected Queen in the school, came with a breastplate. Stare in disdain at Fay. "Heh, this brothel's son again." she sibir.

Fay was about to hit the girl but was held by the teacher in front of her. Fay snorted annoyedly as he walked out of the class but the girl named Serly took his place.

"If you dare to go home, then-your beloved teachers will have their consequences."

"Doggg!!" Fay turned his head and pointed his middle finger towards Serly.

Surely Serly did not accept Fay's treatment of him, he took off his shoes and threw them at Fay. Fay casually catches Serly's shoes.

"Anj prefers trash, doesn't it?"

YO!!

Fay throws Serly's shoes into Ting's trash then leaves just like that, ignoring the girl's unaccepting screams.

Serly is the son of the owner of the elite school. No one dared to fight him, including the teachers there. He was very powerful and also as the bulying leader in that school.