The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Litania

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Five seven-year-olds surround a shabby-looking little girl. They sang a song simultaneously, making the objects of their bundle close their ears firmly and bend their knees, afraid.

Basic ugly ....

I have no father ....

I have no mother ....

Orphan ....

Body smells ....

"Son, I'm not an orphan. I still have a grandmother." Crying, the fat little girl was terrified. Let the tears wash over her dirty cheeks. Flowing traces of snot that have blackened.

Lita, the little girl with two-braided hair and Barbie backpack on the back moved her hands. He told his friends to stop singing. "Well, you stink, really. Www ...." Squeezing his own nose, disgust. Scoffing at his age who was sitting it.

"Yes, it's ugly, it's poor, it stinks, it could have our rich names. I don't want to have the same name rich you," said another short-haired boy with a pink bando adorning his head. "Replace the name!"

"But I didn't choose a name, Nia."

"I don't care. Rename. I don't want our names to be the same" said the boy named Nia.

Not to be outdone, stocky-looking girls who were holding candy stalks, also voiced their hearts. "Yes, don't use my name either. It's good to use Tania's name. I know no!"

Again, after complacent scorn, they resumed chanting.

Litania bau ....

Litania ugly ....

I have no father ....

I have no mother ....

Orphan ....

"Gak .. gak .. I'm not an orphan. I still have a grandmother. I ... I .. grandma!"

Shouts echoed throughout the room. Make a gray woman tugged into the room. "Why, Ndok?" Holding the cheek of the girl who just shouted out to him. "You're having nightmares again?" continued. It wiped away the huge sweat that was pouring out of the girl's pores.

Nodding quickly, Litania sat down and grabbed the glass filled with water on the nightstand, drinking it to the point of nobility. "Yes, Grandma. I hate them" he said, wiping away tears that had flowed without him noticing. The dream seemed real, reminding him of the bitter memories that were rooted and entrenched in the heart.

Cuddle the grandson. The grandmother, Sita, patted Litania on the back. "Already, don't think about it anymore, yeah. It was just a dream, a flower bed. Besides, now you're big. So if they're bothering you again, just beat them up." Letting go of the embrace, Sita looked in Litania's eyes. Reviewing the smile while slowly wiping the path of grief of the grandson with his thumb.

"Emb." Litania nodded steadily.

In the past, when he was a child, he might have been afraid of the mockery. But different from now. She had grown into a clean and beautiful looking teenage girl, her nose was sharp her lips looked thin and seductive. It makes anyone like it at first sight. Plus there's a black belt in the hand. So there's no reason for people to bully him anymore.

Glancing at the wall clock, Litania patted her eel. He looked for the phone under the pillow and found so many messages coming in. "Sir, I want to take Kinar's stuff." Getting out of bed, Litania grabbed the blazer lying on the dresser chair.

According to the temple, Sita grabbed Litania's hand. "Udah malem, you know. It's eleven o'clock. What if there's nothing on the road?"

Holding the wrinkled hand of the grandmother, Litania tried to convince her loved one with a smile. The only family he had after the departure of his parents ten years ago due to an accident.

"It's okay, Grandma. Some of the stuff is not far away, really. At the Permata deket hotel here."

Grabbing Litania's hand, Sita seemed hesitant to say. "Ndok, there was a friend of Grandma nelfon, she said she wanted to bed you for her son."

Stunned, Litania again threw herself in bed. Looking questioningly at the grandmother who had never discussed this before. "Who, Grandma?"

Inflaming, suddenly the fiery eyes of the Litania shade. How could he forget Chandra. Neighbors who ignore it when experiencing bullying. And that's why he insisted on moving from Semarang.

"Son, I don't want to." Litania said full of steadiness. He clenched his hands and stood up again. "I'm young, Grandma. I was eighteen. I don't want to marry young, let alone the old tadpole" he said.

"But-"

"Udah, yes, Grandma. I'm going first. Entar Kinar first rampage and not be an order."

Finally, with good reason, Litania managed to get permission from her grandmother. He drives his meticulous motorbike through the streets of Jakarta which is already quite quiet.

Puffed up, Litania swore in between her activities-riding the motor.

"Emang ngeselin nih the Kinar. It was fitting to be anterin said not first. Well, already in the middle of the new gini mall to send anterin. Basic of the plinplan camp," muttered Litania, annoyed.

For the sake of merchandise, Litania is reckless through the night. Deliver the order Kinar has on him. Understandably, since graduating from high school three months ago, he has not been getting a job. So, while waiting for a call, he sells clothes online. And this time he had to deliver the shirt of his friend's order.

Kinar himself was a friend of Litania's. The figure of a teenager with a finisher stature (high straight live bones) who is currently studying and settling in England. And because there are files left behind, he inevitably had to return to Jakarta.

With a rash move, Litania walked into the hotel lobby and accidentally hit a small child eating ice cream.

"Oh God." Placing a sour face, but not how long Litania's heart ended when she saw the boy who hit her had shed tears.

"I'm sorry, brother" said the eight-year-old boy.

Litania took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. Carve out a smile and say, "Nothing, really. Cup cup cup, don't cry." Dabbed the boy's cheek with his handkerchief.

"Where are your parents?" tanyanya, wonder. Look to the left and see no one. Only a receptionist came to him in a hurry.

"Oh, forgive my sister, Ma'am." The receptionist wiped off Litania's pants that were hit by the ice cream. The melts look real from the groin to the knee. Embarrassing, the trail looks like a person who has run out of water in his pants.

Litania politely brushed off the hands of the woman in uniform. Thinning his lips while saying, "Nothing, kok, brother. I'll clean it myself."

"Witho!" yell someone in the back. Make Litania, the receptionist and some hotel employees in the lobby look at it simultaneously. Almost everyone smelled a smile, holding their lips back from laughing. 'The 'Litan? What kind of name is that?' Maybe that's the mind of the people who were there.

"Gradiance."

Litania walked over to her friend. Looking from top to bottom. "where are you going?"

"I want to eat a little. What are your pants?" Frowning, the blonde-haired girl whose full name was Kinaryosih then laughed. "You wetting?"

Ignoring the question, Litania directly thrust out the bag paper. "Nih, pesenan you," he said ketus.

"You're straight in the room, Dad. I'm males nenteng-nenteng beginian. You go in, my room is on the seventh floor number 3045." Put the paper bag back into Litania's hands. "All of you clean up the rest of your toothpick" he sneered later.

Puffing annoyed, but eventually Litania followed Kinar's advice. And without taking a long time, he arrived in front of a room.

Scrunching her forehead, Litania massaged her painless temples. He was confused, looking at the room with the same number only there was a difference A and B at the end of the number. "Where is Kinar's room?" He pulled out his phone and tried to contact Kinar. Unfortunately, the person who was contacted did not answer the call. "Ih, this is a child. What's eating rice HP, anyway?" pissed off.

Five minutes passed, but the Kinar did not come. While Litania has been squatting, can not stand to hold the urinary longer. "Okay, I'm trying to open this room. Kinar said his room was not locked. Bearti was locked automatically instead of Kinar's room," muttered Litania, speculating.

Chequek!

Door opens.

Litania smiled with relief because the room looked dark and there was no one there. "Yes, this is his room." Without waiting for a long time, he ran straight to the bathroom. Throwing away also clean themselves because of the ice cream melts earlier.

Before long, the tranquility of Litania was disturbed. There was noise behind the bathroom door.