The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Sita and Lita.

Time has shown ten o'clock at night.

Litania is drying wet hair with a hair dryer. While Chandra was asleep with the face down position hugging the pillow. The priest was completely exhausted after the ritual of dipping in order to pamper the Albert so as not to insomnia. He said Chandra ya. Not say scientists.

"It has. No one will suspect I've taken a shower." Smiling for a moment, Litania lifted from the chair and went to the mattress where her husband rested, then kissed the man's forehead. Big baby who always asked to be pampered with the reason of the twins.

"Met bobok, Dad. Dream good," said Litania softly, who was let out a slight squirm, her lips smiling but then silent again. Chandra really looks adorable when sleeping even though it is already awake.

Turning her heels, Litania left the room. Not to forget also the teddy bear he hugged tightly to the room of the beloved grandmother.

"Not slept yet, have you?"

Knocking on the door twice, Litania opened the door then popped her head, peeking at her grandmother's room.

"Ngapain snintip-nigtip?"

"Ouch!" Litania's shocked, head on the door. Didn't expect the person who was snooped to be behind him.

Correcting her standing position, Litania still rubbed her pulsating head. "Grandmother from where?" tanyanya meringis.

Sita chuckled, she passed the fat body of her grandson and entered the room. "Grandmother from the balcony. Talk to Lita. Why are you here? Pake the event of everything." Sita's eyes glanced sharply. Which is directly wrong behavior. "Don't tell me you want to sleep here again" said Sita.

"Yes. Want to come back here again. Can, huh?"

"No! Your husband's ass when he sleeps alone." Shaken in wonder, Sita did not think about the attitude of Litania that did not change at all. Still spoiled even though soon it will change the status of being a parent. Fuck up!

"It's not good to go to bed with my husband, go back there. Yes, every night sleeping with Grandma. Then Grandma's back, huh. I can't have Grandma with Chandra."

"Bec ... Grandma." Slightly whining, Litania hugged Sita's arm while shaking her, "Tonight is okay Litan sleep here. Last night, deh. Suer." The girl's hand had even formed the letter V with a distinctive grin.

Sighing long, Sita also agreed with a nod. It was also free to argue with Litania. His granddaughter was stubborn. The son of the sultan, not .. the son of the state official is also not, but every wish is always fulfilled.

"Yes already, just there," Sita ordered.

Litania nodded, her smile looking real while sitting on the right side of the bed and Sita on the other side. "By the way, Grandma's talking about Mama."

"Not saying anything important. Just a normal conversation. Talk about the past." Sita was lying down and enveloping herself.

"Past time?" litania's eyebrows frowned, kepo began to attack. He fixed his position, sitting facing Sita properly. The legs are even cross-legged with the hands still hugging the doll. "Don't sleep first, dong, Grandma. Stories first. I'm curious. Must be a story Grandma there mama exciting. Mama's the guy—"

"Hust! Can't say that. He's your in-laws." Sita gave a smile, her memory spinning thirty years ago. "Lita is so. In the past, your in-laws were famous as rioters in their youth. It looks like you. Likes to make trouble. Make old man quail."

Litania. "It's been a guess, anyway. It must be the mother." Bearded, Litania again stared intensely at her grandmother. "Address, Grandma. A very interesting story."

Sita throws a pillow at Litania, annoyed that her granddaughter is always cutting her words. "Well, what do you want to hear Grandma's story?"

"Same grandmother Lita was the same age. We were both in school first. We are both neighbors. He is a man but not arrogant. The proof is that he is comfortable with the same grandmother who is clearly just a child of a merchant."

Litania is back in the mangosteen. Still reading her grandmother's story. "Mama Lita is so good, Grandma. Now his attitude is the same."

"Yes, that's how he is. Although sometimes impressed nyeleneh and grumpy, Lita was actually a baek, loyal friend and Grandma love him. He's the best friend."

"Continue, Grandma. Why can Grandma have grandchildren and she just has children."

"Yes because his grandmother was young. Graduated from High School, Grandma was betrothed to your grandfather. Your great-grandfather said, it's better to marry young than to do the impossible."

"But dong's loss, Grandma. Grandma didn't mess up because of a young marriage?"

Sita gets Litania's head, anxious. "Well, you, after marriage do you have any thoughts of regret?"

Litania again smiled clumsyly. There is no regret in the home. Chandra is nice and her in-laws are super nice too. So why regret.

"Grandmother is not young marriage. Just so you know, your grandfather was not a person but wanted to try. Hardworking. That's why your great-grandfather accepted the proposal. Coincidentally, your late grandfather used to be friends with Bram, the same one again, what's his name. His stature is rather sad. Edwin what Edgar or who yes .. forgot Grandma."

"Is it possible Edward," terka Litania. People who look like gangsters but don't dare to commit treason. He was loyal to his father-in-law.

"Well, it's Edward." Sita nodded confidently after thinking for a few seconds.

"Well, coincidence." Litania's still digesting. How can two friends marry a man who is also friendly to each other.

"So, Grandma didn't think it out either. The same grandmother Lita is indeed deket but never expected to be able to husband who is also friendly like Bram and your grandfather."

"So Grandpa's first and last love Grandma, dong," seduced Litania by winking her eyes once. Sita responded with a smile. The old face was clearly blushing.

"No. Grandma actually likes the same Edward who looks so badboy. Macho and cool. But ... Yes how again. Grandma was betrothed to your grandfather. I don't want Grandma to accept it. Rather than being called a son of disobedience."

"Well, Grandma's great." Litania clapped her hands a few times until the pillow drifted back, lucky to dodge. "Grandmother can do it. That's a feeling, Grandma. Not the flour that is given aer continue to be processed can directly become a bakwan."

"Yes because Grandma believes the same choice of your great-grandfather. In fact, your own choices are not necessarily good. Many 'the artists who marry cere, even though before marriage they do not want to indulge in romance, telling love and all sorts of things."

Litania was made speechless. Grandmother's words were right. Although it is undeniable that many are also opposed. The point depends on each other's destiny.

"So what about Mama Lita and Papa Bram? Grandma know?"

"Yes, it's not. They got it because of Grandma's wedding. But it's not a stupid grandmother. They are big. Can think for yourself. If you like it, it must be deket. If not, then Litan. After Grandma, they took it while studying abroad. They got married if it's not wrong with your mom's age of two."

Again, Litania mangosteen. Hearing the stories of his grandmother's past he so missed the figure of his birth mother. "If the father's story is the same mother how?"