The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Coincidence or curse.

"If you are the same father your mother is more or less you." Sita took a long breath. It is undeniable when discussing the late son-in-law, it feels like something hit the heart. Pain and pain. The child is so quickly called God.

"That's, Grandma?" Litania's eyebrows linked. Want to conclude but fear of drawing wrong conclusions. What his grandmother meant was that the mother also married an old man.

"Your mother married her own teacher. Teacher tutoring."

Ebusets! It seems the same. Litania was in silence.

"That's when Grandma was shocked when your mother brought a fairly mature man home. Your mother just graduated from High School. Which makes Grandma even more shocked when you know what your mother knows, the widower."

Litania's eyes bulged. Bummer. "So you're a widower?"

"Yes, they're about eleven years old."

Crazy, this is a coincidence what's the curse? Inner Litania again. He looked at the grandmother's face seriously. "Keep, Grandma agrees, do you?"

"Initially not, but your grandfather said, if they love each other yes we as parents must guarantee. It is not good to delay or hinder the wishes of the child. The child is already big, can already think which is good and bad. Instead of them doing nothing, yeah it's just halalin."

"Jeez, so simple is grandfather's thought ...." Litania shook her head in wonder as she patted her own eel.

Hearing the statement of disbelief of the grandson, Sita also carved a smile. "That's how your grandfather. We are used to living in simplicity so never think or fantasize aloft. Because what, if falling it hurts. What is important, if the heart is sure, yes already .. stay continue."

"But Grandma never expected mother success before marriage. At least not giving that monthly salary. I'm the same school."

Sita smiled back. Litania's rant got her intoxication on her own. How can a mind that is still so shallow soon beget a child. Gosh, it looks like Chandra should lead him back from perverted thinking.

"Litan, raising a child is mandatory and imperative. There can be no frills to be paid or repaid for services. Remember the saying, when a child is ours, when he is older it is no longer ours, but rather himself. We as parents are obliged to educate and nurture so that our children will not go the wrong way. Therefore, educate as a child. If it is big just educated it is free. Mental advice," explained Sita.

Litania nodded her head. Although he did not understand the reason why married his mother who was still young, he still thought it was all for the good. Same as before. Married to Chandra who was obviously far away from her. Lucky the family was so good that he felt at home and did not rebel.

"There is no reason why we refuse your father's application. A widower has no children is not a disability, Litan. For the household is the most important morality and the future is guaranteed. Your father is a teacher, certainly can protect your mother and provide for her properly. And in our eyes, your father is good-natured, most importantly, they both love each other. Despite the young marriage, your mother never complained. They never fight. Harmony until death picks up." There is water inundated in Sita's eyes. Remembering the past makes him sad. But the sadness cannot continue.

"Yes, sleep, it's night." Sita lay down and enveloped herself. Litania followed. The pregnant eye stared at the ceiling of the room with a hand rubbing the stomach.

"Sir," pangilnya.

Sita. "Why again? Sleeping spout. It's late. Not good for pregnant women."

"Jeez Litania, your questions are never endless. Grandma is rich following the quiz. Kaya did not .. dizzy yes," Sita whisked while turning her position a little lazy. His eyes looked at Litania who was staring at the ceiling of the room. "Yes, I want what. Cepetan, Grandma's already drowsy."

"Birth hurts, no, no, Grandma."

"No. It just feels rich to want to go to the toilet," replied Sita. Deliberately lying so that Litania is not afraid when giving birth later.

"Yes, the hell, Grandma. Is that how you give birth?" ask Litania again with her eyes still focused on the chandelier of the room.

"Yes, it's not sick. Just calm. The important thing is to be physically ready and round the throat."

Litania. "Yes already. Iitan believe."

"Oiya, you're in prenatal gymnastics, aren't you?" Sita looked at Litania's face seriously. Look at his sharp eyes. Especially after getting a horse from Litania. "So you've never been to a pregnant class?" continue to confiscate again in a high tone, in disbelief.

"No, Grandma. I'm mager. Make the road difficult. Better to be home while lying."

Just finishing the word, a pinch landed on the shoulder, Litania grimaced as she rubbed the area her grandmother pinched. "Why was it pinched, anyway, Grandma?"

"Let you be aware. Giving birth is not easy. So don't be too relaxed. Inget, there are three lives at stake. You and your two children," Sita explained in a firm tone.

"Good grandma is angry. Not that Grandma said she wasn't sick. It's like I want a BAB. Yes, so there is no need to take such a class. I'm lazy, anyway. Must be the participants mothers who like to gossip. I don't want to, Grandma. My brain's contaminated with bad stuff."

Duh Gusti's .... Please wake up my grandson. Sita satin while grunting. He pinched again Litania's arm and glared at her eyes. "Just tomorrow you have to start. Don't lazy. Grandma's gonna be your anter."

"Well, Grandma ...."

"Udah, don't protest. Now mending you to sleep. Ready for tomorrow."

"But I'm males, Grandma. Dingy. I'm at home, yeah. The instructor told me to go home" whined Litania. He shakes the shoulders of the grandmother who has turned her back.

But there is no answer. Litania was upset and came back to shake it. "Call the instructor, please. Yes yes yes."

"Udah, don't be spoiled. Interact with others let your knowledge add. Do not be lazy that is swamped. Hang out also let your insight is broad. If you don't like them berghibah yes don't nimbrung," explained Sita with the same position.

"But, Nek—"