The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Surprise that makes the hang

"W-who are you?" reset Litania. His heart is beating strong. He took a few steps back. So afraid of the arrival of two guests who pointed guns at him. His body even trembled, but he tried to calm down.

Still with her hands raised, Litania spoke again firmly. "What would you want!"

However, the guest who was dressed all in black and masked was more courageous. They chuckled, approached Litania and unhesitatingly pulled behind the trigger of the Airsoftgun Beretta M9 KJW brand gun in hand. One of them spoke loudly. "We want your life, Litan!"

The eyes of the Litania are rounded. With a single deep breath he shouted. "All right!"

Dor's!

Litania. The sound of the eruption was completely deafening, but strangely it was not the bullets that hit the body, but the colored plastic trinkets that came out of the bullet hole.

"Surprise."

Litania. His surprised brain was still unable to digest what was there. Until the person behind the mask shows his true form. "Happy birthday, Papa's daughter-in-law."

Litania flinched with her mouth still half-open. She was in shock, not expecting the person who made her almost get a heart attack was her own in-laws. The man in his fifties was covered in white almost all over his hair.

"Papa." Still with a look of disbelief, he looked carefully at the figure of the other man. "Bang Irwan!" his screeches.

Litania's legs were squeezed, almost dropped and it was fortunate that Chandra caught her from behind. "Aren't you pa-pa?"

Shaking slowly, Litania's face still paled. He doesn't know what to say. But clearly, he was quite upset about being played that extreme. "What's this?"

Before long, Litania's angry expression changed as three female figures walked over to her. "Grandmother, Mama ...." Litania pauses speech. Surprised by the figure of a beautiful and white woman who tailed behind the back of her grandmother and mother-in-law. A person he had never known before. "He ...."

"He's Irwan's wife. His name is Reka" said Chandra, standing behind Litania.

"Happy birthday, yeah. It's a gift from my brother. Brother who made it himself." The design handed a brown black forest cake with some cherry seeds on it. So sweet, a blend of deep black with cherry red.

Still with mixed feelings, Litania tried to digest everything. "This ... this ...."

"It's a surprise birthday from us, honey. Sorry, we should have come yesterday. Just Mama, Papa, just Grandma you forgot. Though it was a week ago Chandra reminded," said Lita. He wiped and cleaned the pieces of knickknacks attached to Litania's shirt. "Happy birthday, yeah."

Turning his gaze back, Litania began to deepen, astonished at Chandra's indifference all along. He remembered my birthday.

"Yes, Ma. I keep my smile even though the surprise makes me hang," said Litania while forcing a smile.

The euphoria is so felt. Everyone sits back in the living room and enjoys being together. The atmosphere of the apartment that is usually quiet is now excited. Laughter and laughter filled the corner of the room. Especially with the figure of Lita who is indeed flippant in saying.

"The first cookie I gave Grandma. Grandma has been blessed to raise me now, I am grateful to have Grandma by my side. Thanks, Grandma." Litania spoke softly in that happy atmosphere. He felt lucky to have a grandmother even though he had to give up both parents when he was still thirsty for love. But he never complained. All is fate, and destiny cannot be changed even if it thrashes the heavens once.

Taking a small plate from the grandson's hand, Sita also commented a smile. There was a trace of sadness in that happy atmosphere. How not? Given how the son and daughter-in-law left so quickly. There is no greater pain than parents who have to see the bodies of their children.

"Grandmother should be grateful, dear. Since the departure of your father and mother, you're the only one Grandma has. You are Grandma's reinforcement in order to stay alive in this world. Grandma loves you. Grandma always prays for your happiness, Litan."

"Yes, this is a gift from Mama, open it up" Lita said, handing the brown envelope to Litania.

"What is this, Ma?"

"That's a ticket to Bali. You can go on a honeymoon now. Have fun there for a week." Lita then looked at the child sitting next to Litania. "And you, Chandra. For a while your duties in the company let your Papa take care of it. Your job is one." Lita purposely hung up the greeting. Make Chandra knit eyebrows.

"What, Ma?'

"Bikin' grandchild for Mama."

"Mrs ...."

Darkened, everyone laughed loosely after hearing Lita's honest words. Especially after seeing the red faces of Litania and Chandra who misbehaved. Oh really, their parents are so happy to flirt.

Time has shown ten o'clock in the afternoon. Everyone was still chatting in the middle room. While Litania and Reka were busy preparing for lunch.

"Sorry, Brother Reka. Brother guest but bother because of me." Smiling clumsily, Litania looked unwell at the Design who was so deftly cleaning up the chicken meat and the others. While he himself was standing next to Reka while hand slicing a long bean with a sideways cut. "And so, thank you so much. My savior brother today, I honestly can't cook. More precisely lazy to cook. We eat food every day outside. And if it's breakfast, it's Bang Chandra who makes it. I was just told to do the dishes" he continued.

Looking at Litania, Design reviewed a slight smile. "Nothing, I can do it later too. Now you enjoy it first. Learn slowly. After all, Chandra's not fussy, is he? You don't need to be able to cook and all macems. You're lucky, loh. Got a good husband like Chandra. Understand him. Not like a brother's husband. The days should be Brother's cooking. He does not want to eat outside. The guy is overprotective of himself." Reka pauses the word. A smile appeared on his face. "But strangely that's what makes you love."

"Now that. Not that always cooking is troublesome, yes, brother. I'm ogah, males, tired, mending buy."

"Hust! Don't talk about it. Cooking is mandatory, you know. If you don't like cooking, then what will be the fate of your children. Time must pesen mulu. As the saying goes, love comes down from the tongue. And my brother proved it. Sister always manjain Mas Irwan with cooking. Thank God his attitude was rough for a long time soft. Even now it's a bad bucin."

Litania shudder. "Kids? No, ah. I don't want to have children. I still want to be cool. I'm still young, brother. I don't care about him either. He doesn't like me, either, brother. We married because we had to. There is no love. So, why did I take his heart. I'm kapok, brother. It will be broken again."

"Litan, it can't be. He's your husband, you know. Whether you like it, love it or not, you have to take responsibility for your decision. Now you are married. So it's not good to be rich. Got to get along, marriage isn't a joke, you know. Lagian sapa said if you already have children can not be seneng. Adek aja brother who seuisia you already have children, loh. Tetep happy him. Even he said having a child was unmatched. Have their own satisfaction and happiness. Won't meet you out there."

"Oh, huh?"

"Yes. This is my sister waiting. I want to know what it's like to be a mom." The design again paused speech, then smiled when he saw his stomach was still flat.

"Brother pregnant? How many months? How not to look."

"New six weeks. Before coming here, we went to the hospital first, and Alhamdulillah positive, and you know not the expression of Mas Irwan. He was very happy, you know. Brother's sample was carried around the hospital, 'crazy."

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Well, that miss Reka Irwan. Hehe. Relax, they are happy in the mind of the author.

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