The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

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"What!"

The eyes of the Litania are rounded. Didn't think that Irwan had a fiancee before meeting Reka.

"Kasian Clara .." - Litania.

"Eh, kasian Rak Reka aja, deh." His words stopped again. His fist was formed. "So. The wrong one is Reka's husband. Playboy is too."

Lisan Litania again stopped when it got a shot from Chandra. She forgot that Irwan was her husband's best friend.

"Don't talk weird if you don't know the story" Chandra reminded.

Litania mangosteen, everyone has their own story and should not be disseminated.

"You don't know the history between Reka, Irwan and Clara. So it is not good to judge who is wrong and who is not," continued Chandra again.

"Yes yes, sorry. Then you continue to sleep." Litania spoke as she let go of their embrace and sat down.

"But where are you going?" chandra asked in astonishment when she saw her wife picking up clothes.

Litania smiled faintly. "Of course take a shower. It's dawn now. I want to help Sister Sri make breakfast.

"Don't sleep yet? You're not sleeping all night? Not sleepy?" cecar Chandra's.

Again, Litania commented a smile. "Yes, obviously sleepy. Slaughtered Albert last night. My knee is a gini. It's okay, too, this afternoon. I rest a little if all is gone. Now Sri must be busy.

"You want me to be lazy?" ask Litania with pursed lips. Upset because the husband would want to eat it again and again.

Now it was Chandra's turn to smile. The attitude and nature of his wife was very different when he first met. Lazy attitude and rude swearing that once attached, now turned into more diligent and understanding. It's just that, sometimes it stays unannounced.

"Yes, yeah, good cooking, yeah." Chandra winked, his cursing followed until Litania could not help but smile.

If the bed has creaked, problems throughout anything will stop. Angry, the smile was carved wider. Reader satin sereja mesam-mesem perverted.

***

Meanwhile, at another residence. The couple almost dusk staring focus towards young and beautiful women who are none other than Kinar. Their breaths sounded almost simultaneously followed by the breath of the beautiful girl.

"Kinar," called the thick-bodied man with a little head of milk who was none other than the father. Frans Darmawan's.

"Linar," call, Jessika—sang mama—who also sighed heavily. "Our eyes, dear."

Kinar stopped his activities—rolled the noodles using a fork. He looked at the faces of his parents in turn. A puff of despair was heard again. However, he longs for family together after five years apart, only when he remembers the rejection of the father, it feels like there is frustration in the chest. I want to be angry, but I can't. Ah, just look at it.

"Why don't you eat breakfast, honey?" ask Jessika gently.

"Are you still angry with Papa?" timpal Frans who also put a spoon of fried rice.

"No, it's." Kinar answered weakly. His eyes looked at Frans, heartily. "Pa. Please be honest with Kinar. What exactly is the reason why Papa rejected Arjun's proposal? Papa must have known all the ins and outs of him, right? He's a good man, Pa. I love her the same. There's no man out there who's as perfect as him."