The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Nostalgic heart.

As Kinar and Arjun were dramatizing the first night, a beautiful woman was pacing in front of the car that stopped by the roadside. His mind was chaotic, the night was getting late but not a single taxi or taxi passed by.

"Non, this is the old cake. Non Litan goes into aja," pinta the polite man who is none other than Bambang.

Kinar covered his lips while shaking his head. It does not deserve to be warm alone while Bambang struggling with the car engine in the cold of the night.

"Have you called the workshop guy?"

"Already, Non. He said he had business elsewhere. From there he came."

Kinar gave a long sigh. But what else can be done besides waiting.

"If that's how we get in the car, sir. Tossy. It's cold outside."

"Necessary, Non. I'm just outside" Bambang refused.

"But it's late now. Later, Mr sa—"

Lisana paused when she saw a luxury car pulled over not far from her standing. His eyes were wide when he saw the person coming out of the vehicle. Apparitions that make Litania an impromptu heart gymnastics.

"Mas Fabian!" the screeches approached, "Mas Fabian why come here? Where are Fabian going? How can you never go crazy?" his pedicab.

"I'm not going anywhere. Just a little busy right now." Fabian look at the face of Litania and then Bambang. Without even asking, he already knew the reason why Litania was standing there. "Have you called a mechanic?" continued.

"Already, Mas. But Mr. Bambang said his person again had business elsewhere. After that, just come here" replied Litania, rubbing her own arm slowly. The cold weather through the chest.

Meanwhile, the sensitized Fabian unceremoniously took off his suit and slipped it into Litania's already cold body. "Wear this."

"T-but—"

"Don't nolak. It's eleven o'clock at night. Women can't get the night wind."

"Don't but, now I'm taking you home."

Litania. Even though the husband is not home. I don't think it's worth another man's offer. "E-not necessary, Mom. Soon the mechanic will come."

"Udah, don't refuse. It's late, Litan." Fabian invited with a slightly maksa tone because of worry. How can you not worry when the woman in love is strung by the side of the road. Especially at almost midnight. "Do I need your husband's permission?" continued Fabian while reaching into pocket.

Litania shook her head again, she prevented Fabian's hand. "No need, Mom." The words of Litania. His eyes looked at Bambang. "But Mr. Bambang, how? If I go home, he'll be alone."

"I'm okay, all right, Non. Non-Litan good to go home first. Let me wait for the mechanic."

Silence moment. Litania looked at Bambang's face. As if asking for approval. The middle-aged man nodded followed by a review of Litanu's thick lips.

"Yes already, I'm staying, yes, sir."

In car.

Litania several times stole a glance towards Fabian. The man from his past was too focused on driving, when there were so many questions in his mind. Why didn't Fabian ever see him again after the confession a few years ago?

"If you want it, it's just. Don't look at that lyrics. His eyes are not back, you know. It's danger," Fabian's joke. He chuckles slowly.

Litania smile. He squeezed the suit to give warmth to the body.

"I was just wondering, Fabian, I never heard from you. I'm Kira Mas Fabian angry with me about the other day."

"No, that's not true. I'm really busy. Not to you."

"But the period is busy until the full five years?"

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