The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Bountifully.

"Anya Danurdara Dusk!"

Dafan's shout echoed. He who had just opened the door stared at the entire house with the gaze of an eagle. Sikon who was supposed to turn blue met kangen with parents to be crumpled. He got angry and looked for the suspect. It could be that the girl leaked the return that should be a family secret to Nara.

"Basic naughty girl. Watch out for you, yes" he murmured. Hands are clenched. Regret in the youngest has reached the crown. He entered the house with a roaring breath.

Seeing the sister not coming out, he again shouted, "Anya! Come out you!"

Everyone is out of course. Chandra and Litania, whose rooms are downstairs, immediately approached Dafan who was on the stairs.

"What's wrong with you, Fan? Why yell?" ask Litania astonishment. Unlike usual the firstborn who was always calm now became violent. He pulled Dafan's arm and led him to sit on the sofa.

"Try the story, why are you so angry? And this." Litania was holding a white Dafan T-shirt that had traces of a woman's red lips, "what are you doing?"

Litania sighed fretfully. An honest sight worried him. He then held Dafan's chin, neck and chest. All did not escape his sight. "You're not the macem, are you, Fan?" tanyanya full of search.

"I didn't do anything, Bun. I am the one who is possessed. It's all because of Anya. He who has made me ashamed" answered Dafan with a tightened jaw. His eyes stared at the door of Anya's room on the second floor of their house.

"How then?" Chandra asked. He sat in front of Dafan until he opened his glasses. The skin around the eyes that are wrinkled still can not cover how serious he is at this time.

"Nara, Dad. It's all because of Nara. And the progenitor is Anya," explained Dafan.

"If the story is clear, Dafan. Slow down the story so that Mother and Father understand. What does Nara, Anya, have to do with you coming home late this night? And your appearance is ...." Litania paused the word for a moment. His eyes narrowed sharply. "Don't tell me you're playing girls" she later said. Although in his eyes Dafan was a good and obedient child, still his son was a man who had relations abroad.

"It is impossible, Mother. I studied for years to be a doctor. I'm not stupid enough to admit to such a low cake thing."

"Well, what is this? Whose lipstick is this?" ask Litania again while pulling the smudged Dafan shirt.

"This is Nara's lipstick" said Dafan.

Suddenly the anxious faces of Litania and Chandra, faded. They breathed a sigh of relief. At least Dafan couldn't have done anything indecent to Nara.

"Yes, Dad. Tu the recess boy asked for mercy. I was invited to wander. Jakarta commuters with unclear purpose."

Litania and Chandra mangosteen. They do not know what to react to it because Nara's behavior is childish, eleven twelve (same as ) with their child, Anya.

"Oath yes, Bun. I'm gedek amu tu son. He kept hugging. I'm uncomfortable, Bun." Dafan rubbed his hair with his fingers. He looked at the face of the mother. "Mother can not tell Nara or her mother. Let's not admit to anything embarrassing. I'm a doctor candidate, Bun. I have to keep the image in front of colleagues and patients later. If he always beats me, people are afraid to think in a negative direction" said Dafan.

Greet all the complaints that he has been holding himself. It feels tolerance for Nara is already thin and even tends to run out. Nara is 17 years old. You have to understand something not to do as a woman. Pursuing men and being flirtatious is not something to be understood. There will be a cause for his behavior.

"Please, Bun. Talk to his parents. Let them tell Nara" continued Dafan again. The tired face and tangled appearance of the young man proved everything. He's Frustrated.

Litania and Chandra looked at each other in silence. They can't do much either. Not because they don't want to, just that it's out of their control as parents.

"Maafan ...."

Litania touched Dafan's shoulder that had been slung on the sofa.

"Mother with Daddy can't do anything, Fan. Not not want, but it can't. Love is an individual feeling. You may not like him, but you also have no right to tell him to hate you. The feelings of each person are their own rights. Want him to like cake, hate cake, we don't have the right to arrange. Mother, Father and Nara's parents also can not help you. This is your problem. So you're the one who has to solve it yourself" explained Litania meekly. She had thick hair of Dafan. "Now you rest, yes. It's night. You must be tired."

Dafan sat up straight again. His eyes again stared intently at the purple-painted door—Anya's room. "I can't rest before I teach Anya a lesson. Anya was his culprit. The kid should—"

"Udah, Anya don't you bother first" interrupted Litania. "She's not going anywhere today and can't go out of the room. His phone was confiscated."

"Well?" Dafan's forehead frowned. It was only fitting that his restless sister did not go out of the room.

"What's wrong Anya, Bun?" tanyakanya. Suddenly he was concerned about Anya's fate. Being cooped up without a cell phone must be frustrating especially for teenagers who are never far from gadgets and the internet.

Again, Litania sighed. The disappointed face is clearly printed. "Mother on purpose, let her introspect herself."