The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

falsehoods

Litania who was drying pants with a hair dryer immediately stopped the activity. Put the pants on the sink and reach for the bathrobe hanging nearby to stand. "What is a storm?" Wrap the towel around the body, covering the shirt that is only along the hips. "Could it be Kinar?" thought Litania while thinning her lips. He grabbed the door and opened it.

Stunned, Litania pegged at the doorway. He was confused, not the figure of Kinar he saw, but the men strapping in brown uniforms. "Who are you?" Litania trembled, only this time seeing the police so crowded in front of her.

Ignoring the question, an officer named Ilham looked at Litania. "Can you explain, what's your relationship?" he said it was polite, but clearly firm. Makes Litania creep at once.

A connection? What does this relationship mean?

Litania's mind is raging. He did not understand the direction of the conversation. However, after his eyes caught the figure of a man who only used a bokser sitting down submissively on the edge of the bed, his legs became limp. He staggered and his back hit the bathroom door. "Sir, Sir. We don't like that. I don't know him. I ... I got the wrong room."

The police officer standing near Litania immediately smiled in obliquely. "Pande so much you boongnya. I didn't know him, said the wrong room. What later? You're telling me you're the general's son, are you?"

Not struggling, Litania only resigned when forced out of a hotel room with a bathrobe covering her head. The feeling of shame runs all over the body.

"Eh, I don't think, yeah. It's still young to sell it."

"Yes, where are his parents. No matter what, that little boy was told to be a PSK"

"The world wants to end, repent .. repent."

There were many more spicy whispers of people gathered in front of the room. They only look from the outside, without researching and examining the facts.

A liverache? Sure oes. Clumps of meat that beat in the chest seemed sliced and then doused with vinegar. Litania wanted to refute the hotel guests' gossip, but what power, she did prove to be rooming with a foreign man. Litania was crying, she was bowed in. Walk with guilt. The old man who had died long ago received insults from his folly.

At the police station.

Litania sat in a group with five sexy women. They put on an ordinary face and play with their phones. While he was, sitting embarrassed. All the officers there were staring at him with hard to interpret gazes. Between pity or .. might just be a mockery. I don't know, the girl just wants to get home fast.

Grandma, I I want to go home, her mind.

However, without Litania noticing, a long-haired woman with dark-looking skin brought her head closer. "Please, Deck. At most we only lectured doang. Then tomorrow it's on trial, pay the fine, then go home" he whispered.

Glegs!

Litania's eyes widened, she swallowed her saliva quickly. Wait a minute, if in court it means I justify that I am not a real woman. No. .. No, I can't.

Litania stand. A sitting police officer looks at the laptop behind his desk. "Sir, I'm not really a PSK, I'm a good girl. This is all a misunderstanding."

Litania. Even the free-falling tears followed his feelings. He was hysterical, screaming and saying the same thing over and over again. But, honey, the police there don't care. Litania's weakened, chaotic mind, let alone the man labeled as her date did not do the same. The man who was neatly dressed with the undercut hairstyle fell silent doing nothing. With brown irises and thick eyelashes, he stared strangely at Litania. Scorn in one lip pull.

Watch you. Litania growled. Clenching hands forms fists, dampening already hammered grudges.

And it's true. After getting briefed all night long, Litania was finally free. It was after giving clear evidence and evidence that he was not a night butterfly.

"Heh, Om grey clothes!" exclaim Litania. Calling that person out loud. Making the officers in the courtyard look at them with astonished gazes.

The one called out immediately stopped. Turning his heels and finding Litania walking almost ran up to him. "Why? Wanna apologize? Free, you're wasting my precious time" said the man. Pulling one lip, humbling Litania with her words.

Rippling, the emotion of the man called 'Om' immediately rose to the crown. He snapped Litania's forehead without hesitation.

"Oh ...." Litania grimaced, rubbing a trace of redness on her bangs-covered forehead.

"That's polite, by the way. I'm older than you. And my name is open not Om grey. I am Chandra Bagaskara, the leader of the leading automotive companies here. Understood!" Snorting annoyed, the man continued, "They have rules that must come first. If not guilty, it should be. The police are also looking for evidence. Not just an accusation and an arrest. That beg*k is you. Why did I stray in my room."

Not to be outdone, Litania was still staring at that person with a fiery look. He knows he is guilty in this case. Merely, the young blood made him put aside reality. "Just you're wrong, period!"

They look at each other. Throwing a ray of dislike at each other, until finally someone broke the invisible war.

"Chandra, why did you go to the police station?" ask someone two feet away from them. "Don't tell me you've been raided by the police?" he continued, staring at his friend and Litania in turn then carving out a smile. There was a trace of contempt in the pull of his lips and the tone of his speech. Makes the Litania slightly inflamed and clenches the hands.

"I'm sorry, yes, dear Mr. Arkan. If you say no origin," kilah Chandra. Look at his friend with a dislike view. It was as if there was a grudge in his eyes.

Clucking, Arkan doesn't believe Chandra's words. "God, jan ngeles. Obviously I got info, he said there was a businessman son netted razzia with ABG girl." Glancing at the Litania at a glance then continued the word, "That's you guys, right?"

Already planned, Litania ready to take a hit. He was angry at the insult of the man in front of him. But alas, Litania's hand squeezed instantly as Chandra embraced her affectionately. It widened the ambiguous smile that made Litania round her eyes. Whatisthis?

"You got the wrong news. We are not that kind of couple. We are actually getting married. And last night was just a misunderstanding. He came just to make a list of the names we're going to invite" Chandra said. Her hand squeezed firmly onto Litania's shoulder to correct her lie.

Swallowing spit, litania nodded while smiling clumsily. You old man shucks. She further complicates things, inner Litania, upset.

"O, really?" The soul of the Arkan reporter thrashed. Stare in full search at Chandra and Litania.

"Of course." Chandra is getting closer.

Suddenly, a car came up from behind. An old woman with a brown shoulder descended from her vehicle.

"Chandra, Litania, here!" The woman developed a smile, waving at those who were still struggling.

"Yes, Ma!" Smiled relieved. Chandra held Arkan's shoulder and whispered, "I told you, your informant is wrong. The proof is, my parents know him." Tilting a smile, Chandra then stepped foot. Stay away from the confused Arkan.

"Wait a minute" muttered Litania. Trying to get Chandra's hand off his shoulder.

"Udah, just give it up." Chandra intensified his embrace, holding Litania to follow in his footsteps.

While Litania, only able to wonder in the brain. Why her? Then who's that woman? How can I know my name.

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Notes.

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