The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

It turns out oh it turns out.

Go to a new school. Anya immediately presented with Ashoka flowers that adorn the streets when entering the school environment. There is also an Ara tree in front of every classroom door and not to forget also the logos of the ministry of education adorn the walls and its vision and mission.

Surprised, Anya realized that this school is not as big as a superior school where she studied in Jakarta. But he loves the school now. Not because of the building or decoration but the nuances and atmosphere of many schools that he missed. A week in suspension and a week of being a prisoner of the mother made him so long for the frenetic atmosphere of the real class.

"His way down, we're there" said Livia who of course surprised Anya from daydreaming.

The teenager got off the bike, opened the helmet and gave it to Livia. "School is good, brother. Huge, asri. I'm not fascinated yet" the girl said, looking around.

Again Livia's response was just a lip review. He thinks Anya is a simple girl. He respected her even though his mother said that the child from Litania was not crested.

"Yes, come on. Come to the office, you will know your homeroom teacher. Sorry, Brother can not nemenin you because Brother does not hold the subjects of the twelfth grade," said Livia.

Anya nodded, she followed Livia's steps, but something made her stop the steps. His eyes were rounded with fists already formed. Looks like the person who followed him also entered the school environment.

"Ni people ngintilinnya not about. We got to the school parking lot, why try?" the grunts then passed through Livia. He approached the driver and ruffled his waist. "Om, that's not realising, is it? It's a school environment. Why did it get so far, anyway? Om was paid by mother how many millions to dare to follow me into school? You're being scolded by the school, youh."

Silence, the one who still had not had time to remove the full face helmet from the head did not sound until Anya who was furious called out to him repeatedly.

"Eh Om, don't daydream. Again interrogated also had time to dumb. How, anyway," Anya again, her lips even pursed.

"I don't overnight. But I thought again," he replied. Now he scan Anya then intend to open the helmet vanished. The man even snaps.

"Think what?" chatter Anya again who is still in the same tone—judes.

"Yes, think about your question."

"Continue?"

Silent. Anya who was already upset advanced a step. There is no fear at all. "Om how much do my parents pay to follow me here? Not afraid of being thumped?"

"If it's expensive, why not?" answer the man behind the helmet. His voice sounded light, seemed to underestimate and of course made Anya growl.

"Oh, is that it? How many millions do you love Om?" Anya reset.

"I hired your parents for 5 million a day. Satisfied."

Anya's eyes instantly rounded. It sagged with its mouth open. "That's a big paycheck, Om. Mother really, I was only given 100,000 money for snacks while for Om whose work was just intilin pay as much as gaban."

"Where do I know," the man replied again in a sinless tone.

Anya reached out her hand. "For me, Om. For me two million. Five million mah kegedean just to follow me doang. That's called eating blind pay, work is not real but the money is a lot of crazy," he said, like a professional breeder.

"Why should I love you? That's my right" replied the helmeted man.

"Well, Om dares to nyolot me." Anya said while rolling the arm that was actually short. Without warning and without permission, he immediately fumbled the jacket on the man's body. According to him, it is unfair, people whose work is just trailing receive payment to such an extent. He was even more upset with his mother.

The man chuckled. "Hey what are you doing?" While removing Anya's hand from the body but Anya who is still upset still launched the action.

"here, Om! Give me the money" Anya said. The girl continued to fumble with him until Livia, who saw the incident, approached in a hurry.

"Him! What are you doing?" ask Livia. His eyes glared when he saw her behavior.

"Him! Stop it, can't you?" Livia said while keeping him away from the man.

Anya snorted with her lips fixed manyun. He was now wrapped in a vexed look at the helmeted man.

"What are you talking about? A stalker? Who's the stalker?" livia's Cecar. His face showed annoyance and unease at the same time.

"Yes he is, brother," Anya said. "He's a stalker. The man you told me to follow me. Yeah, isn't it Om?"

"You're mistaken Anya" Livia said as she approached the man in the leather jacket.

"Misunderstood how the hell, sister? He himself who ngaku," Anya reply not to blame.

Instantly the laughter of the helmeted man airs. He opened the helmet and the face behind it made Anya again round her eyes. The index finger immediately pointed right at the face of the man who was laughing.

"You ...."

Anya shock. The man was the one who gave her the model when she broke up with Jimi.

"You're wrong, yeah. He's not a stalker let alone your parents' man. This is Mr. Dery. He's your homeroom teacher" explained Livia.

His eyes are getting bigger. "G-teachers? Class guardian?" his deuteronomy doesn't believe. He looked at Livia and looked back at the man.

"But he's the one who ngaku himself." He looked at a man named Dery. "Why are you lying to me, huh?"

"Him!" snarl Livia once again. "He's your teacher. Class guardian. Why is that speaking? Dirty bit!" Livia warned while the man chuckled.

"Leave it. He may still need time to adjust" said Dery casually. He stared intensely at Anya's agitated face. "I didn't think we'd see you here again. Now you're my student" he said.

"Well, you guys know each other?" ask Livia . He glanced for a moment.

Anya was silent, while Dery still carved a smile. "Yes. We met in Jakarta. At that time I went to my family's restaurant and I met a woman who was really struggling. I was speechless. The scene of the jambak-jukan that, make me never want to bare hair."

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"Fia, my anterin to Sisi's contract," asked Dafin when the two had just entered the car.

Fia who had put on her seatbelt looked at Dafin's tired face from the mirror. His boss was seen laying his head against the car seat with his eyes closed. The tie was half gone.

"But, Sir. Shouldn't Mr. Dafin go home and rest. It's ten o'clock by now. You need to rest."

Dafin immediately put on an annoyed face. It's snorting. "Do my orders without protest. I'd be more tired if this problem wasn't too complicated. Who knows in his contract we can find a lead."

Fia nodded. However, when the machine was just turned on, Dafin's phone suddenly startled the two. With a tired face, the man answered.

"What's? All right, I'll be there."

Phone disconnected. Dafin then looked ahead. "Fia. We're going to the hospital now. Sisi is conscious," he said, looking panicked.

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