The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Not realized.

POV Dafin's.

I open the door and loosen the tie. Feels claustrophobic. I can't breathe normally. What's wrong with me? Do I have heart disease? Ever since I saw the kunyuk propose to Fia, I couldn't focus on anything. Even on the road I almost hit another car. Oh God. What's wrong with my brain?

"Argh! I feel like I'm going crazy."

I threw a suit on the couch and grabbed my own hair. Earlier, below I saw Fia chatting with men. I suddenly became annoyed, and now this is how I am, already like a madman. Fia's closeness with other men was really disturbing. What's wrong with my heart?

Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. I really hope this way makes me calm. However, everything was overdue due to a message notification from Dafan.

My blood boiled after reading the message. He's been telling me to get Fia back. What right?

I tried to contact Fia. Connected.

"Yes, Sir. Is there anything you need?" tanyanya friendly.

I was silent for a moment. A little surprised at him. Didn't I destroy her proposal last night? But, now he said as usual—sopan.

"What are my rules you've already told me?"

I asked without further ado.

"Already, Sir. In a moment, maybe everyone will get a notification."

"If so, quickly go up. Make me coffee."

"Ba—"

I immediately disconnected the phone. I was nervous, her voice sounded sweet. Why these? Is there a problem with my ears? I became pounding.

Three minutes waiting but Fia never arrived. My mind was getting wild and I couldn't control anything in my chest. The more I wait the more I get angry. The more I convinced myself to be patient, the greater the urge that told me to go berserk.

I tried calling again and within seconds the phone was connected. "Yes, sir" he replied again

"Fia Scrap! Get me some coffee!"

Finally I shouted, I was annoyed that the girl had not arrived. "Is he still talking?" muttered slowly

Hmh!

Suddenly I was curious about the male figure who spoke to Fia below. Is he called Rito? Maryam's nephew?

I rushed to the desk and started operating the laptop. Just a few clicks a photo and the information I need is available.

Dan benar. Darahku makin berdesir setelah mengetahui kalau pria yang berbicara akrab dengan Fia adalah Rito. Keponakan si lampir itu.

Raising my head, my eyes stare at the closed door. "Basan ganjen, what kind of secretary is that? How does he ignore me? I'm the boss, I've been paying him this whole time. He works with me but why is he so doubtful now? Is it because he looks popular these days?"

Damn, the more negative thought my blood boiled. My emotions grew even higher when I remembered how Kevin adored him, proposed to him, and now Rito is also always attached to him, not to mention Dafan.

I took a long breath. "What exactly are the advantages of Fia? Isn't she the same as the other women? If the good thing is relative, all women also have a good side in themselves. Same with beauty, if you always take care of yourself, is not beauty always there? But I still wonder, why is everyone so crazy about him?

I'm back pacing. Is it so much their chatter that he forgets that I haven't made coffee?

My hands itched and called Fia back.

"Fia, coffee!" my hardik. Sometimes the woman has to be determined. I don't like people who waste time.

"Yes Sir. Now I'm in the pantry" he replied.

I sat down, tired of pacing the front of the table. But soon the door was knocked and the girl's face was seen. Just like always. She's gorgeous. Yes ... I admit her face is quite beautiful, her appearance is very neat. However, somehow I was still upset to see and remember how close he was to other men.

I clenched my hands. I'm getting more upset. What's wrong with me? Am I crazy? Am I jealous?

"This, sir, is the coffee." He put coffee on the table.

I was silent, my eyes were blocked. I was still annoyed, even very upset, he was concerned with chatting with others rather than putting my wishes first.

"Basar lelet," ketusku.

"I'm sorry, sir, I was slow because there was a complaint about the new rules," he said, standing upright hugging the tray.

My eyes probing. Is that really so? It's probably just the reason you're praying, you son of a bitch.

Damn, my hair stood up after sipping coffee made and then spread the contents. The glass in my hand was even thrown. He looks clearly stuck. I'm sure he's shocked, but I'm still upset, how could he be negligent?

"Do you want me dead?" hardik me without pity. "How many tons of sugar did you put in here? ha! Don't you know that I don't like sweet!"

He's bowed. I wiped the rest of the coffee, ah not the coffee. This is more appropriate when it is called honey. My body shakes because of it. I don't like sweet. You could even say anti. I've had a trauma with what's called a sweet-tasting food or drink.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dafin. I ...."

"Go!"

"But, Mr ...."

"I said, go!"