The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Values

Meanwhile, at the same hour but different city seemed Anya was pensive under the Ara tree. His eyes stared at the sheet of paper in his hand. The results of a mathematical remedial that must make him forced to stroke the chest and frown for so long. He pinched his head that felt dizzy, again had to face the name remedial. Not the first or second, but rather the third. A grade of 70 is listed there, whereas the minimum to pass the mid-semester repeat test is 75.

Sighing long, Anya recalled the lure of her mother who said that she would increase the amount of pocket money plus get a full shopping vote if the failed repetition value reached 80. Really, he's greget, but ....

"Boro-boro 80, this is the number 70 I just follow the remedy to three times. And tomorrow I have to do the 4th remedy. Where is just me. Who else graduated. Lah me, don't pass." Sighing for longer breaths, Anya hit her head several times with four knuckles. He hit it until the pain was quite felt and made him complain himself.

"When my brain gets diluted. Please dong, pinter. Let's get some extra snacks. I can shop at the mall. Childhood entrepreneurs suffer constantly, anyway? Half a year of his service was just meatballs like ice tea doang," he continued, wiping the head he had just hit.

Unexpectedly a call from the back made Anya squeal. He stopped lamenting fate when he saw Ella— his youngest friend— while running small came closer.

"What's up, La?" ask Anya in astonishment. Ella who was carrying a stack of package books in hand seemed bored.

"You're called Mr. Dery to the BP room" Ella replied, her voice sounding disjointed.

"Sir Dery? Now?" the repeat convinced himself.

"Yes, now. Quick hunt. Soon the bell will sound."

In confusion Anya also turned her heels, but not yet away, she turned back and approached Ella. He looked at Ella seriously. "Why would Mr Dery do El? I'm not going out of school, am I?" fidgety scabbard.

Ella shakes. "You don't know, just try to find out there. Yes already. I'm going to share this package book with the kids."

Anya nodded again. He notices Ella, who has lost sight and begins to step toward the office. The courage accompanied his steps. He was really afraid that he would be expelled from school given Litania's anger. He really doesn't want to stay in class or change schools. If that happens, I don't know what punishment he will receive.

Could you be fired as a child?

Shuddering in horror, Anya rubbed the bristling fur and then stepped up to the cross in a room.

Dare to be afraid, Anya knocked on the bone-white painted door and got a speech from inside.

"Excuse me, Sir. Did you call me?" ask Anya after popping her head. He could see the young man who was his homeroom teacher opening up sheet by sheet in hand.

"Yes, you called me."

Dery lowered the reading glasses perched on his nose, his eyebrows raised next to him, astonished to see Anya still popping his head without even entering the room.

"You know when you stand there. Comein. I want to talk to you, ", continued Dery

Anya ventured. He stepped closer and stood firmly in front of Dery. As much as possible keep the oral and the deeds so as not to end insolent. Article misunderstanding six months ago alone he had to get Lita's lecture from morning until evening, full one week.

Lita is more scary than her mother. That's what Anya concluded during her stay with Lita and Livia. He was determined not to make a move that could wake up a lonely old lioness like Lita.

Anya shuddered again, Lita's bulging eyes made her look at Dery with nanar. "What is it really about, sir? Why did you call me here?" ask Anya.

"Look. I'm going to the point, yeah, yeah."

Anya nodded. "Tell me, sir."

"Your grades are concerning. You will soon be testing. But, your value ...." Instead of continuing the word, Dery instead let out a heavy sigh after glancing at the paper in hand. "Your worth is unsettling" continued Dery with a disappointed look.

Anya was no less disappointed. If possible, he also wants to be smart and get a perfect score. But how else, his brain capacity can not accommodate many lessons especially those that have been for months. Anya was forgetful and did not know how to anticipate it.

Being flocked to many questions like that made Anya look down deeply. Dery's question is also the same as what's on his mind. He also did not think, why can be so stupid when so many things that support him to be smart?

"Do you have a school problem here?" dery asked, his eyes probing.

Anya quickly shook her head.

"Then?'

Silent. Anya just bit the lower lip by squeezing fingers that feel cold and stiff.

"I noticed you rarely interact with classmates. Do you have trouble getting along?" ask Dery again.

Again the headband that became Anya's answer. Not being able to get along, he was just limiting himself. No more Shireen cases. Trusting others so deeply will hurt yourself equally deeply

"Wantas? Answer dong, Yes. If you're just shaking your head how can I help you?" cecar Dery, his tone sounded irritated.

Still with a down position, Anya replied, "I don't know either, sir. Sister Livia is so painstakingly teaching me. The tutoring teacher who came to the house was also sintered and friendly."

"Then?" Dery's like losing his temper. He closed his eyes a few times. Trying to suppress emotions because of Anya's convoluted answer.

"I don't know the reason either. When studying with a tutor who I feel just sleepy. Same with Livia, too. So I can't digest anything they say, '" Anya said.

"What about tutoring with other friends? I heard that your classmate made a study group. Why don't you try following them?" dery's proposal was enthusiastic, but his disappointed sigh became the end when he got Anya's head. "Why can't you?"

"I can't do a rame-rame. It's not even focused."

Dery's pinching his temple. His patience is starting to wear off. "So what do you want? You're my student. I want you to succeed and graduate."

Anya raised her head, she stared pityfully at Dery. "What if my poor father?"

Dery flinching. His eyes returned the gaze Anya cast. Wonder. "You mean?"

"I mean I asked the Father who taught me. I am special myself."

Dery shook his head. Disagreeably. "Sorry, Anya. If that's not possible I can. I ...."

"Please, Sir. I want a pinter too. But if I study at home I can't focus. Manor if the Father who taught me can ngeh and understand."

"You mean. You want tutoring to my house?'' ask Dery. His eyes glare.

"Yes, Sir. Our house is not far away."

"I'm sorry, I can't if it's. If you want, I'll know you as a good tutor. But not me. I have to teach at another school. It's only home at night."

"It's no problem, sir. We are neighbors. Just five steps to go."

Dery thought for a moment and looked at Anya. The girl looked desperate. He also ended up saying yes despite not being sure if it would help increase the value of Anya that plummeted. Crushed. The girl got the lowest grade of one class.

Yang nanyain Dafan.entar there is a separate part yes.