The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Admires

Her night.

Anya who was neat in casual clothes carried a backpack and five package books in a hug. Long hair, I'm a horse. As usual, the girl looked earthy and beautiful. A slightly shiny pink lipstick adorns her thin and small lips. Making it look cute and of course make Lita who is watching TV in the living room astonished. He called Anya with the usual tone—lantang.

"Yes Bude, why?" ask Anya who was trembling. Lita's gaze was very sharp. Highlight the eyes that are able to tear away the confidence that has been firmly lodged in yourself.

Lita stood up, he approached Anya and scanned the girl's appearance from toe to head, then surrounded the body of an interrogating policeman. His big eyes were so staring at Anya.

"Where are you going these nights?" ask Lita.

Flinching, Anya pinched her fingers that felt numb until Lita's voice came back startling by asking the same question.

"I want to learn the place Mr. Dery, Bude," Anya replied with an occasional gulp.

"Malem-malem like this?" Lita's eyes narrowed, her tails were so cynical looking at Anya. "Why don't you get Bude's permission?" continued Lita again with a tone of voice that is still the same—jutek.

"Bude never said, if you want to stay here, you have to follow Bude's orders, there are rules that you must obey. Bude is not your mother who is devastated by your whining, so don't mind yourself," Lita's nagging again full of affirmation.

Anya gulped after confirming the words in her heart. Of course Lita is different from her mother. Her mother is very loving. It is different from the fierce Lita nauzubillah. Every word that comes out is a command. Do not dare to refuse if you are not ready to fast Senen Thursday. That is the penalty if you dare to resist the order of the queen of the house. Especially if there status is a passenger, like Anya. Don't expect to be free. Anya did not dare to act because she could not face the punishment that would be accepted if Lita complained to her mother.

"Why not answered? You really want to learn what you just want to wander around?" tanya Lita cendrung. "Do you know the punishment for lying?"

"No, no, Bude, I'm not lying. I really want to learn Mr. Dery's place," Anya replied stuttering. It was really intimidating to look at Lita and the way she said. He thought Lita already knew and allowed, because before leaving he had told Livia's heart and got approval.

Who would have thought now his steps were intercepted by Lita. Anya guessed, is it possible that Livia has not reported the article of tutoring that she said? If you knew, there was no way Lita would get in the way with such a stare. Suddenly he doubted, would he be allowed to study at Dery's house or even told to stay home studying?

"Jawab, Anya! Don't be dumb!" lita Hardik. His hands even crossed.

Shaking, Anya nodded in doubt. "Yes Bude, really. I'm not lying, if Bude doesn't believe me, Bude can follow me there, "he replied trying to convince me.

However, the reverse response was shown by Lita. Anya thought she would get a direct agreement without arguing again. In fact, Lita even pulled one lip and said, "Can you? Bude can come?"

Anya's eyes immediately widened, unable to believe what she had just heard. It feels like a weapon to eat, sir.

"B-can," he answered. Forced to say when in the heart grumbling and cursing.

Honestly, what makes Anya uncomfortable studying at home is Lita. The old woman was always glaring. Always keep an eye on her learning—both with the tutor and with Livia. Sometimes even though there is no Lita there, Anya feels Lita's eyes are always watching, always spying as if they have invisible CCTV. The presence of Lita. Anya did not struggle when faced with Lita. He did not dare to express opinions let alone whine as he had been doing to his mother.

"It just so happens that Bude doesn't have any activity either. If so, let's go ki—"

"Ma," Livia interrupted from the second floor. Livia who was wearing a light green canal came down the stairs. "Let her learn from Dery. He was allowed to do the same with me. I just forgot to tell Mama" continued Livia again. He approached Lita and looked at Anya—watching the teenager carefully—lantas giving a smile.

Lita. He noticed the appearance of his son. "Where are you going, yourself?"

"I have a show, Ma. Want a reunion with High School," replied Livia.

Lita assented without asking further.

"Go, Him, learn the right thing. Mr. Dery is busy, you know. He was willing to follow your request even though other students were rejected outright. So, I hope you learn correctly, study diligently, if not understand directly ask him. Do not hesitate, let you understand that you can continue to pass the test," said Livia softly. A smile was still immortal on his pure white face.

Anya nodded, she saw Lita who always had a sour face. The woman inexplicably looked firm and stiff in her eyes. Never once had the old woman smiled at anyone other than Livia. Anya began to wonder, if Lita was given a partner what might her attitude be the same? Or ... is even more cruel?

Anya then shuddered. He looked at Lita. "Will you go, right, Bude?" tanyanya.

Lita nodded. "All right, but the dishes in the kitchen are already washed, right?"

"Alright, learn the real thing. Let's pass."

Anya carved an awkward smile. Yeah, that's all it can do. He agreed, turned his heels and left with a breath that was so long. Relieved, his lips were slightly attracted. Eventually ... he was finally able to study quietly.

In a wide step, Anya had no less great expectations. Hopefully what Dery will teach can be digested easily by his brain, and of course the lure of the mother becomes an encouragement. He hasn't been shopping for a long time. Really, he was so eager to buy a lot of beautiful and luxurious clothes that always mill around on the homepage of his social media.

"Come, Anya. Come on, you can," the girl muttered softly as she stepped steadily towards the door.

It didn't take long, he was already in front of Dery's house, a handsome neighbor five steps away, that's his nickname for Dery.

Anya's door knocked, before how long Dery out with a face that looks a little tired. However, that tired face was covered in his true good looks. After all how to cover a sharp nose, eyebrows that are almost fused, lashes, and lips ....

Ah ... Anya nodded in amazement. Not only Anya, the other students were also infatuated with her. Fellow teachers also compete to be close to Dery. It was just that the man always kept his distance without hurting the feelings of others. He will always respond to the call of dating women with smiles and jokes.

In her heart, Anya admits that she likes Dery. I was sure I could win that guy's heart. However, so many supporting factors that make it stop realizing the intention. First, the threat of Dafin at that time warned him not to pursue men like Nara did. Second Lita, the fierce queen will definitely give a lecture in the ear without pause. The third, because Dery's Jimi's cousin. And the last one is because the values are far below average. He is insecure and chooses to like in silence.

"Go in first, Him. Just sit there." Dery's index finger was fixed on a sofa in the living room.

Anya. This was the first time he had come in and sat in the house. Usually you can only see from a distance. It turns out that after entering, Dery looks more attractive. The man, though living alone, is able to take care of himself and clean well. The large plus clean house made Anya cluck in awe with eyes that were endlessly scanning around. He looked around before Dery's voice stopped him. The girl ended up grinning by scratching her dandruffless head.

"You wait here. I'll take a drink first" said Dery.

Again Anya agreed. He walked around the living room and his eyes accidentally saw the fit of a medium-sized photo on the teak sideboard. Anya who was kepo started to approach and look closely. In a second his smile disappeared, changing with a snort. He closed the photo that captured Dery and Jimi standing next to each other with a raised smile. Suddenly he was upset after seeing a picture of his ex-girlfriend.

"Why is it closed?"

The baritone sound from behind was shocking, Anya reflex flipped and accidentally nudged the photo until it fell. The fragments cover the floor. Anya frantically tries to pick up the photo even though Dery forbids it.

Apes, unfocused thoughts and nervousness that run through the mind make Anya exposed to shards of shard. The girl grimaced but did not dare to make a loud voice let alone cry. He just sucked his own day with a fixed position crouching.

Dery, who was beginning to worry about looking for a P3K box, pulled Anya's arm and led her to sit on the sofa.

"I told you not to touch. But why are you touching it too?" ask Dery while attaching a wound dressing to Anya's index finger. The expression on the man's face was ambiguous. Between anger and worry. Anya who began to baper for Dery's attention also smiled at the snail.

"I don't know, sir. I was also confused as to why I could pick it up" Anya replied.

Dery let out a tired breath. He looked at Anya's pretty face. "Is it because of Jimi? Have you been able to move on from your ex-boyfriend? Is that why you can't focus on the lesson?" his pedicab.

Anya pulled her hand which was still in Dery's hand. Honestly, discussing Jimi keeps his heart hot again. The man's betrayal was vile, but that's not why. He was nervous because Dery suddenly asked.

"Not that I said, you just focus on the lesson. Not the others," advises Dery. "Are you willing to risk everything for men? I hope you're not that stupid."

Anya swallowed. He nodded without even explaining to Dery the truth.

"When what is your outcome?" ask Dery. Soon Anya took the paper that had been prepared from home.

"This is the lesson I learned the other day? I set a lot of examples in front of the class. Why are you misguided again?" fred Dery, his head suddenly throbbing. After each lesson he will always ask if his students understand and want to ask.

However, as already. Everything is silent signifies understanding. But it turns out Anya broke her opinion about the silence of the disciples that means understanding. Silence is golden and silence means to agree. Not everything about silence is good.

Sighing frustration. Dery's eyebrows swooped up when he saw that there were five package books on the table. "What are you bringing this many books with you for?" ask again.

Anya again grinned. "I also want to ask you to teach me another lesson. My remedial is not only in mathematics but also in English, Sociology, Accounting, and Geography."