The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Anya World.

"Well Mas Vero why come here early in the morning?" ask Anya. He who was neat in white gray clothes was surprised by the arrival of Vero, the man came carrying a box of cakes.

However, instead of answering Vero even snorted and then handed the bag of luggage into Anya's hands, Anya inevitably welcomed it.

"What the hell, Mas? Very rude, "gut the girl then saw the contents. "This is what?" continued again.

"Do not know. I know you asked me to make a cake with Mom. Well that's the cake" replied Vero. The displeasure printed real on the face.

"Idih Mas Vero is very. Just canterin the cake on his face in making the fur. Not funny, Mom. You can not get a new soul mate nyahok," he chirped without sin. He then opened a little box under Vero. "They're good."

Swallowing saliva, Anya again said, "Tante Reka is the best." Anya's thumb was pointed at Vero. "He's a master chef. Sometimes I want to learn ah," he continued, smiling, his row of neat and clean teeth clearly visible.

"Udah, really. Don't grin like that, make sprain no," snorted Vero again.

"Yes already Mas, early in the morning already menggedumel aja. Not really happy, is it?" anya asked, her eyes narrowed cynically.

"Yes, because this is a cake I have to go in a direction."

"Some of it is Mas Vero. Just as I am a great calculation," Anya replied again. Vero was upset but fiercely encouraged him.

"I'm your sister" continued the girl again.

"So where, anyway." Vero is getting up spaning.

"Well, our mother is sodara. Sodara fellow women," he continued while grinning and of course Vero's reflexes shook his forehead with four knuckles. He's anxious.

Her looks really haven't changed. Ever since always rested and by itself. Vero's monologuing, pissed.

"Sick tau ih Mas," Anya's whistle, her mouth twitching while wiping the hot forehead.

"Eat it don't come from." Vero. Anya's sour face wryly like that comforted her. He has often behaved ignorant, only the girl again and again still spoiled. Like there are no capoks.

"I don't know. Aunty Reka herself often said that I was a sweet child. He used to say he wanted to be my son." Anya paused, she looked at the annoyed Vero who seemed to underestimate. "Mas Vero doesn't believe me?"

"So, anyways males really have your cake adek. I'm males, spoiled, oon anyway. I wonder why Auntie Litan is menggahirin this generation of your cake. You are very different from Dafan Dafin. I suspect you're a failed product."

"Mas Vero!" jolt Anya.

"Why?" reply Vero no less fierce

Anya's guts evaporate. "Mas Vero if you really like it," he continued slowly. Very slow. Embarrassed to admit that it is different from both brothers.

Vero laughed loudly. "You're real, the jagas are just in the cage."

"Mas Vero said what, anyway?"

Squeezing his stiff fingers, Anya bowed. He was ashamed of not being able to argue. Vero is like family. The man knew the ins and outs. So it's free to argue because it will definitely be debunked.

"Well yes, in Jakarta there I was horrified that you often make trouble. Make Auntie Litan go back and forth to take care of your problems. But now, I'm afraid you never make trouble." Vero's eyebrows go up next door. "Why? Afraid of the law? Do you have a handler?"

Hearing that Anya could no longer bow. He looked at Vero. "Mas Vero said I was a crocodile?"

"Yes, the crocodile is labile." Vero chuckled again. "But it's good that you're stranded here. Your personality has changed. I'm sure you can't macem because you can't depend on them anymore. I wonder, why not from the past Aunt Litan cake like this."

Anya silenced, inwardly justifying. In Jakarta do not hesitate to make trouble because there is the name of the parents behind it. While here, must really maintain the attitude if you do not want to end up being a commoner. Undeniably what makes him dare to be insolent is money. Money makes everything easy, but now, he has trouble because he has no money. The world turned as it should, it felt like it was really at the bottom.

Anya sighed, then swiped her feet to the floor until a noisy sound was heard. "Please yes, my. Please don't want me to be like Bang Dafan and Dafin. They are clearly different. They're special."

"How different is it from you?" ask Vero to investigate. The girl in front of him sounded desperate.

"Oh, I've been thinking, am I not a child?"

Again the sound of Anya's ringing was heard. The girl rubbed her forehead which had just been the easy target of Vero's four knuckles. He looked up but a second later lowered his gaze.

"Don't yell. I'm a witness myself if you're their son. I saw your mother go to the hospital." Pause for a moment. Vero confirmed his clothes. "So obviously you're their real child" he added.

Anya raised her head. "Then why am I not as smart as Bang Dafan?"

"Well, that's your fate. Your father's clever genes are all over with Dafan. Mistake him."

"Ih, Mas Vero is so cool. It's not that nenangin even make me get mental. That's bad, I swear. I'm sure that's why Mas Vero doesn't have a girlfriend. Anyhow anyone would want to deket the same Mas if his lips spilled into cayenne pepper."

"Him!''

"What?" reply Anya no less fierce.

The lazy Vero sparred sighed in annoyance. It's the lyrics of the clock on the wrist. "Yes already. I'm goin. Males ngadepin you. Which has no business at all."

"Why am I being wronged?" Anya doesn't take it. His mouth again grumbled.

"Udah, don't talk about it anymore. Oiya, don't forget to tell mama that your cake is safe until the destination without losing its taste," continued Vero again with a flat tone of course.

Anya's stunned. His frustration disappeared in one blink of an eye. He scanned Vero's appearance, the tall man with the sideways bangs looking handsome even though his face was not friendly at all. Suddenly Anya thought of something, aji sentence mumpung roared her mind. As for not, Livia has no teaching schedule today. So he had to use an online motorcycle to go to school. The real coincidence, right? Mayan make irit fare.

Anya again grinned. Vero the fool started to turn the heels. However, only a few steps of his hand were blocked Anya from behind. Lazily he turned himself and looked at Anya. The boy was really testing his faith as a human being.

"What's up, Huh?" he said a little furiously even more when he found Anya's expression annoying.

"I put it there, I put it there," Anya said, her index finger pointing to the living room table.

"Because?" Vero pulled down next to the eyebrows.

"I'm a jerk, Mas. Vero's gonna bring a car."

"So!" reject Vero. He took off Anya's hand. "Why do you want to? The cake has no activity. You forget, I'm the director of the Kinara group. A businessman does not have much time for such trivial things," explained Vero again. Full of affirmation in the last sentence.

"Yes, Mas Vero was very stingy, anyway," Anya murmured, a second later smiling cunningly. He rushed into Vero's car and shamelessly put on his seat belt.

Opening the car glass, Anya then waved at Vero who was sculpting on the porch of the house. "Come Mas! Spoonfuls. Entrepreneurs can't be late, you know."

Vero snorted, he rubbed his rough face with one hand. "The child's basic. Forcedress. Look out if there will be many wants," his grunts in step.

The car drove too. Vero drives at an average speed. It cuts through a pretty solid road.

Glancing at the glance, Vero began to pry what Anya saw to the point of smiling alone like that.

"You see what again?" ask Vero at last.

Anya just moved her eyes, then returned to focus staring at the HP screen.

"Him, if asked, replied dong. Or do I want to come down here?"

"Yes, don't dong." Putting on a sour face, Anya immediately showed the phone screen. "Happy!" sans annoyance.

Vero smiled, Anya really like a teenager most—doyan shopping.

"Don't do too much shopping, yeah. If not kepake do not buy. Mubazir."

"I'm sure I'll take it."

Vero. Suddenly he wanted jail. "Do you have money?" he asked with disdain.

Nyes! He dropped the phone. He just remembered that the main problem in his life was money. However, a confident smile rises instantly when you remember the lure of the mother.

"Have dong, Mas. Mommy wants to give me a whole shopping voucher if I pass the math remidi today." Anya's reply made Vero raise his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah? Are you sure you graduated?"

"Mas Vero!" anya jolt again, but Vero's response was just a laugh until the sound of the phone ringing resuscitated.

"Yes, why, Na," replied Vero after the call connected to the earpod that was in the ear.

Silent, Vero heard carefully the words of the secretary who was across the phone and rubbed his face that suddenly looked riled up. Anya gets curious, who's calling and what are they talking about to the point that Vero turns like that?

"Alright, you hold him. I'll be there soon," Vero replied with confidence.

The car pulled over. Anya who still does not understand just stupefied. "Why stop, Mom. My school is still far away" he said in astonishment.

"Him, you get down here, yeah. I have business" replied Vero. No more smiles or mocking faces there. What is there is seriousness.

However, it is not Anya if it does not act. He welcomes. "Before soon. When did I get dropped here?" whining.

"But I have business, Him."

"Yes, that's what it is." Anya's right hand was open. Vero who did not understand was just dumbfounded with a confused look.

"What do you want? Salim?" vero asked, shaking Anya's hand and touching the back of the hand to the girl's forehead. But that's not what Anya wants.

Vero who did not understand the sour expression and his mouth murmured Anya asked again, "Why else, Him?"

"I want to ask for the fare, Mas." Anya explained without shame.

Vero snorted, he finally understood that it was actually modulated by Anya. He opened his wallet and pulled out a red note. However, Anya whose eyes were already green grabbed the wallet and took three hundred thousand pieces of money.

"Thank you Mas" he said, then smiled big. Without waiting for an answer he opened his seatbelt and rushed out of the car.

Vero who had just realized that it was quickly copied out of the car and approached Anya. He took two pieces of money from the girl's hand.

"Loh, Mum. How were they taken again?"

"Three hundred thousand mostly for the fare of the motorcycle," annoyed Vero.

"Well yes, my. The cost is not that big. What's so shameful, when did I get down halfway?"

Vero clucked, then clucked Anya's head. "Ngeles is usually. You think I can be copied? Not easy Anya Danurdara Dusk," said Vero growled and left without looking again.

Anya, be quiet. Dismissed was his hope to have fun with the money. Now just left a piece in the hand. He was not stopping to murmur before finally a noise from behind shocked.

"His, why are you standing here?" dery asked after opening the helmet. Anya just smiled awkwardly. "So who was that?" asked Dery again who was silently following them.

"He's Mas Vero, sir. Father's son's friend. He was going to ask for antherin to school, but he had a sudden business. So .. yes that is, I was dropped here," Anya replied, as soon as her face was red. He wiggled the legs of the man who was again kebelt pee. The pitying Dery could only frown.

"Well, if so, go up. Poor you. We went to school together, "gagging. He could not bear to see Anya who was like holding a urinary bladder. That's not what Anya feels.

Bak got a sack of money, Anya's eyes immediately sparkled. Without hearing the second offer, he immediately jumped up and sat behind Dery.

I swear, her happiness is absolutely matchless. Being kicked by an idol into school is like getting a big guide. He smiled throughout the journey.

Dery who could see his facial expression from the rearview could only frown. Just this time found a man who peed but his smile is not endless.

Stay in the school environment. All eyes were on Anya and Dery. How not, for years Dery taught there the new Anya who was piggybacked. All the students' eyes were staring at Anya cynically, but the happy Anya ignored the gaze. The smile still looks wide.

"Thank you, sir. Thanks a lot for the ride. If not the same Father maybe I am late to class," said the girl.

Dery took off his helmet, jacket and got off the bike. "No problem. Are you ready to get paid today?"

"Already dong," Anya replied confidently.

Smiling, Dery rubs Anya's bangs.

Please dong Sir. Don't make me big, inner Anya when looking and getting sweet treatment.

"Good luck, and prove it to me that the way I teach you is real." Then left Anya who was sculpting. The girl stupefied. I don't know what dream he had last night that Dery could pet. Although today his head got three times as much as it did not dampen happiness. Dery's final touch diverts his world.

Seemed to be spilled by various flowers, Fia smiled with a flat nose until the sound of an exclamation from behind shocked. Looks like three girls in her class came with unpleasant faces to look at.

Turning his eyes lazy, Anya also crossed. "Why did the meow gang come here?" slow down. He looked back at them as if they were ready to fight. Anya who has principles, does not tremble at all with her name in bully.

"Heh, New. How's the story you can be piggybacked by Mr Dery?" tanya Mila—shoulder-haired girl, short-bodied with fat around the waist. His tone was very discordant in Anya's ears.

"Whether it's a story, we're just bonfires no longer storytelling," Anya replied casually.

The Mila starts to get emotional, but Chika—the girl in pink bando with curly hair, prevents. He held down Mila's chest and smiled sinisterly at Anya.

"How dare you am I-we?" Chika chuckles cynically, then pushes Anya's shoulder sadistically. "In this school, transfer children are forbidden to doubt, you know?" continued.

Anya who had staggered returned the gaze towards Chika. His teeth even shook with clenched hands. Being humiliated like that made his blood rustle instantly.

"Why? Wanna volunteer? C'mon here. We're evadinin. I'd like to see, what bokap you are the businessman can fight bokap I'm the prosecutor?" chika said, sounding doubtful.

Anya was undaunted by anything. For him his father was the most honest man. So it is impossible to fear the name of a prosecutor or a lawyer. However ....

Inget, don't make trouble. Finding the problem is the same as cutting pocket money.

Instantly Anya's anger evaporated. Any threat will not work unless cut the pocket money. Get mental.

Anya decided to give up and not look for trouble. He relaxed his hands and forced him to smile. However, the three maggot-looking girls in front of him continued to advance until Anya was forced to rewind her steps. Not intimidated, just that he doesn't want to get in trouble anymore. The exam counts weeks.

"Why? Scared?" ask Chika. He who had leaned towards Anya pulled one side of his lips, then wanted to block Anya's arm. Luckily Anya quickly dodged and spontaneously called out Dery's name.

The three girls immediately stood up and looked back. Damn not finding anyone. Anya, meanwhile, was gone from their sight.

"Basar bengek's. Watch out for him," growled Chika.

***

The first subject, the second and subsequent subjects pass properly. Now it's time for Anya to do the remidial when all the students are home. The risk of repeating alone is that, so you have to follow the instructions of the teacher himself. Dery asked for a remidial when he came home from school not without cause. It doesn't seem fair to sacrifice hours of lessons for one student who repeats.

Anya who sat alone in the art room squeezed her fingers. He is ready with everything that exists. Desiring, will fill the answer as much as the brain can.

"Where is Anya, ready for her recovery?" asked Dery who, when he arrived, walked with some paper in hand.

"Already, Sir. I'm sure I can finish this time," Anya replied steadily with a wide smile. The lure of shopping vouchers from Litania became a booster.

"Alright, do twenty questions. I'll give you an hour from now" replied Dery, putting a sheet of questions and scribbled paper in front of Anya.

Minutes by minutes passed until the time was up for Anya to fill in the matter. His smile spread wide, with steady steps he came to Dery who was sitting at the front desk.

Welcoming the answer sheet, Deri pulled both of her lips slightly. "Well, your face looks happy. Are you sure of this answer? Are you sure it's real?" tanyakanya. Bluff.

Instead of being scared, Anya smiled. The look in his eyes implied confidence. He nodded and answered the question.

Dery mangosteen, his eyes focused on the paper while his right hand touched the chin which was overgrown with a little fine fur. He looked and examined Anya's answer carefully. A second later, smile a little. He noticed Anya's worried face.

"Where, sir? Am I finished?" ask Anya with a heart that dag-dig-dug not careless. Shopping voucher as much as the mother still looms.

One sec.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Anya was still waiting, she gulped repeatedly while looking at Dery seriously. He was still waiting for an answer until Dery nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

Of course a nod to Dery's slow head made the girl happy. Bak won the international award, he jumped for joy. It was only the fourth remedial.

"Can you give me value now sir?" ask Anya. He is ready with his cell phone in hand. Proof, yes ..he needs proof.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much." He did not stop smiling. The number ninety became his focal point.

Dery just smiled. As a teacher, he was happy. Hope the girl doesn't make it any more remedial. He stood up and held onto Anya's shoulder. "No need to thank me. You succeed because of your own efforts. But I wonder why with the simple question of this cake you can be remedial up to four times?

"Father ih. After upholding my time slammed into the earth. Very careful, "Anya's murmur. However, when he saw the number 90 he smiled again.

"Yes, you've only been twice. Lah you?"

"I don't know either, sir. The feeling of yesterday was difficult. Now how can it be easy?" ask Anya back. His forehead wiggling.

Whether intentionally or not, that line of questioning made Dery smile and ruffled his bangs. "That's basically you not learning. Now go home there. It's afternoon."

Again, Dery left after making Anya a heart gymnast. The usual touch he just gave made the new girl insyaf and steadied the heart to continue on the right path was stunned. Both lips are interested. His nose looked like a kembis held back so as not to scream. The vow. He got guidance today—additional pocket money from Vero, noticed Dery, passed remedial and ATM frozen already liquid.

What other world do you deny?

***

The twilight had come, Anya who had just returned from shopping was smiling happily, she was humming melodiously in the taxi.

While glancing at the bag paper arranged in the back seat, he also made up, if gini, I will continue to learn. Let's get good grades. Let the debit card you love me use again. Come on Anya, you can!

"Such a cake, Neng."

The driver who had seen Anya's expression finally asked as well. He smiled at Anya's behavior.

"Yes dong, sir," Anya replied. "I am happy because I finally got a reward. It was so sweet after the effort. It doesn't feel the same when I get it so easily."

"That's great, Neng. Neng had to go through the difficulty of a new process can feel the pleasure."

"Yes, Sir. Now that I understand," Anya replied.

However, a vehicle parked on the side of the road made his smile evaporate in the blink of an eye. He asked the driver to stop.

"His house is here?" ask the slightly fat driver with his head in the middle.

"not Sir. My house is at the end of this complex." He opened the seat belt. He looked at the driver again. "Mother can get my stuff there, right?" continued.

"It could be, Neng. But Neng believes that's the same thing as me?" ask the driver a little.

Anya nodded and smiled. He wrote down Lita's home address and gave the father a taxi fare and unhesitatingly approached several motorcycles parked irregularly by the road. One of them is the Dery motor.

His gut says something's wrong. He often passed this road when he came home and went to school. This road is deserted. Many houses are unfinished and some are abandoned.

Anya justifies her hair tie. His eyes looked around and there were only a few people who walked down that road. Carefully he pushed the fence. Walk quickly with eyes fixed scanning around. How shocked he was when he heard the sound of blows and ringing from behind the house. Soon he approached and found Dery curled up and two men dressed in black surrounded.

"Sir Dery!" yells. Eyes enlarge. She's shocked.

Everyone turned their heads, not least Dery who had been battered. With that energy running out he warned Anya. His hand bulldozed with the head following. He wants Anya to leave.

However, it is not Anya his name if it goes. He knew the code but kept coming. He approached Dery and broke through the big guys.

"What are you doing, Mr Dery?" he asked with a loud voice, his eyes were giddy, his hands even stretched out.

Instead of answering, one of the men there pulled the bag on Anya's back so Anya was interested. And without warning pushed the girl down.

"Go boy. Don't bother me," said the big man with the misty hair.

Anya snorts. "I'm not a kid! I'm Anya. I'm in third grade High School!" the screams don't take it.

"Then?" A large man holding a broken chair approached. He pushed again Anya until the girl sat down. "Go away. Don't interfere."

Sounds threatening, but Anya's not leaving. He saw Dery, the idol also seemed to tell him to leave. But Anya did not expect that. His eyes were watching the two large-bodied men surrounding Dery, he scanned them in turn.

"Please Mr. Dery first, then I go," said Anya, steady. His hands are clenched.

"How can we not?" reply another hairy man. He chuckles undercut.

Instead of answering, Anya looked around and found a rusty cutter on the ground.

"Why are you with that knife?" ask the gondrong again.

Anya did not answer. He simply tore off both sides of the gray skirt attached to the waist until the hot pant was seen. Dery's eyes widened, but the two thugs there were even wide-eyed.

"You're playing. Come onl. It'll make you a corner."