The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Surprise

The fight scene we skipped yes. Hehehe

"Slow down, Him."

Dery grimaced as the cotton that was given a red liquid touched the skin. He even closed his eyes so grim that the former punch and kick of the two men earlier. Anya who helped treat the wound was upset as well, she patted Dery's back who was not wearing clothes.

"Mother can't be found first, sir? If most of the movement will be difficult to do it," Anya scolded from behind. Even so he remained painstakingly treating the wounds that so many—from the back to the waist.

"Yes, yeah. But slowly," replied Dery, resigned.

Now Anya moved, facing Dery who was sitting upright holding the pain in the body. The white teacher looked blue. Many bruises were piled up here and there so subconsciously Anya let out a long sigh. Dashed is his hope. He used to want to see a sixpack stomach that people said resembled torn bread, but now he even saw torn bread that was like covered with mushrooms.

"Is there anything I need to do again, sir?" ask Anya.

"Nothing. I think enough. The rest later I'm just a medicine," replied Dery while taking a shirt and putting it again into the body.

Anya sighed, then looked at Dery's face full of bruises and wounds.

"Who are they, sir? How could you turn your father to such a kayak?" cecar Anya's.

Actually, he was curious, but never asked because Dery looked in pain. Now he can no longer hold the sense of the kepo that stirs the mind.

Staring sharply at Dery who was still grimacing, Anya began to speculate. "Minjem money's father is just as loan shark, huh? Can't keep paying for it to get busted?"

Dery who had leaned back on the sofa snorted, "Yes, don't. Why do I pay money?"

His pride as a teacher was slightly hurt due to Anya's accusations.

"Because? They who? Why didn't you just call the police?" cecar Anya again. He was very nervous because he did not get an answer.

Dery who was inserting ice cubes into the compress bag also let out a heavy sigh. He lyrics Anya at a glance then closed his eyes again for a second. "Of course, don't discuss. I know them. They're my parents' man."

"Who is?" Anya was dumbfounded, her eyes blinked and looked at Dery's astonishment which was being closed with his hands still compressing the temples and eyes.

"Serious father? Your parents who have a fancy restaurant in Jakarta, right, yes?" continued.

Nodding, Dery took a mirror and focused on compressing the swollen face. While Anya blinked, it was still inexhaustible how could the old man be so cruel?

Again his brain that is not how smart was back to speculate. He looked at Dery again, now without blinking. Is it okay, Mr. Dery wants to be mated forcibly so that the family business is more advanced? Or, is it possible that he's a pick-up boy? Or maybe he's the son of an affair?

"Why are you thinking about my cake, anyway? Never seen a man's wounds get beaten? Uh but it's not possible, you're just really good at people's thump," said Dery, a little sarcastic. However, he did see how Anya defeated two of her parents' men. The young girl in front of him was so agile. He even shuddered to remember the fight this afternoon, but a second later smiled slightly.

Anya who looked at Dery so wrong behavior. He held her cheek and then glanced. "The eyes of the Father, too, why see my cake so? Never seen a fight?"

Dery immediately cleared his throat. He looked down and drank the water in front.

"Yes, sir. I'm just wondering, how come there's such an old man? It's called the KDRT, it can be reported to the police."

"Do you want to go to jail for your own parents?" asked Dery, he looked grimace when shrugging his shoulders because he tried to relax stiff muscles.

Anya immediately silenced, how is it possible to imprison her father and mother when they give so much affection even though they sometimes look assertive. "Yes different dong, sir. My loving parents" he replied.

Dery smiled again, he ruffled Anya's bangs. He was angry with that girl all day.

Relying again on his back, Dery exhaled a long breath. "Every child has his or her own views about parents. They also have their own tolerance limits. So don't equate you with me."

"But, sir," Anya argued, which is still stirring. But restrained as Dery flicked his hand in front of his eyes.

"Udah. Don't talk about it again can't you? It's my personal business."

Anya was instantly manyuned. "As for you, deh," Anya said a little disappointed.

Stubborn base, fortunately dear, continued Anya in the heart.

For some reason after saying such a ketus Dery's eyes accidentally saw Aya's gray skirt being torn. Anya's smooth white thighs also look live without censorship. Nervous, he turned his face in the other direction and took off the cloth on the table.

"Well, yeah ...."

Not yet Anya finish the word, Dery also interjected, "So you why can be reckless like that? You know, that was dangerous. You made me almost hang you know?"

Anya. He just understood why his thighs were covered by a tablecloth. Suddenly he was ashamed.

"But I'm okay, sir. Really."

Anya spread her hands, as if wanting Dery to notice. He wanted to make sure he was okay. Unfortunately, Dery turned his face in the other direction.

Anya's upset. He's sinking. "Originally you know, I have martial arts. Yes although not very high but most can not save themselves plus beat people who do not know themselves."

"Don't be arrogant. That was you were just lucky. Tomorrow don't be like that again, Him. Danger, you're a girl so don't be a hero."

"So you're angry with me?" reply Anya. He who was still cross-legged looked at a sour face. "It's not that since SD we were taught that being helped should be thank you, huh?"

Taking a deep breath, Dery confirmed. He looked at Anya. "Thank you, thank you for helping me. But I hope tomorrow you don't feel that dangerous anymore. What if you get hurt?"

Hearing the attention sentence from Dery made Anya's anger slightly subside. He took the compress cloth from Dery's hand and then compressed it into the bruised part. Their eyes sat for a long time.

Dery again turned his eyes away and laid his pained back on the back of the sofa. His eyes were sad, he saw the chandelier in the living room.

"He, like from tomorrow you learn by yourself," said Dery slowly.

"What's the matter, sir? Where are you going? If I only teach at other schools I can wait. Starting at eight is okay, too."

Dery justifies the position. He could see the anger on his student's face. "I want to go to Jakarta. I want to solve family problems, so sorry, can't I give you more tutoring?"

"Well Mr. Dery ...." Anya bowed and then sighed. Though if Dery who teaches he feels quite understanding. Contrary to the reverse if what is explained is Livia and other tutors. I don't know, he feels different, either because it's because of the love for Dery or maybe the situation of Lita's house that does not support him.

"But I hope you are studying hard. Inget, your future is still far away. Don't be recalcitrant. Don't fight the cake. Would you like to be dropped out of school again?'' ask Dery. He who still sees the head shoots Anya smiled.

While Anya who lowered her head suddenly had difficulty swallowing saliva. He trembled. How did Deri know that he was expelled when everyone found out that he was just transferring schools?

Dare to be afraid, Anya lifted her head and stared fixedly at Dery's bruised face.

"Of course you know. Must be the problem because you fought with Jimi, didn't you?"

Anya looked down again. "G ... Mr. Dery knows what it looks like."

Lirih, Anya's voice was so slow. He is ashamed, ashamed of Dery and ashamed of the past.

"I thought, surely the edges are so. Jimi's parents were influential people in your old school. So there's no way he'll let you go. But you're lucky, others know you're just moving. So reflect. Don't repeat it."

Silence, Anya still lowered her head. Sad to hear that you probably won't see Dery at school. However, he is already determined, will study hard in order to become the pride of parents. After all, Dery is just his idol, the motivation to always move forward.

Slowly lift the heavy head. Their eyes again shared a look. "alright, Sir. No problem. Solve your problems and then come back here. I wait. I'm happy that you're teaching."

Dery smile. "alright. It's already night. You better go home. Livia's going to go home with her mother. They misunderstood."

Exhaling a long breath, Anya nodded. He got up from the sofa with a tablecloth still wrapped around his waist. However, just a step past the door Dery called out to him from behind.

Anya turned herself. "What's up, sir. You need anything else?" he asked, sounding a little lethargic. He was disappointed to be away from his idol.

But instead of answering, Dery smiled, looking very sweet tonight. Is it because we are going to separate? inner Anya. He's still staring fixedly.

"Why silence, sir?"

Deri. He ruffled again Anya's head. "Learn the diligent. Just think about the lesson. If you have graduated, please think of me and consider me as a man and not a teacher."

****

Jakarta

At the same time Dafin was driving his sports car across the city streets with a happy feeling. The smile does not disappear from the face because there is a woman worship. He continued to hold the girl's hands possessively, as if afraid of loss.

"Where are we actually going?" ask Fia who still wears the work uniform.

Dafin took a quick glance at Fia and then pulled both ends of his lips. "I told you, secret."

Fia was upset, she pulled her hand from Dafin's grasp. "Her secret feeling is mellow from the morning," he replied with pursed lips, his eyes dry lazily. I really don't understand what Dafin's head is. The man says love but why should there be a secret. He became even more suspicious of what Dafin mentioned as the secret.

"In a moment, let's just get there, really. So just hold on to your anger. Not very patient, anyway."

Fia frowned, she crossed her chest and turned her face the other way. It felt very strange, usually he would obey Dafin. Doing whatever he wanted made him tired or angry. But today .. ah no, precisely yesterday Dafin always applies sweetly to him. He felt strange and proud at the same time. It seemed like the arrogant Dafin was already stuck in his love. The aroma of bucin is also sniffed. Fia smiled shyly, can she feel happy?

"Well, now we're here."

Dafin's speech broke Fia's daydream. He immediately scanned around and realized that he was in an elite housing complex. His forehead frowned, only this time did he come there.

"Where is this? Whose house is this? Why are we even here?" ask Fia, astonishment.

How not, he had accompanied Dafin for a long time but never once knew the chapter of the house there. Dafin never even discussed the house. Fia doesn't understand. He thought he knew the ins and outs of Dafin, but .. Again Dafin looked suspicious in Fia's eyes.

Glancing at Dafin who was opening his seatbelt, Fia repeated the question, Whose house is this? Client house?" scabbed again.

However, instead of answering Dafin even brought the face closer. Fia reflex holding her breath. Dafin's face was so close to her. Only three centimeters away.

"Why what?" Fia is groggy. "Don't macem-macem" he continued with glaring eyes. He pushed Dafin's chest.

While Dafin who saw Fia's nervousness immediately chuckled. He removed the seatbelt that was coiled around the girl's waist. "What are you thinking? Don't tell me to kiss."

Fia's cheeks stiffened, feeling like she was a dirty-minded person. Without answering, he left Dafin. Dafin laughed again. Success teases Fia.

"Come in, the surprise is inside" Dafin said.

Fia who was already curious immediately stepped up without even arguing. Although in the mind of so many questions he continued to step up to be right in front of the big door and the height of the house. Fia push that door. He stepped slowly and said hello.

However, he saw a scene that made his heart seem to stop beating. A couple of people were sitting in the living room. The two people who made Fia step forward quickly. The two people were smiling in welcome with their hands stretched out.

"Mother ... when did you arrive? Why did you come here?" ask Fia. Now his eyes were fixed on the skinny man with gray hair almost covering the kepla. "Mr. .. Are you here too?" his pox then kissed the backs of his parents' hands in turn.

"Sorry, sorry if it's sudden. This is Mr. Dafin's request," Marina said.

Fia turned her head, with teary eyes she stared at the cynical Dafin that was behind, but a second later smiled. He hugged his mother again.

"Fia kangen Ma'am. Mom how are you? Healthy, right?" asked Fia while leading her mother to sit back.

"Thank God, Fia. Good mom, how are you? Healthy too, right?"

Fia nodded, she was speechless, a sense of happiness assaulted the chest. He hadn't been home for a long time and missed his parents. Who would have thought now that longing was cured, and it was all because of Dafin.

Dafin who was standing behind cleared his throat. He approached the Fia family. "If so I stay, Father, Mother. You chat, think of it as your own home," said Dafin then turned his heels and left them.

"Are you good boss, Fia?" edi asked as Dafin's back was gone by the door.

Fia nodded. He wiped his tears. "Yes sir, he is good. It's really good."

Edi is also a mangosteen. He looked at the boy who was hugging his wife.

"Continue, Fi. Mom wants to tell you something important."

Fia let go of a hug. He looked at his parents closely.

"Something that matters?" Fia started to dig. "What is it, sir," continued Fia again.

"Actually Kevin came to propose to you yesterday."

"Applying?" fia's repeating can't believe it. "Kevin proposed to me!" he continued in a loud voice.

Fidgety, Fia face adhering to the faces of her parents alternately. He held the hand of his mother who looked astonished.

"So my father answered what? You didn't accept the proposal, did you?"