The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Dafan, Sisi, Anya.

Two minutes of silence went in vain. Dafan was silent while Sisi was still staring fixedly at the closed Love.

"How are you?" ask Dafan at last.

Sisi snorted then replied with an ambiguous smile. "Yes this is how I am," he said.

Dafan who initially sat upright ended up laying his back on the back of the sofa. His legs crossed with eyes focused forward—directed to Love lying on the bed—with a mind that has crossed the air.

"I salute you. You can give up Dafin. Isn't your relationship long enough?" ask Dafan again without looking at Sisi.

Sisi replied with a ruckus. He noticed Dafan sitting next to him. The man looked cool in a white coat wrapped around the body.

"Old relationships don't guarantee lasting, Fan," Sisi replied calmly.

"Yes yes .. I understand. The evidence is in plain sight so there is no way I can refute it either," Dafan replied with a chuckle.

Silent again, both of them struggled with their respective minds until Dafan finally cleared his throat. I really can't pretend much longer.

Glancing at Sisi who was still staring at Love, Dafan asked again, "Are you really okay? Do you really have no grudges or heartaches with Dafin or Fia?"

However, instead of answering Sisi took a deep breath and bowed. A second later, he raised his head. He looked at Dafan and smiled a little.

"Of course I'm okay. I am a human, not a robot. I was injured but unfortunately did not appear to be bleeding. I'm a girl, Fan. Which can be baper and synonymous with crying." Pause for a moment, Sisi also lay his back on the back of the sofa. He needs time to catch his breath and calm the heart that begins to act. His eyes returned to tears.

Dafan who saw that handed him his handkerchief. "wear. If you want to cry, cry. Don't hold it."

Instantly the cries of Sisi spilled. He actually used Dafan's handkerchief properly. From tears to water from the nose. He was still without caring whether Dafan was disgusted or not. For him tightness in the chest was really more agonizing.

"We dated for a long time. Although the relationship began with lies and covert intentions, but I lived it sincerely," said Sisi after issuing snot. "But I can't force a will either, Dafan. Love Dafin is gone. And that's because of me. I know his nature. She doesn't like being lied to the most, but I. Don't I look like I don't know myself and I'm looking to die?"

Now Sisi turned around and saw Dafan. No more shame, no more responsibility. Lagian Dafan himself said "don't be held" to her.

"If you are, what do you feel? Aren't you hurt? Do you want to take the girl again?" ask Sisi. He who can already arrange the heart to see the clingy Dafan sitting next to each other. Position is still the same—lean. The man looked tough.

But without Sisi imagining, Dafan sighed as well. Sounds more depressing. Desperate and frustrated, that's how it sounds in Sisi's ears.

"Of course I'm sad. But I have no reason to do that, Si. If he likes me, I'll fight to the point of blood loss, but the thing I want to fight for doesn't want me to do that." Dafan justifies the position. He sat up straight and returned a side glance. "It seems like the fate of our love is the same. We're both abandoned."

Sisi and Dafan both smiled. Not a happy smile but a smile full of sadness.

"Can you be sincere?" ask Sisi after getting tired of carving a smile that only lasts a few seconds. He sat back up straight. His eyes were staring blankly towards the front.

"Ikhla?" reset Dafan. He chuckles tastelessly. "Do you know what it means to be sincere?" ask Dafan back. He also justifies the position, just like Sisi.

"Ikhlas means to give up" replied the other side without turning his head.

"Then are you sure you can be sincere?" ask Dafan again.

The side fell silent for a moment and then hesitated. "What about you?" reply Sisi while glancing at Dafan. The man just kept quiet.

"All we can do now is sincere so as not to be too disappointed," continued Sisi again, as advised.

But a grin was formed on Dafan's face. "I don't think the word is right for us."

Dafan's statement just made Sisi's forehead frown. His eyebrows are linked indicating that they need further explanation.

"I've heard someone say that being sincere is a difficult thing. Only certain people understand and can realize what is sincere in their lives." Oral Dafan stopped. He looked at the side that looked confused. "And for our case more arguably coercion, coercion to accept reality. Frequent facing pain eventually gets us used to it. And I believe that. Honestly, I can't be honest. But I will try to swallow the bitter taste until the time comes I can accept the fact that Fia did not choose me."

The side was amazed. "I didn't think your love was too deep. But there is no saying that says, as long as the yellow janur has not meleng—"

"I don't want to hope anymore" said Dafan. "I love him, my love is sincere to him. But I dare not take the risk. If I'm stubborn, not only is Dafin hurt, but Fia and our parents."

Mangosteen side. "You gentleman. I salute."

Dafan again chuckled blandly. "But I'm not as tough as you. I'll be leaving in a few days. I want to continue my studies abroad. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I can say I want to run away. Maybe a few years away makes me accept the reality."

"Shall it be that extreme?" ask Sisi. His eyes glare. Didn't expect that Dafan would leave again when it had only been a year to set foot in the homeland.

"Yes, everything I thought was fine," Dafan replied without burden.

Shaking his head, Sisi then clucked. "Can't you think about it anymore? Can't you just continue here?" continued.

Now it was Dafan who shook his head. "I've been stuck. This is the best road. I also have to achieve the goals I have long desired."

The side of the mangosteen again, inwardly justifies the words of Dafan. Perhaps, the way to forget is to stay away. And when you get used to reality, maybe the pain is a little less. Accustomed to being forced, sounds sad.

"Yes, that's it." Standing up, Dafan extended his hand. "See you later" he said, then smiled.

Sisi welcomed, he stood up as well then returned Dafan's smile. "Hopefully successful, Fan. I hope we don't get heartbroken in the future."

Sisi's last hope made Dafan finally laugh. He pat Sisi's shoulder with one hand. "Success is also for you" he said and left.

Within a few steps, Dafan had disappeared from the room. Now stay with the side of Love that is being closed. He approached Love again and sat down next to her, holding the child's hand firmly. "May your life be like no brother. I hope you live with a lot of love. Same cake your name. Live with studded cin—"

But a loud noise from the door made Sisi aghast. He who could not finish the speech actually looked for the origin of the voice and found the figure of a man in a black coat covered up to him.

Silent side. He looked up and only realized after the man passed by and embraced Love without permission.

"M-i-miko?" Sisi was so stupefied as to not believe what he saw. Is that really Miko? The expressionless man he met this morning.

Miko stood up again and looked at the side. Sisi can see the worry in Miko's eyeballs. The 28-year-old man's eyes moved wildly. The fear is so obvious. "What's wrong with my son? What's up with love?"

The side that was in fact still in shock could only blink in wonder. He did not expect the figure of a man who was grumpy and visible fire beard in front of him is now Miko, the man of the wall.

Instead of explaining Sisi just gulped. He could not understand what was in front of his eyes. With quivering lips, she ventured to ask, "Miko, is she your child?"

Miko. He approached Love lying on the bed and looked at him closely. "Is he okay? Why didn't he wake up too? What exactly is going on?" repeat without turning your face. He is still faithful to see the pale face of the child just puppet.

"He's fine. Just need a break. Your child is tired and stressed. So fainted right in front of my house," Sisi explained.

Miko looks at Sisi and then looks back at Love. He kissed the little girl's hand and tidied up the messy bangs. "I'm sorry, Papa, honey. Sorry ...."

Lirih, Miko's voice sounded full of regret and Sisi who heard it got carried away by the current. He knows very well what it feels like. She had tears that dripped without permission and then approached Miko. Now they stand in line with Love as the focal point.

"Calm down, he's fine, he just needs a break."

Miko did not respond, she continued to look at Love even though the child was closed.

"It." The side thrusts the rectangular paper on Miko. Miko looked at it.

"What's this?" ask Miko

But Sisi did not answer. The curious Miko grabbed the paper and read it. Instantly he fell down and sat down. The wall man's shoulders were shaken. The side can only be astonished.

"He's looking for that address" Sisi continued. "He came alone."

Miko fell silent and had no intention of seeing Sisi or answering questions. He just stared at the child who was still asleep.

The side who felt his presence was not expected to decide to turn the heel—will go. However, just a step away, Miko called. The side ends back flipping itself. He looked at Miko's back from behind.

"Thank you for taking care of Love."

The side behind Miko was silent for a few seconds.

"It's all because of me. I am not looking after him. I'm negligent. At home she was accompanied only by a nanny." Miko's words paused, she was seen taking a deep breath. The side behind is still waiting for the continuation of the story.

"And this." Miko held up the hand holding the paper, "this is actually her old mother's address."

Her mom? repeat the inside of the heart. The one behind Miko doesn't understand. Isn't that the proper name of my wife? Why would he call his wife that? What's the matter? The monologue side again.

He blinked, inexplicably concerned for Miko and Love. Intentions want to express a question that just revolved in the mind, but urung asked for fear of being said to be nosy.

"Mother escaped. He left at the age of two years. And recently I told you the truth. Maybe he doesn't believe it's his own life" Miko explained. Desperate sighs sounded clear. The side that heard it was carried away by the feeling. He approached the man, patting him on the back twice.

"Patience. Single parents are not easy. I salute you. You want to fight alone." Sisi smiled bitterly. Her tears were dripping again. Miko who already knew Sisi's dark story stood up, pulling the girl's body into an embrace and patting her on the back. They strengthen each other even if they say nothing.

***

At the same time but different cities, Anya was in the hall with other students who were both in third grade. They were listening to the speech.

The atmosphere there was so wise and quiet. Only the sound of the headmaster who was passionate about telling stories and giving models on the podium. All eyes were on that man.

Anya is no exception, he who sits on the corner bench looks silenced. His eyes were fixed forward. Not listening but holding an unusually strong heartbeat. He was nervous, really. Today is the day later. Determination day. Will he be picked up and brought back to Jakarta or stay in Semarang and repeat the lesson?

Thinking that Anya shuddered. He really doesn't want to repeat. Not for fear of being left behind but for fear that Derry's invitation will be scorched. Imagine that Anya sighed softly.

Yes, Mr. Derry will wait. If he is disappointed to keep saying his offer expired, how?

Anya sighed in frustration after monologuing. He touched the phone screen and saw a portrait of Derry standing next to the white board. The photo he took secretly while Derry was still teaching.

Anya nodded again. He missed that figure. For two months they had not met and only communicated through cell phones. That was when Derry reminded me to learn.

Before long the phone that Anya held, vibrated. It turned out that the mother was sending a message. With the spirit of four five Anya opened it.

[Darling, how did it go? Pass no?]

Anya. He had to retaliate. [Yet, Bun. Still waiting.] send.

Message back in.

[If you pass, Mother and Father will ngabulin your request]

Anya's smile immediately rose. He quickly replied to the message. [Mother isn't lying, is it? What can I ask for?]

A message from Litania came back in. [Sure. You can do anything. The important thing is that you graduate. If not ..].

Anya was curious. Litania's message was interrupted in the middle. A second later, however, came back in.

[You don't graduate, you have to repeat at the same school. Package no, no bribe.] There was a knife emot afterwards.

Anya's hand instantly weakened. Pupus is hoping to be Derry's girlfriend if she doesn't graduate school.

Unexpectedly the figure who had just been in thought had already laid down on the left. Anya nodded and rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Where? Are you nervous?" ask the figure in a whisper.

Anya gaped, her eyes rounded, but a second later her smile came back. He pinched Derry's thigh. As if to make sure that what is seen is a real Derry and not a creature of imagination. A loud noise was heard. Some students glanced cynically.

"Sickness, New. Why am I pinched?" derry protest in a whisper. He rubbed his thighs and then snorted a little.

While Anya, just grin while scratching her head. "Sorry, Sir. Just wanted mastiin" she replied without guilt.

"Ck, is there anyone who wants mastiin but nyubit someone else?"

Anya back to smirking. He noticed Derry's handsome face. The face he last saw battered was now back handsome and made him unconsciously imagine the wild. Quickly he shook his head.

"Why?" ask Dery in astonishment.

Anya shook her head. It's wrong behavior too. The idol looks so sweet.

"Don't be depressed before seeing the test results, Nya," chirped Dery who suddenly made Anya's imagination disappear. He pouted and successfully made Dery chuckle softly. "Think of what else?"

Anya shook her head in a doldrums. "Sir Derry is here?" ask Anya without answering Derry's question just now.

"Why? Not seneng?" dery asked back, his face serious.

Anya's gasps shook her head, she smiled awkwardly then looked around. All the students' eyes were back on him. "It's not that, sir. I was just surprised."

Dery mangosteen. "Where, the results have not been announced?" whispered Dery again.

Anya nodded. "Sir Chief over the course of the speech. My ass was already sealed first," Anya whisked while moving her waist to the right-left. It feels like a bench ignited invisible fire—hot.

The question made Anya bow. The sighing became the end.

"Why, not PD?" ask Dery again.

Anya nodded lethargicly.

"Aren't you always learning?"

"Learn on learning, sir. But I doubt it."

"Why doubt?" ask Dery who's getting curious. "If actually learning can certainly fill in about, dong."

Anya did not answer. Dery was nervous. He saw the bowed-down girl next to him. "You're really learning, aren't you?" reload Dery ensure.

"Yes, sir. I've really learned."

"But why is your facial expression that?"

"Because all I can fill is about 40 percent about."

"Well, are the rest of you empty?" Dery's getting worried.

"Yes. My tins fill. But use TPOK science."

"POK?" reset Dery. His mind was immediately fixed on the flour.

Uh but it's tapioca, Derry's inner self refuted. He scratched his head, suddenly feeling like a fool. He couldn't bear to not ask, "What's wrong, T-POK?"

"The power of kepepet, sir. Alias itung buttons. Sometimes also in the cake ballot," Anya reply without burden.

"You're doing that?" ask Dery a little loudly. Again they get attention.

Anya nodded. "Well his name is also flat, sir."

Dery tepok jidat. He gawked but Anya's expression made him even more incredulous.

"I came all the way from Jakarta wanting to see the results of your efforts. I'm actually curious, but ...."

Dery's words were unresolved and were actually connected with a sigh.

"But I'm trying, sir. You didn't see my effort?" reply Anya while pursing lips.

Dery scratched the suddenly tense nape. He nodded and could only let out a long sigh while thinking, is there any hope for the girl next to him?

Seeing Dery looking ahead, Anya remembered the offer she had heard two months ago.

"Sir, Mr. Derry," call Anya.

Derry just cleared his throat. He was running out of words and energy.

"So serious about Mr Derry's words yesterday?" ask Anya.

"About what?"

"Challenge that," Anya replied ambiguously. His cheeks meet with fingers that are linked to each other. Derry saw him get so upset. He smiled and whispered, "Of course. Do I look like a liar? That's the main reason I came."

Anya says dead. He's really nervous. His heart is growing stronger. Besides being happy, he was also worried. What if the results still in the principal's hands were not satisfactory? Will Derry still like it?

"Where are you going?" derry asked as he looked at Anya who was already standing.

"I'm going to the toilet, sir."

Again, Derry smiled a little. His voice really made him always speechless. The beautiful but disorganized girl had stolen her heart when she first met. At that time Anya who was fighting with her mouth and was maintaining self-esteem looked cool in her eyes.

I don't know, what's that thing called love? Somewhat absurd and out of reason, but Dery can not deny the feeling, he can never remove the shadow of Anya from memory.

And shortly after that day they were reunited. The meeting that made Dery's heart frown. In silence he always watched his behavior. Sometimes a smile, sometimes anxious also with his behavior. But the girl's weakness in the lesson made her sad. She is determined to turn Anya into a smart and well-educated girl before inaugurating the relationship to a certain level.

Meanwhile outside the hall, Anya continued walking holding a thump in the chest. Her cheeks flushed with a smile that somehow could not escape. Always created without him knowing. His lips were always curled when he imagined Dery.

Ah .. so keinget Nara. How is he doing? Now I understand why he fought so much for Bang Dafan. Maybe this is how he feels. Blissfulness.

He continues to monologue. Sometimes I remember Dery, sometimes I think of Nara. Mixed and can not be described one-on-one.

However, without Anya noticing there were two girls following her from behind. A girl who's been after her for a long time but has no evidence to bully her. And today's been answered their suspicions—if Anya and Dery have a relationship.

Inside the toilet, the two saw Anya standing in front of the mirror.

"Chika, Mila why do you think I'm a cake?" ask Anya. He flips over and scans Chika's face which looks crimson. The girl who said she had a prosecutor's father intimidated Anya. But unfortunately Anya doesn't feel that way. He turned back and washed his hands.

"Don't look at me that way. By the way directly. What do you want?" ask her with a flat tone.

Instead of answering Chika instead gave the code to Mila. The fat and short-statured girl immediately blocked Anya's arm. Anya staggered, her back hit the wall.

"Hey what do you want?" ask Anya again who has gone up spaning. He saw Mila's face and Chika's with guts. "Don't fuck with me. No release!"

Chika grinned. He approached Anya and shook Anya's forehead. "It turns out you're playing back, you have a relationship with Mr Dery? Is it because of you that Mr. Dery stopped teaching?" chika asked, looking and sounding songong.

"If so, why?" Anya defiantly. Chins up. He was about to advance, but Mila got in the way. His back hit the wall.

"I warn you, stay away from Mr. Dery. He's my target." Chika's eyes glared as she said that.

But unfortunately again Anya was not afraid at all. The horse-drawn girl also grinned. "Oh yeah? What if I refuse?"

Chika growling. He lay his hands and grabbed Anya's hair. Anya who felt her cheeks hurt was not complaining at all. Even his eyes returned Chika's gaze no less cruel.

"Do you dare?" Chika chuckles again. "You ask to be gouged?" his bluff while planning will be striking Anya's eyes with the index and middle fingers.

But Anya who was already upset pushed Mila to the upside and mercilessly pounced on Chika's two fingers and turned it.

Chika grimaces. His finger was broken. "Release no! It hurts!"

Eran Chika sounded bitter. Unfortunately Anya was already upset. He continued to grip both fingers of Chika's hand until the finger squeezed backwards.

Mila approached, but Anya quickly slapped Mila with one hand and then without any cue to forcefully pull the collar of her shirt. Three buttons splattered and Mila's underwear appeared.

"Don't interfere!" hardik Anya's

Mila mudur's. He covered his exposed body.

Now Anya's eyes were on the grimacing Chika. His hand grip must have been very painful.

"Why? It hurt?"

Chika nodded. He grimaced again.

"That's why don't you dare be with me. All this time I've been in them doesn't mean I'm scared. I'm just males related to a lizard that's gonna make my life hard."

Anya let go of the grip. He chuckled a little and the fairy passed the two girls.

With a triumphant smile Anya headed back towards the hall. But his eyes were rounded when he saw all the students were jumping with excitement. Anya who was curious approached Dery.

"Where's the envelope?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

Dery speechless. He breathed heavily. "his. I hope you are strong."

Anya immediately flung, panicking. "I didn't pass, sir?" the canal.

Dery flinching. Anya quickly grabbed the paper and printed the writing passed there. His smile suddenly rose, but soon changed. Eyes squinted at Dery. "My uncle?''

Dery chuckles. "You passed all. 100 percent."

Anya immediately jumped in excitement. He took the phone out of his pocket and photographed the paper.

"So you want to continue kuli—"

Not yet had time to mention the word "well" Anya had run. He pranced with excitement while putting the phone to his ear.

Meanwhile, in Jakarta. Litania is agitated. He paced on the balcony of the house with his cell phone in his hand.

Chandra who happened to pass by came straight over. "Why? How nervous is that?'' tanyanya while laying down on the long sofa that is there.

"Again waiting for news from Anya. I wonder if our son graduated?"

Chandra who heard Litania's unrest was restless. He patted the long sofa that was next to him—as a code for Litania to approach.

Litania, according to her, lay down beside Chandra. Both were silent for a few seconds.

"We are resigned. We know his brain capacity. We also tried to make him pinter. But yes it is. The results have not been looked at."

Litania took a long breath. "I actually want us to spend our old age in peace. I want us to rest. But Anya ...."

Litania's breathing became longer. Chandra who heard him smiled and clasped Litania's hand tightly. "Trust me, our son is your duplicate."

"I mean I'm stupid, right?" Litania glanced at the sadist. Chandra chuckles amusedly at it.

"Kok laugh?" tanya Litania who is already in hulk— mode is ready to go berserk.

Chandra stopped her laughter. He then stared fixedly at Litania's wry face. "I mean. Even though his brain isn't as smart as a brother's, he's still our son. Good at taking care of yourself. So don't be discouraged, yeah."

"But the future?"

"Smart has not guaranteed a bright future. Maybe he has other skills besides lessons.'

"What? Stumped?"

Chandra's freak airs again. His wrinkled eyes narrowed with laughter. He was always amazed by his wife.

But a message notification made Litania stop looking at Chandra. She then saw the contents of the message and created a super sweet smile on the lips that had just nagged her husband.

"Why?" ask Chandra.

"Anya graduated, she graduated," replied Litania. The worry that had been haunting all along finally went away. The child has graduated. He even cried so much at her.

Not long after the phone vibrated. Her name is there. Soon Litania answered the call

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"What! You asked to marry!

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