The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Car juicer.

Well, you don't accept it when it's over.

ok fine. I'm mengarin. Pliase ... Klian hrus stay until the end of the month, gimna? the deal?

Because as an author in addition to having responsibilities, I also have targets.

Nih for the beginning I love the sweet-sweet. Heheh actually visually there in Ig. For those of you who do not have Ig, also gpp.

it's a Dafin visual. 👇👇

Dafan 👇👇

Fia. 👇👇

Sides. 👇👇

Anya👇👇

Kevin's.👇👇

Nara's. 👇👇

follow Ig I also dong.

@Riharigawajixjoe

***

"Where are you? On the phone from earlier could not. Still on the plane?"

"Bang, don't forget. Sign Justin Bieber."

"Awas. Don't say not to ask. I roll again this red carpet that has been named Mother."

"Bang, sneak home ...."

Hearing Anya's rant made Dafan who was wearing the earpod smile a little. So many voice messages that the girl sent. When I heard it, I missed my home and family more.

"Den Dafan! Here!" suleiman. The driver is struggling. Dafan who had just walked out of the airport approached the middle-aged man.

"here, Den. The suitcase let me carry it," asked Sulaiman politely. Dafan also agreed. He let Sulaiman carry one of his suitcases.

"Where are the houseboys, Mang?" tanya Dafan while teaching Sulaiman.

"Thank God, Den. Everything healthy. Everyone is waiting for Den Dafan at home."

Dafan responded with a lip review. He lyrics the watch and then stops the pace. Sulaiman who saw him followed stopped.

"What's up, Den? Is there an oblivion?" asked Sulaiman, astonished.

"There's nothing, Mang. Oiya, where's the car parked?"

Dafan, who did not recognize his family's car, asked, "Where is Mang? How invisible?"

"That's it, Den. The color is gray," continued Sulaiman while pointing to Lamborghini Aventador SVJ Roadster Grigio Telesto.

Dafan gaped as his eyes turned to the car Sulaiman pointed at. A luxury sports car that only circulates 900 units around the world is plastered in plain sight. He glanced in amazement.

"Sulaiman used it here?" tanya Dafan almost shouted.

Sulaiman just nodded. "That's actually Den Dafin's car. He told me to bring the car to pick up Den Dafan. He said let Den Dafan continue to be moved no longer," said Sulaiman without adding or reducing the word Dafin. "The car came a week ago" Sulaiman continued.

Sighs long. Dafan had no idea what kind of turmoil was in his chest. One side he was moved, one side was also sad. Since Fia's presence among them, they did not communicate properly. Dafan bowed for a while and then returned to see Sulaiman.

Again a smile formed on his lips. "Can I just take the car? Mamang came home in a taxi, it's okay, right?"

Sulaiman was unmoved, he seemed to be thinking. However, Dafan had not yet given an answer, and had already snatched the suitcase from Sulaiman's hand. "I have a need. Just tell the others I'm gone for a minute."

"But, Den ...."

Sulaiman looked doubtful. But Dafan again gave a smile, as if not a big thing.

"Trust me, Mang. I just went away. Later before dinner I make sure I'm home."

"But the Madam is waiting, Den."

"It's okay. It's also still daytime. I miss jakarta, Mang. I want to see what progress our city has made in the three years I've been away."

"But ...."

Not yet finished Sulaiman's speech, Dafan had already left with his hands waving. He just kept walking towards the parking lot.

Stay near the car. Dafan stuffed the suitcase into the trunk and sat behind the wheel. He was amazed for a moment before finally pressing the phone again to listen to the babble of the sister who had become a student. Slowly, the car came out of the parking lot.

"Happy birthday Bang Dafan. Happy aging. Hmm. .. did not expect my brother who this tile has been 29 years. It turned out tuir. Ha-ha-ha ...."

The sound of laughter made Dafan miss Anya even more. His obnoxiousness and spoiled behavior made him anxious. Though if remembered, his sister often cause problems. I don't know for what reason, every time he got upset, as fast as lightning he would forget.

"Bang, don't be late. People are waiting. This is our family event. It's not funny if the firstborn isn't present."

Dafan's smile disappeared. Yes, he is conscious. Tonight besides the night of joyous addition of age. There's lara who's gonna say hello. In the main house of their family there will definitely be Fia.

Imagining that Dafan became restless. He was afraid of going crazy. He fears that three years of forgotten will return. He did not want his hard work to be in vain.

Fan, it's not good to avoid for too long. When you hide. You better face the object that makes you hurt. You must have been used to it for a long time. If you run away, the cure will also be old.

The words of Litania two months ago during a visit to America floated in the mind. Honest words are allowed in the heart. He is trying hard to forget by learning and following any activities that he thinks can distract. Success is, but there is still less. Deep down still holds the name Fia.

Go home, Mother feels three years is enough for you to reconcile your heart and accept reality. Now heal your heart by facing reality. Celebrate your birthday and attend Dafin's wedding. He is still your brother. You're twin brothers. And the girl inevitably had to be considered a sister-in-law.

Dafan let out a long breath. Again it justifies the word Litania. That's what makes him desperate to go home even though in his heart doubted whether three years of evasion can guarantee he will calm down.

Chaotic thoughts made him unconsciously hit a Ferrari 448 Pista Rosso Corsa car in front. A bright red luxury car stopped at a red light. Automatic noise from both cars was deafening.

Dafin. While enduring the pain in his nape and forehead he tried to get out of the car. But the figure of the driver of the sports car he just hit made him stunned, gawking with a little gaping. He even rubbed his eyes as if he wanted to be sure, is what he saw now real?

A girl he hadn't seen in a long time. The figure of the girl he deliberately cut so deep.

"N-nara, b-how b-can he be here? N-Don't Anya say she went to college in England?"

So surprised Dafan even stammered in words. He can not digest let alone Nara who looks elegant—continues to be pink sleeveless with long hair curl terger— is banging on his car door with rough. Dafan gulped with big round eyes.

"Woi! Out no! Woi's responsibility!" hardik Nara's. The girl looked annoyed at the rear bumper of her car which was already shuffled. He was seen hissing and banged on Dafan's car door again.

"Woi! Out no. If I don't break this glass of your car. Want to!"