The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

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Arriving in front of the apartment, Dery who was still confused by Anya's facial expression could only remain silent. Unlike usual, Anya who is always chatty and careless chattering ria suddenly silent a thousand languages. I heard a long breath from his mouth.

"What do you want to drink?" dery asked after letting Anya into his apartment.

Anya quiet. Gontai he walked towards the sofa then leaned lethargic. A long sigh became proof of how restless he was this time.

"No need, Mas. I'm not thirsty" he said, sounding uninspired.

The curious Dery immersed himself in a long sofa in red and black. He tidied up Anya's messy hair by tucking it behind his ears. "You why the hell? Try the story."

Dery asked meekly. But Anya did not answer. His mind was still on Shireen. Will Dery be tempted to that girl like Jimmy?

"Mas Dery ...." Anya called lirih. There was a sound of unrest in his tone, his facial expression could be said to be so serious.

"Hm ...." Dery stared fixedly. "Why? What's the Shireen problem?" guess carefully.

Anya was silent, and that silence made Dery a little worried and understood. It must be unmistakable, the problem is Shireen. He held Anya's hand over his thigh. "Him, you don't think of the macems, do you? We promise to believe. We've had many trials in these three years. Are you still in doubt? I'm sincere, His. I wouldn't be tempted by another woman, let alone Shireen."

Beards were lethargic, Anya let out a long breath and returned Dery's hand. Their eyes sat next to each other in a sitting position. "Yes, I know. Dery wouldn't be that cake. But Mas, just keep it. I'm female. Who doesn't stress over his girlfriend being alone with the actor?"

"But I'm not the kind of guy who wavers easily. So don't say it either" replied Dery.

Anya's eyes blinked. A smile was also slightly drawn. He hugged Dery. But Dery who felt his sticky body suddenly pushed and released the hug.

"Why? Don't want me to hug? Don't say ...." Anya's eyes instantly narrowed sharply.

"Don't think bad first," replied Dery while pinching Anya's cheek. "I haven't had a shower. So it must stink."

Like a child, Anya shook her head with bulging cheeks like a pufferfish. He hugged Dery again from the side. "Mas Dery doesn't smell, really. The smell of the body is still okay. It can still be neutralized as well as my nose. Because the combination of terasi and rendang jengkol that you eat makes you look more like a native Indonesian," he said while grinning.

"What time?" Dery who heard the praise but was a bit ugly was spontaneously standing, then raised his right left hand while kissing his own shirt. "What's the kiss when I eat pete?" ask again with a confused face.

Anya. Dery who understands being played is just snorting. He pinched again Anya's cheeks until the sound of laughter turned into a ringing in the blink of an eye.

"Mas. Mas Pain. Pashal ...." Anya whining. Dery who could not bear to release the pinch.

"No card?" dery asked, his eyes glaring.

Anya. He nodded while rubbing his cheeks. "I'm just kidding, Mom. It was taken seriously."

"Where not serious? Your face is that cake" murmured Dery. He left Anya and went to bed. "If you want to drink, make your own, Him. I'm gonna take a shower first. After bathing later I anter you go home," he continued with a fixed position back.

Anya nodded again. He approached Dery and hugged the man's body from behind. "Him, don't gini."

Anya tightens the embrace. He should have said happy news about the blessing of the family. However, the presence of Shireen destroyed everything.

"Mas. We're serious about me?" tanya with the same position—hugging from behind.

"Of course" said Dery.

"You don't think I'm a kid, do you?" ask Anya again.

"certainly not. You are an adult. Our age difference is only seven years. So I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Why why?"

"If that's my plea, Mas. I'm ready to be your wife. Mother already ngerestuin. He can marry me to you."

Dery's eyes were wide open. His smile was created no less big. He turned back and grabbed Anya's shoulder.

"Are you serious?" tanyanya enthusiastic. "They really love blessing?"

Anya nodded. His smile also expands. "Yes, Mas. I'm serious."

Dery hugged Anya. It feels so happy. Finally, one obstacle by one they can pass. But uninvited, the father's face flashed and made the smile evaporate like the wind. He let go of the hug.

"But, Yes ...."

Anya held Dery's hand and formed an ambiguous smile on her lips. "I'm ready. I'm ready to be your wife and of course ready to take your papa."

"You sure?"

Anya nodded. "I have an idea."

***

At the same time. Dafan who was tired of driving around in the car decided to go home. Hours around the traffic jam made him forget the unrest and feel tired. Yes, the reality of challenging how jammed the capital made him forget about Fia. He needs a pillow. Need rest.

However, when passing through the crossroads, eyes accidentally saw a woman walking staggered and followed by several men with lush bodies. The figure he knew well, Nara. Yes ....

He pulled the car over. "That's .. it's Nara. Why her?" Dafan. "Is he not drunk?" continued again.