The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Strategies.

In the afternoon, Nara who was on her way home got a call from Anya. Her best friend invited her to meet at one of the five-star restaurants that happened to be where Anya worked.

Although tired, Nara also agreed because she also needed enlightenment, about her heart that began to waver since the presence of Dafan. Right now who understood only Anya. Although sometimes it does not provide a solution, but still, after talking to Anya the feeling that initially rolled tangled and complicated slowly decomposed.

Gegas Nara turned the wheel and headed towards the restaurant. After struggling with the capital's severe congestion, he arrived and chose to sit by a glass window. Choosing aloof at the corner of the restaurant with eyes looking to the side—watch the people passing by.

"Sorry, long time."

The voice suddenly made Nara turn her head and found Anya already grinning while sitting on a chair. They're facing each other.

"Tell me a twilight," the original Nara snorted as she rolled her eyeballs.

"Yes, sorry." Anya again grinned. He who was wearing the assistant chef uniform sat opposite Nara. Her hair is neatly wrapped. Looks so sweet and for a 21-year-old girl.

"What the hell are you, Him? You are the one who met but the one who is late," Nara's murmur who still holds a grudge.

"And I'm sorry. How's si?" reply Anya did not lose the sewot.

"Well, why encourage you?" Nara's eyes glared.

Anya who realized the tension between them also softened her heart. He put both hands together by putting on a beautiful face. "Udah yes. Don't upset. I'm sorry. Dalem is busy, Ra. So yes, you are giving up on nothing. Wong's only half an hour."

Nara just shook her head—malas argued with Anya. His eyes were attracted to something on the plate on the table.

Anya who realized where Nara's eyeballs were headed, smiled slightly. The left lip is attracted.

"Why? Drooling?" anya seduces while pushing and pulling the semifreddo that is in the plate.

Nara nodded. "They're good, Him."

He smiled triumphantly. Nara's anger is gone because of the dessert she brought.

"He ate," he bargained and pushed the plate.

Without a lot of words and reason, Nara enjoys. It does need something beautiful in the eyes and delicious on the tongue. Perfect fit with the dessert Anya gave.

"Where? Yummy?" ask Anya enthusiastically. Hands were even folded on the table with fingers interlaced. His eyes sparkled to see Nara enjoying the cake he made.

Nara simply nodded and continued to scoop the soft and light cake into her mouth.

"Have you met Bang Dafan?" ask Anya again. A topic that instantly made Nara's appetite disappear. Nara sipped water near her hands and wiped her mouth. Tightly he looked at Anya, a second later looked down lethargic and let out a long sigh.

"Yesterday afternoon he asked for you. Nanyain is all about you" Anya explained again.

"What did you answer then?"

Nara began to wonder. Even though he had forgotten about Dafan, he still could not pretend to be okay. The pain caused by the love of monkeys turned out to be a huge effect, beating the size of the gorilla. That's how Nara thought.

Anya shakes her shoulders. "Yes, I answered everything. It is also free to lie. He'll know that too."

"Masa? Not because he has your weaknesses?" Nara's eyes narrowed after saying that.

Anya nodded, she returned grinning because Nara's accusations were true. Justin Bieber's signature threatened he did not get if he went against orders.

"Yes already. I've been too, too" replied Nara lethargic.

Silent. Nara again took the spoon, but not to enjoy the dish but just cut it into pieces. As if describing the contents of a heart that is chaotic and chaotic.

"He's jealous. He's nanyain Ferry," Anya said again. His eyes narrowed even more, wanting to investigate Nara's expression.

Nara raised her head. "Can't you?" tanyakanya.

"Squeaky. I should have been the one to you. You're the same Ferry why is he so acutely suspicious?"

Nara fell silent— tried to remember—and the charade as if genjrot with Ferry also suddenly passed. Now he is the one who changed the grin while scratching the nape.

"Are you really dating?" search Anya with eye slits.

"Who?" ask Nara. Anya's question was ambiguous in the ear.

"Yes you are the same Ferry, oncom," Anya said, a little growling.

"Yes no," replied Nara full of steadiness.

Anya mangosteen. "But why not just go out? Ferry baek, loh. He's a real man. No man can stand us. Unless he's doing it."

Nara hissing. He threw a wad of tissue at Anya. "We? You've only been a time."

Anya nodded and nodded back. As if to justify the sarcastic remark and not at all offended.

"Why not go out?" repeat Anya again after muffling laughter.

Nara smiled to herself after imagining Ferry.

"Well. Think what is that?" Anya Syndir. "Definitely perverted thinking, right? Come on, ngaku."

Nara snorts. He throws a tissue at Anya. "I haven't thought, Mya. Still enjoying yourself," he explained.

"Don't be traumatized, dong. Loss. You're beautiful, rich, superior and pinter. Loss on being a spinster."

"Damn." Nara hissing. His eyes narrowed at Anya. "Enak aja kalo by the way. Who wants to be a spinster."

"Yes kirain." Anya again shrugged her shoulders. "I was just thinking, do you still hold a feeling for Bang Dafan?" ask Anya again.

Nara fell silent. He took a deep breath and leaned on his tired back, then stared softly at Anya.

"Please. Don't talk about it again can you? I don't want to talk about this. Not necessarily Dafan thinks of me. You know, he just thinks I'm a little sister, which means it's the same way he thinks I'm your cake."

Anya nodded her head. "Yes, if that's so then Ferry. Pretty good. It's old like you've never been dating."

Silence, Nara did not say. His eyes were fixed out the window with a hollow mind.

"If you think about it Ferry was handsome, rich people's children too. So your inheritance will not run out of seven derivatives," the proposal that again got a plot from Nara.

"Don't talk about that. I'm dizzy. The tasks on campus have been stacked you add again with this cake. So males," Nara murmured. His eyes then looked closely at Anya. "Oh yes. You were the one who made sure I met. But why do I ask the story?"

Anya grinned, she looked around the restaurant which was indeed quite crowded today. "I want to talk."

"Yeah, Maemunah's spit .." growled Nara with slightly curly lips.

Anya again grinned. He drew his face closer and whispered, "I want to get married. Mother same father already ngerestuin I'm with Dery."

"Really?" nara asked almost hysterically. His eyes glared with his mouth slightly gaping. He blinked. "Are you serious? You're not pregnant, are you?"

An annoyed Anya immediately threw a tissue. "You think I'm the chilli that the seneng is hovered on?" tanya Anya metaphorically.

"You too want to be married, but I also have limits. What do you think Derry's a jerk?" Pause for a moment, Anya took a deep breath. "No, Ra. He's a good man, yes, even if sometimes nyosor first," he continued, with a small smile.

Nara is soundless. He's a beard, got it.

"I salute him. Even though he is a businessman and always mantengin stock cycle, but he still does not want to nanem illegal stock in my womb," continued Anya again. He explained with pride.

Nara grinned, but a second later began to moody and then let out a long sigh. There is no denying envy towards Anya.

"Yes, congratulations on that. But by the way, you're gonna be able to get Dery's papa?" nara asked, a little enthusiastic.

Now Anya is moody. He shook his head slowly and made Nara laugh.

"You're funny. I thought you had the blessing of both sides. Uh, just one doang, how the hell? That's not necessarily a marriage."

Again, Anya throws a tissue at Nara. "What are you doing, right? I should love my spirit so that I can bring his heart to Dery's petrified, frozen papa from prehistoric times."

Nara's laughter returned to the air. He saw Anya who was grumbling. In many women may be the toughest enemy is their mother-in-law, while facing Anya is a father-in-law who is arguably chatty, fierce and assertive. Triple difficult.

"Yes, I'm doain. How then?" ask Nara.

"Actually I have a plan, but need your help" Anya said.

"Help?" reset Nara.

"Hmm yes, help. But before launching a plan to Dery's papa, I should be able to get rid of the bastard's ganglot first."

"Jenglot?" nara scratched her head. "Shireen means?" he continued a little loud.

Anya nodded. "Yes, Shireen. You don't know if he's back in Jakarta?"

Nara shook her head. "Yes, not in ladenian. Let alone. You guys have no relationship anymore. Let's go with Jimmy. You're happy with Derry."

Anya grew even more upset, her blood rippled as she discussed Shiren. "The thing is he came to me I kept making barter. Said he wanted Derry to keep telling Jimmy to me again."

"Well, crazy, the jenglot girl. It needs to be beaten up. The mouth has no morals at all. Free to go to college high but his heart is not in school, "nara said. He even stood up so furious.

Anya mangosteen, her eyes imply steadiness. He looked at Nara again. "I need you to get revenge."

Nara sat back down. He excitedly listened to the four five. "Of course, I'm gonna look at his face, too. Sockiness." Nara even leaned in. "Then what should I help you with?"

"Reunite our school tomorrow night, right?" ask Anya.

Nara nodded.

"Yes, wait for a warning from me. All ajakin Ferry," Anya said in response to an ambiguous smile and thumb by Nara.