The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Batman's Trap.

"If you feel the same way Ferry does?" continued Anya.

Nara let out a soft breath and said, "I'm happy to be near her. He is our friend, after all. But when it comes to feelings .. it seems like Dafan is superior."

Anya sighed, her smile was created a little. He knew that his best friend was being hit by gegana— restless, upset and languished.

"So what should I do, huh?" asked Nara who looked desperate. He's shredding his juice.

"Well, if so, you can't hide anymore. You must marry Bang Dafan but before that you must refuse Ferry. I don't want to have a polyandry brother-in-law."

Suddenly Nara spouted the juice that had just entered the mouth. He clucked while wiping his lips. "You think I'm a girl with no morals? How is the story polyandry that one Dafan person has represented all the men on this earth," said Nara while fantasizing unclear. He smiled snail—shame-shame.

Anya who saw that started to sneer, "Start deh bucin. Yesterday I did not want to talk about Dafan. E. .. now even adored. Labile you're Fergusso." Then sprinkle the remaining juice attached to the straw.

Nara smiled. He inhaled the avocado juice again and then looked seriously Anya. "But the problem is Ferry. I know he's sincere, and that's what I can't bear to turn him down."

"Well. Don't tell me you want real polyandry. I'm not going to get married to you" Anya replied.

Nara again grinned. "Yes that's not it, Him. You never get into my position. Mentioned it is a gift and a calamity."

"Yes yes. Indirectly you are low to rise. Fuckin."

"But that's not it, Him. I can't bear to tell Ferry that I'll be engaged to Dafan in a week" elak Nara.

"Leave said it anyway, Don't bother. Tell me you still love Dafan. Tell me you want us to stay calm. Yes, that's it. Not much of a thought. The more you think you are getting dizzy. Life has only two choices. You go back, lose or win, stay or go. Everything must be continuous. So don't be discouraged. Just admit what you want. Anyway yes, when it comes to something half-and-half is not good. I assure you, Dafan and Ferry will not be happy. Doubt will only make three people suffer," Anya said, then smiled a little because she heard her own words. Suddenly he felt he had turned into Mario Teguh. Super once.

"Yes, I know, but how do you turn him down, Nya?" nara Whine.

Anya who was angry also clucked. He sprinkled the juice back on Nara's face. "Yes, that's what I said. Tell him everything is the same. I believe Ferry, he's not a crafty guy, really. I believe we've been together a long time."

"Hmm is that?" Nara mangosteen. Although not sure he will do as Anya suggested. Honest with his own feelings and rejecting Ferry.

"Yes, deh. It's still afternoon so you better call Ferry. Invite him to meet and continue to reveal what has happened," Anya suggested.

Nara nodded again. Anya stood up and put on her bergliter sling bag and patted Nara on the shoulder. "Good luck yes. I'm going home. Tired all day in the kitchen," he said then went out of the restaurant.

"Well, where are you going?" shout Nara. "Don't want me anther? You don't have a car."

Without turning around, Anya flicked her hand. And it takes time to think anyway.

In a wide step, Anya suddenly fretted. Not because Nara will be his sister-in-law, but the plan he has arranged to marry Derry will fall apart. Plan already arranged. He needs a Ferry in that plan. However, after finding out about the love triangle that hit his two best friends, there is no way he forced one of them to participate.

"Crazy, how should I try? Who should I ask for help?" muttered Anya in step. He kicked a can on the street and accidentally saw two people he knew were making out in a cafe. Smiles are created unconsciously. Anya felt God gave her a way to escape the problem at hand. He rushed into the cafe and approached the lovebirds who were looking with happy smiling lips.

"Well, it's exciting, huh. BTW, what are you guys talking about?" ask Anya while sitting on a chair without being invited first.

The two humans immediately coughed. Both of them sprayed drinks that had just been slurped.

"His," call the two almost at the same time. They're Shock.

"Yes, I'm Anya. I guess you guys don't remember me. Oh yeah, Damar, did you find the keys to your bike?" anya asked while looking at the man. A second later he stared at the woman named Monica. A woman who is so cool says she has a relationship with Damar. But in fact the girl herself who has a forbidden relationship. Even more so behind Lyra, her own best friend. Ckck!

Suddenly Anya wanted to laugh evilly. I don't know, he just feels funny. Feeling like a scapegoat because of the play done by Damar and Monica.

Squinting her eyes, Anya asked again, "Did Lyra know this behavior of yours?" Straight, to the point. Right on target.

Suddenly both faces paled. Monica who yesterday had a fierce face is now softened drastically. Like a starving cat, he welds with longing eyes. Holding Anya's hand.

"Please .. don't tell Lyra I could die" Monica said.

Anya's left hand was reached by Damar. "Yes, please help us. You're kind. Time does not help. I'm just as uncomfortable as Lyra. I'm happy with Monik, is it wrong that I mutusin Lyra and be the same Monik?"

Anya brushed off the hands of the two and then crossed. "Wrong," he said firmly. "Wrong because you brought me. You should be playing smart and don't involve me in this ridiculous play of yours."

Anya's eyes are fixed on Damar who looks cool with a denim jacket. Unfortunately, he was still a coward in his eyes. "If you don't love Lyra, you're honest. Don't play behind the back."

"Udah, New. But it's hard to get rid of him. He doesn't want to break up" Damar said.

Monica nodded, as if she agreed to that word.

"Whatever, that's none of my business. But you're wrong."

Anya then pulled out the phone, scrolling the flat object screen and then put it into the ear.

"Hi, Ra. How are you doing? Oiya, you where se—"

Not yet finished Anya's speech, Damar first grabbed his phone, then turned off. He looks trembling.

"His, please .. please, please ... really, you don't tell Lyra that they've broken up anyway" said Monica, who also appeared frightened.

"Yes, Yes," said Damar. "I'll do whatever it is you don't tell Lyra."

Anya grinned, grabbed her phone from Damar's grasp and put it back in the bag. He looked at Damar and Monica in turn. The ambiguous smile was clearly created.

"What can you do?" Anya reset.

Damar glanced at Monica and then looked back at Anya. Somehow a sweet smile Anya made her hair bristled. Like dealing with a demon. However, for fear of being discovered by Lyra, he and Monica nodded simultaneously.

"Yes, we can do anything as long as you do not leak this problem" said Damar.

"alright. I happen to need people too. I need both of you" Anya replied. The smile looked horrible.

Like don't forget.