The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Ask blessing.

Stepping steadily, that day also Anya wanted to go to the hotel where Derry's father worked. Five star hotels are famous all over the country. Because of his expertise in managing the company, Prakoso was named the most successful entrepreneur in the world of hospitality and restaurants.

"Where are you going?" ask Litania. He who had just come out of the room approached the youngest child who was already beautiful in a black dress without arms. Her long hair was beautifully cut.

"Well to go, Bun. There's a little business" he said, then kissed the back of Litania's hand.

"Well, I want to go again. Not that you just got home."

"Not long, really. Just a moment," Anya said again.

Litania. He led Anya to sit on the living room sofa. His astonished mother just remained silent.

"Mother wants to talk" said Litania. He looked serious but strangely reluctant to say more.

Again Anya just kept quiet and tried to find out by guessing. At a glance Nara's speech this afternoon flashed. She also smiled a little.

"What's the problem of Bang Dafan?" guess Anya.

Litania widened her eyes. "Kok you know?"

"Yes, Bun. I'll take Nara."

Litania. He held Anya's hand. "You don't think so. Even if you live in the millennial era but never forget religious norms and manners. Mother really can't talk. Your brother has made me ashamed of you."

"Aunty Kinar and Om Arjun are really angry, right?" ask Anya who started kepo.

"Bright angry really isn't. They're just disappointed. Obviously like Nara but why convoluted? We actually want to be besan. But I can't make a meaning. Your brother's really pissing doesn't want to be with Nara. But secretly disembarked as well."

Anya mangosteen. Justifying that word. The problem is that Dafan is insensitive to his own feelings.

The restless Litania again said, "So for the sake of mutual comfort and security, we decided that they should be engaged first. Dafan held on to his studies and Nara too."

Litania tightened the grip. Having a daughter is a huge trial. He looked at Anya with a hopeful look. "Mother hope you keep the good name of the family. You're a girl, her. Even though Mother likes to be angry, you do not mean Mother hates. Mother actually loves you more and does not want you out of bounds."

Anya returned the hand of Litania. He smiled, hoping that the turmoil that hit the Litania would disappear. "Mother is calm. Dery is not like that. We know the limits."

***

Anya who was already welcome secretary Prakoso was standing upright in front of the door. He stared at the black painted door with a pus. Strap bag sling he held strong. The mother's words and fears make her want to immediately clarify the relationship with Derry. And of course it should be able to tear down the sturdy walls between them. Prakoso, yes, that person must be conquered first.

"Say, what's wrong?" ask the old man—Prakoso Nasution— in a flat tone of voice.

"Can we talk for a second, Om?" pinta Anya is hopeful.

Prakoso exhaled a rough breath and looked irritated. With a heavy heart he took off the paper in hand and approached Anya. He invited the young girl to sit on the black sofa in the room

Crossing his legs, Prakoso stared at Anya with the look of an eagle's eyes. That girl, she memorized her habits. He hated Anya not without cause. Anya used to be a problem, everyone knows that the girl likes to make a mess. If not his family who are businessmen, it is certain he will not look at it even for a second.

But fate said another, the child who was so expected to be captivated by the girl. He had even used many ways to separate them, but it always didn't work. He decides to wait, waiting for Derry and Anya to get bored with each other and break up.

"Let's say, what do you want?" prakoso asked, looking arrogant.

"Om, I love Mas Derry. Can't you give us your blessing?" said Anya, to the point and full of steadiness.

Prakoso. "Don't dream. I don't like you" she said sarcastically.

"Om, please don't do this. I've tried Om. taku promise to be a good ghost. I've even done cooking, you know, Om. It will not make Om go to the hospital again," Anya pity.

Prakoso responds to Anya's request with just a squint of an eye. "If you were me, would you accept a girl as irregular as if you were a daughter-in-law?"

"Yes if the child is smiling why not," Anya replied like without burden. He knows Prakoso does not like to be denied, but still he does not want to lose.

"Please you!" Prakoso pressed his nape. Just met two minutes the girl could already make her blood rise. How could the girl be his son-in-law, he could die in a week.

"But, Om. We really love each other. Do you want to nimang grandson? It's old."

Prakoso. In his little heart he also wanted to see the heir grandson. It's just that it still doesn't accept if the mother of his granddaughter is Anya.

Prakoso. He stood up straight. "Go away. I have a lot of work" he said, then returned to the seat of pride.

Anya is out of words. It has been three years he did the same and again Prakoso's response remains the same— expelled without seeing his face.

Although her self-esteem was hurt, Anya still did not give up. He walked out of the room and grabbed his cell phone.

"Tonight we did plan B" he told someone across the phone.

***

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