The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Rania.

Throwing a suit towards the sofa, Chandra was angry when he saw the mother who put on an ordinary face. He was upset, the mother even asked for something that made Litania impossible to forgive him. Polygamy? Crazy, his mother was completely beyond belief.

Laying down on the sofa, Lita looked calm when she saw the frustrated face of her son. "Why? Want angry? Wanna protest?"

Closing her eyes, Chandra tried her hardest rather insolent heart. He sat down and faced his mother's relaxed face. "Why do you say honey, anyway. That wasn't the right time, Ma. I have marriage intentions again. Mama may have thought strangely rich earlier. Now, what? Litania hated me even more, Ma ...."

Chandra said quietly, but was clearly muffling furiously. His hands had even clenched so tightly that there was no more color of blood in his palms. "Now everything's getting messy. It's getting harder to persuade Litania."

"Well, why wrong Mama. The wrong one is you. You are looking for disease. Why don't you ever tell me a problem this big. If you say from the beginning, this match will not continue. Mama Sita's friendship will also not be chaotic like this. It's all because of you. You're not honest."

Rubbing his back violently, Chandra looks difficult to muffle upset. He even snorted at the flat face of the mother. "Yes, we should have discussed that first. I'm the same Rania it's nothing, Ma. it's a mistake."

Twisting his eyeballs lazily, Lita showed dislike for the words of her irresponsible son. "Error? What a mistake that makes a weak woman like Rania suffer. Do you know how shocked Mama was when she came to see Mama? Mama's almost hanging, Chandra. The girl was crying. He asked for status for his son."

"Ah, come on, Ma. I'm dizzy. I'm going to go."

Carrying a sense of annoyance, Chandra also left the mother who was no less upset. There is no clear conversation about who is right or wrong. Because everything happens without knowing the origin.

****

Sitting in a corner of the nightclub, Chandra vents annoyance with alcohol on hand.

Glassful.

Two glasses.

Three glasses.

Up to five glasses, he drank alcoholic beverages without breaking. His throat was getting hot, he did not care. He kept downing beer only to forget about the increasingly thorny problem when he thought. "Litan, how do you understand? I've never been a traitor, honey. It's just the past."

Again, Chandra pours the contents of the bottle into the glass. Drink it with one gulp. "Mania ...." Lirih, Chandra's voice sounded full of guilt. He had a heavy head with his arms. So that no one would notice her sadness. Even the usual sturdy and stocky shoulders, now seemed to tremble. Indicates he was sobbing in the noise of the nightclub. "Sorry ...."

Seconds later. Fleece Litania's surprised expression. The rejection and expulsion that Litania presented because the mother alluded to polygamy. Ah, I think he wants to scream. Shedding the added frustration inherent in yourself. Not to mention the plain faces of Candira and Rania.

Oh God. Why be runyam like this, his mind.

Chandra holds his head with one hand. Pour a glass of beer and go back. "Crazy. What do I have to do now?"

Before long, a hand touched Chandra's shoulder. "Why lo? Galau?"

Sounds underestimated. The figure smiled obliquely looking at Chandra's disheveled appearance. Like a man who hasn't had a bath in a month. Tousled clothes and fine hair have begun to grow in the jaw area as well as the chin.

"I really do have the fate of Lo. Died bini when the marriage was only two months," continued the person.

Clucked. Chandra ignored that figure. The figure of the man he knew well—Irwan. Friends who have not known since when they came from Semarang. The man in the leather jacket was sitting next to him. "Did you come here?" ketus Chandra's.

"What holiday? It's all because of Elo. I tried not to follow your orders. My house won't mix this cake." Snorting, Chandra took out a cigarette and ignited the fire. Sucking it in, hoping the nicotine contained in that breathable tobacco can calm down. "If I hadn't met Rania, none of this would have happened" he continued.

"Well, I was wrong. I used to ask Elo for Rania. Not wik-wik with him?" Irwan doesn't want to lose. He who came to want to entertain was blamed. "What's worse is elo. Could-can keep a big secret kek gini. There are no secrets in this world, man. All will be exposed. Either now or later."

Irwan pauses oral. He took Chandra's cigarette and ignited the fire, sucked it deep and began to slowly exhale it. "How did you meet Rania. It wasn't that he was lost that night. We've been tracking it for months, you know. But I don't know if it's a girl."

Exhaling a heavy breath. Chandra gulped back his drink. "Yes, I was surprised too. Tu women say that. Well, I think the problem is stark. We do it unconsciously. So equally guilty. But when I went to America. I met him. He's pathetic, Wan. He's a rich bum over there. And I also just found out that she was dumped by her family because she was pregnant with my flesh and blood."

"Well, why don't you get married?" Curious, Irwan to turn his body and face Chandra. Look closely at the expression of his friend.

"Udah, I want responsibility. But he doesn't want to. He said he didn't want to marry someone he didn't love. Well, I think the same. But still, he I take care of. I met all her needs until she gave birth. Even now I love him whatever he wants. I did everything, Wan. Trying to be responsible."

Still with curious feelings. Irwan again raised the question, "Well, why is he here now? Isn't she getting married?"

"Well, that's me confused too. Before I got married to Litan, I went to America. But Rania had a discussion about the status of marriage or children. We're really rich strangers, Wan. Nothing special." Chandra pauses oral. His gaze stared at the visitor who was dancing, but his mind clearly wandered out of nowhere.

Chandra suddenly remembered Litania's babble about the child. Serious chatter that almost made his secret exposed. "Well can you help me?"

Nodding steadily, Irwan stared confidently. "What? I must have helped."

"Try on investigating Leo. I suspect people. He is rich looking for a gap to shift my position. And it's like it has something to do with him." Chandra growling. He held a small glass in his hand and a few seconds later rubbed it violently on the table. "Well, if he proves he's the mastermind. I made him feel good because I had upset the peace of my life."

"Sip. I must have helped. If we need matches, then. Let's know the taste." Irwan smiled cynically. Discussing a crafty person made his blood rustle a little. "Keep, now what do you want?"

"Gue wants to take care of the internal matter."

Frowning, Irwan's forehead formed several folds. "What?"

"Litanian. Doain me, yeah."

Clucking, Irwan threw the pea skin on the table into Chandra's face. "Yes, take care of the eighteen-year-old son who is rich enough to want war."

"Yes yes. You don't know how stubborn he is and how powerful his punch is. My bones are almost broken."

****

Leaning back in the front seat, Litania let out a long breath. The words of the mother-in-law made him quite unsettled. Words that made him reluctant to get closed and ended up sitting on the front porch.

Rippling, Litania's blood rose again to the crown. It was clear how her mother-in-law's calm expression was when she said about polygamy.

"Cute? Crazy, who wants to be combined? He thought I didn't know what, the honey in the household was already rich in poison. Basic selfish." Litania muttering. He turned his eyes back to the night sky. Staring at the thick of the world with the net that has returned to glaze. "Geez, why am I crying again, anyway."

Slowly wipe away the shed tears. Again Litania's eyes made a surprise. A black sedan car entered the yard. A woman he knew came out of there. "He ...."