The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Lita's Plan.

It feels strange but real. Litania only resigned when the brown-clad old woman hugged herself tightly.

Who are they really? Feelings, I don't know, huh. Litania turned to Chandra at a glance then focused her eyes on the woman who had just splashed at him. "Whose grandmother?"

Smiling clumsily, the woman called Litania 'grandmother' immediately touched her cheek. Looking lazily at Chandra who had trouble holding back a laugh. "Emang Mama looks like a granny, huh?" tanyakanya.

"Eh, no .. no, really. I don't mean that." Litania wavering, trying to pull the word. But for free, verbally already spoken. He just bowed. Feeling guilty about his mouth that can not be invited to lie even for good.

Grabbing Litania's hand, the woman returned a smile. "Udah, it's okay. I am very old. But because you don't have any grandchildren, it feels a little strange that someone calls you grandma" he explained. He hugged Litania and patted her on the back. Exhaling a sigh of relief then saying, "Bude didn't think you were this big. Though in the past still often run around asking to be bought in ice cream."

Litania's confused. He let go of that hug. "Actually who are you?"

"Yes, you forgot? I am your grandmother, you know. Lita, Bude Lita's. Who live not far from your house in Semarang."

Gawking. Litania tried to digest the explanation. A little trouble remembering the past. Wait a minute, Bude Lita, that means this old man ....

"Stay, Ma. Is that Litania?" Chandra spoke up. Observing the appearance of Litania from top to toe. Didn't expect that the nearby Litania was a child who used to always chase after her. The little boy who used to say he was going to be his wife. Chandra shudders. "You haven't changed. It's still ugly."

"Yes, this is that Litania. Who always said 'Bang Kocan, Bang Kocan carried Litan.' Not inget?"

Litania rolled her eyeballs, lazy. Considering how stupid he was. So crazy about Chandra.

Yes, it used to be funny Bang Kocan. Now mah, bangkotan. Litania is throbbing, considering past events.

"Udah, ah. Let's go in." Lita pulls Litania's hand. While Litania was confused, did not have time to refuse the invitation.

In the car.

Lita was incessantly chattering about how happy she was to meet Litania. Tells how he first met with Sita, Litania's grandmother who had been lost contact for ten years.

"How old are you now?"

"Seventeen years old, Bude. But another month it's eighteen."

Bearded, Lita stroked Litania's hair back. "Bude didn't expect, now you're growing up to be a beautiful woman." Grasping Litania's hand and then continuing, "Your grandmother said something, didn't she? About your future with Chandra."

Looking back, Chandra scrunched his forehead. "What's that, I don't know?"

"Stt, quiet! You know it's done. Do not interfere, let alone volunteer. Mama will curse you to be a monkey, will you!"

Lita stroking Litania's hair. "Where? You agree, don't you?"

Sterned, Litania did not answer. Only his eyeballs were moving wildly, while his hands were incessantly clutching his own knees.

That means the match. Ih, crazy. I don't want that bangkotan. Litania turned around, taking a quick glance at Chandra who only looked at the tip of her head.

"Hm, that ... that ...."

Changing the conversation, Chandra is tired of the babble of the mama who is so flattering Litania. "Why do you know I'm at the police station?"

Turning her gaze forward, Lita let out a sound of a sigh. She saw her son sitting next to the driver. "Mama went to the hotel. But they said you were raided by the police. Make shame. Mama's almost hanging, you know. Scared of scandal you bankrupt the company."

Chuckling crisply, Chandra just laughed at Lita's nagging. "Yes, no. Cook only because of the scandal of the company & bankrupt. It's my fault, Ma. It's one of the women next to Mama, playing in people's rooms," he said annoyed.

Looking back at Litania, Lita again carved a smile. "But it's okay if you have a scandal with Litania. I wish you had a relationship and gave me a grandchild."

Shaken, Litania and Chandra turned Lita with their eyes round. Making the old woman in her fifties laugh out loud. Successfully teasing a child is just a puppet and a future dear ghost. "Yes, yeah. Mama was just kidding," he said after muffling the laughter. A drop of water coming out of the end of the eye.

"Eh, but luckily Mama's seen Litania's picture. So Mama's emotions were initially buoyant, so melted rich in ice cream, sweet."

Litania smiled wryly. Don't know what to answer. Lita really made him awkward amazing.

Send them to the house of Sita. A simple house that has only two rooms. However, although simple, the house is so beautiful by standing upright mango trees in the yard. Not to mention flower plants arranged so neatly in hanging pots. Decorate the terrace which only provides two blue plastic chairs.

Wry-faced, Litania placed a tray of warm tea and a plate of fried yam on the table near Chandra laying down her back. "Now, eat."

Chandra shook his head. Look at the woman sitting next to him. "It's not polite, anyway. I'm a human. Not a cat," he said.

Developing a contrived smile, Litania again said, "Sorry, dear Lord Chandra. Please taste the food." Furious, Litania tried her hardest to quell the anger that has not been stretched since last night.

"Well, that's dong." Chandra started sipping tea and tasting the fried yams that Litania provided.

Silent, both of them were busy with their phones. Litania is heavily promoting merchandise. Chandra, meanwhile, looks at the financial statements sent by his secretary.

"Ce ile, compact very." Lita and Sita disperse the activities of both.

Litania was made clumsy again. Scratching the head without dandruff. "Would you like to go home, Bude?" tanyanya, divert the conversation.

"Yes, it's about malem get ready, yeah. Bude, Chandra's dad wants to be here again."

Standing up, Chandra increasingly did not understand the direction of the mother's conversation. "What does this mean, Ma. Why come here again?"

Clucking, Lita's got a chest. "You are this, yes. Just old age. But his oon's not curled up. I'll see you in the car."

Eventually, the two guests left. Leaving Litania who was still confused how to reject the proposal. He hugged the old grandmother's body. Exhaling a breath that felt tight in his chest. "Grandmother, I don't want to marry young .." she said.

While in the car, Lita explains her plan. Convincing Chandra to want to follow the wishes he had long been waiting for - to be in-laws and not long to carry grandchildren.

"So, I can't. I'm not getting married yet, Ma."

"Why can't you?" Lita glares.

"He .. he was a kid. I don't want to, Ma. I'll be considered a pedophile." When she arrived, Chandra held her hand quickly. "Catalin, yes."

Lita pulled her hand. Wipe your face towards the window. Seeing the raindrops that seemed to wet the earth drop by drop. "Son, Mama won't. If you want to cancel, that's up. But before the abortive. Anterin Mama went to the nursing home. Free to have children but not to care. You throw away Mama. Don't take care of Mama anymore."

Chandra pulled her hair. Back in the car seat. He's frustrated. How could he end up marrying a teenager who is not even eighteen yet? Plus, the mother sulked at him.

Silent, the atmosphere in the car became quiet after that brief debate. Lita chooses silence. Chandra, close his eyes. Finding a solution to his problem.

But not for long. The silence changed again. Chandra grabbed her vibrating phone. Attach the black flattened item to the ear.

"What! Say it again."