The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Litania is not an adult

Litania sat on the sofa. His eyes stared at the focus on the chocolate box that was no longer there. "Actually who sent this chocolate, anyway. How I got curious." Litania scratched her head. "Is that the bastard possible?"

Scrambling, Litania rested her back on the sofa. The brain again remembers how upset he was last night to be able to slam the burly body of the man who had become his idol.

"Gold, ngeselin. Moga aja ni brown open from him," murmured Litania. He put down his sleepy head while thinking about who Bian was. A foreign name but able to make it catapult. Afraid of ending up like Reno's obsessed with her.

However, for some reason Chandra's expression came to light when in pain. The suffering expression that made Litania carve a pony smile—like a madman. "Racaine. Mango good." Smiling obliquely, Litania was satisfied. He directed a glance at the wedding photos of those on the TV sideboard.

"Your pain is nothing compared to mine." Litania grumbled and forcibly closed the innocent picture frame. He was upset, really upset. It is not that he intends to repair the relationship the man even came late. "Basar old man evil. Watch out if you dare to make it again. I'm gonna cut him in the face with the shoes."

The door creaked, looking like the grandmother was carrying a lot of smiling stuff towards her. "Why do you look so late in the morning?"

Moving away from the sofa Litania again smiled a horse. He approached the grandmother who looked exhausted with a lot of luggage on hand. "here, Grandma. The stuff is here first. Let me take this inside."

Litania papah Sita's old body to sit on the sofa. He went into the kitchen and brought her a glass of water. "Mom, drink first."

Noticing the tired face of the grandmother, Litania felt something strange. Looks bulky water droplets out of the pores of Sita's forehead and lips that lose their hue. "Grandmother why? Sick? How's gini?"

Landing the back of the hand on the forehead of the grandmother, Mata Litania was suddenly bought. "Grandmother fever?!"

"Nothing. Don't you think why? Grandma's just carefree." Coughing, Sita covered her mouth with a handkerchief. The old woman who was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and toad pants looked imposing a smile. "So how's your relationship going with Chandra?"

Laying down on the sofa, Litania let out a long sigh. "There's no continuation, Grandma. I'm going to divorce."

"You sure?"

"Emb, I'm sure. This relationship is not healthy, Grandma. I'm males. If you go back, you can't cake anymore. I'm still young, Grandma. Why eat liver when out there are many who sell chicken breast even high quality beef."

Reviewing the bitter smile, Sita held onto Litania's hand. "In religion divorce is permissible but hated by God. Do you know the reason?"

Alarmingly, Litania looked closely at the tired face of the grandmother.

"Because the bond between husband and wife is strong. So strong that many fail to separate and end up referring. Mending now you clear your mind first. Don't be rash. Grandma loves you. Grandma is afraid you'll regret it later. Chandra's a good boy. From a good family. Ka—"

"Son, Grandma." Litania interrupted. He pointed his eyes out the window, there was a drop of water in the corner of his eye. Every time Chandra talks about why the red blobs in his chest act amazingly. Makes it tight and sick. And it ended crying.

"If he was a good man, he wouldn't have pregnant people's children. He hid it worse, Grandma. That's not a mistake anymore. But intentional guise of guilt, organized, planned, and punitive crimes for such a criminal must be punishable by life or death."

Litania spoke with emphasis until the hand that was held by Sita clenched firmly. The girl got up from the chair and stood by the window. She wiped her tears and said, "I can't trust her anymore, Grandma."

"But, Ndok—"

"grandmother." Litania snorting. He looked angrily at the old woman for a second and then turned his gaze back to the side yard of their house.

"It's not like that, Grandma just thought that you might forgive her. Grandma knew her nature from her small, polite son. Maybe it was just a mistake. And the guilty deserve to be sorry. Inget. No one here knows the ins and outs of us other than their families."

Again, Sita coughed. "You still can't think logically. So Grandma's afraid you'll be late. Especially this Jakarta. Granny's afraid you're missteps if Grandma doesn't exist."

Suddenly, Litania turned to look at the grandmother who was sitting. The last sentence that was able to make the dried Litania tears back glide. "Kok Grandma said that? Grandma is healthy. Must have been long-lived." Approaching the grandmother. Litania hugged him from the side.

Laugh for a moment Sita shook her head. "All the living must die, Ndok. And Grandma was worried about you yourself like a bigini.

"How do you think? I am very good, Nek. I'm an adult. I'm not a kid that has to have a guardian. I have a grandmother."

"Adult?" Again sita laughed humorously. "You're an adult, you can't sleep in people's cars. Good thing that took a good man last night. Try it evil."

Frowning, Litania's forehead formed several folds. "I mean Grandma?"

"Try you sip, how is the story you can get home?"

"I'll take a cab." Litania is confused. He looked more intensely at Sita's face.

"No, you got into people's cars. Then sleep there. Is that what you call an adult? Adults always think things through. There is no such thing as your cake. Fortunately he was good. Try having an ugly mind."

Litania. Again he was guilty and quibbled in this. First Reno, and now that guy. Am I a bit of a bitch? His inner.

"Udah, don't daydream. Mending now help Grandma cook, keep you antherin to the guy. To thank you."

****

Armed with a business card and a bushel in hand, Litania ventured into a three-story photo studio. The large building that presents it a lot of photos that make Litania amazed.

"Crazy. Very good photos."

Litania. He walked with unfocused eyes looking ahead until the impact on the body resuscitated him. He staggered and was lucky that a hand could pull him before touching the floor.

"Aren't you pa-pa?"

Stunned for a second, Litania began to regain consciousness that had floated due to the impact. Who'sisthis? His inner.

Raising her head, Litania rounded her eyes. An oriental-faced, high-statured adult man clad in a black leather jacket looked at him.

"Aren't you pa-pa?"