The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Disgusted wife.

Litania, Chandra and Chandra's parents are in a hotel restaurant. They wrapped around a round table that had served various breakfasts on it. Starting from sandwiches, fried rice and even fruit salads. All neat and beautiful, appetizing.

"Later you live in an apartment in Pondok Kelapa, yes. My mom is ready for everything. From here you can go directly there," said Lita. Seriously speaking but still unable to hide his happiness. Her red lips had been unceasingly expanding ever since seeing the newlyweds arrive with tangled faces. Litania's eyes were puffy, while Chandra hit her waist several times.

Chandra nodded, while Litania still enjoyed the bread with chocolate jam and a sprinkling of cheese inside.

"And you Litania, sorry, your honeymoon to Bali we postpone first. Because Chandra has to solve the riots he caused in the company," said Lita again.

"Yes, Ma."

The atmosphere was quiet again, they enjoyed breakfast without much noise. Only the sound of the clang of the spoon hitting the plate that mediates their silence. But suddenly Lita spoke. His curiosity was increasingly mountainous to see the motion of the child's daughter-in-law's movements. It hit Bram's feet and then coded with a blink of an eye.

"Ekhem."

The old man's demented voice finally broke their silence - Chandra and Litania. He put down a handkerchief after wiping his lips. "How was your first night?"

Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!

Choking at the same time. Litania and Chandra immediately grabbed a glass of water that was not far from them. Forcibly lowering food stuck in the throat. Trying to catch your breath to get back to normal. It was amazing, the words of Bram who suddenly made the face of his son and daughter-in-law reddened, there was even a trace of water at the end of his eyes.

"What the hell, Pa?" Chandra protested after normalizing a stuffy nose of fried rice.

Smiling silently, Lita chimed in on her husband's words, "All right, don't pretend to be that innocent, ah. Mama's sure, it's hot, right?"

"Mrs ...." Chandra rubbed his face, riled. He lyrics a glimpse of Litania who had lowered her head with red cheeks. Chandra believes that the woman next to him must have been misbehaved by her parents' absurd question.

Ignoring the words and gaze of the child who contained protests, Lita even more intensely tempting. He looked at Litania who was bowing her head.

"Mama's real, right? The proof is that your eyes are so swollen," said Lita, then looked at Chandra who was holding a glass. "How many rounds?"

"Ma ...."

****

On the way to Sita's house. Chandra drives his Avanza through the city. According to Litania's orders, who asked to be escorted there.

Having this is really troublesome. Exhaling a rough breath, Chandra channeled his annoyance by repeatedly hitting the steering wheel of the car. At this hour he would sit comfortably behind the desk. But look now, he has to drive Litania through the capital's severe traffic jam.

While Litania, she was so engrossed in playing with the device in hand. Ignoring Chandra's clear expression was displeased with his orders. But, how else? Orderan is still an order. Which must be delivered so that buyers are not disappointed.

"It has to be, huh?"

Chandra spoke for the first time after half an hour in the car. Looking at Litania's sparkling eyes looking at the phone screen, leaving a sense of annoyance in her chest. He was inflamed, Litania even looked happy. Irritating! Rutuk Chandra's.

Nodding quickly, the horse-drawn girl in a nude knee-length dress was still focused on looking at her phone. While fingers, curling. Reply to incoming messages. He did not expect, after his marriage with Chandra was highlighted by the media, the trade was selling well. Lots of orders coming. It turns out there was good luck also married to him. Om-om jutek, Inner Litania.

"Clear, dong. This is a windfall, and a windfall cannot be denied. Pamali." Smiling delightedly, Litania began to stare at the surly Chandra. "This is a punishment for you. Punishment because last night took a chance in narrowness, it's good to play a hug. I'm not a roll."

Basic Om-Om pervert. His blood rippled back. He narrowed his eyes, cornered Chandra who was glancing at him.

"Have a chance to recriminate. That's not me, yeah. The first nyosor is you. Not bad?" Pausing with a slanted smile, Chandra continued, "Sleeping is already rich in karate. Look at this, because you my precious waist bone is hurting. Where to snore again. You should be responsible. Entar to the apartment, pijitin. My body feels crumpled because you kicked it," Chandra murmured. He's pissed. Bagun slept hearing Litania screaming loudly near his ears. Worse still, the girl forcefully pushed her body with her legs. Female body but male energy. God fucking.

"Yes, massage by yourself. I never snore, though. You're wrong with that." Litania fixed the position. Back to the phone screen. Hiding a throbbing face. Chandra's words really embarrassed him. The man in the blue sea shirt was very good at mocking him. The hell time I snore?

****

Stay at the house of Sita. The modest house where Litania grew up.

"Where's your grandmother?" Chandra said as he opened the seat belt and circulated the view. Astonished, did not find the figure of an old woman who was more friendly and graceful than the mama who was flippant in saying.

Litania looked at her watch. "Grandmothers are still selling vegetables in the market. But I told you I'd be here."

"Home lock?"

"So, I have a backup."

It didn't take long, Litania came out with staggered steps. He carried a fairly large bag of crackles, containing stock of clothes from resellers. Pretty heavy, because there are a hundred strands of plain t-shirts in it.

"Woi, help, dong!" shouted Litania who had just descended from the stairs.

Throwing cigarette butts on the ground, the man in a climatic layer who was on the hood of the car showed dislike. For the umpteenth time he was ruled by Litania, let alone the words of Litania far from polite. Thankfully, no one else was there. What happens when someone hears the words of his wicked wife?

You son of the devil. I have to get this kid to be polite.

Grunting, Chandra approached Litania who seemed to be carrying her innate. An evil thought suddenly flashed through his mind, making him smile slanted and then approached the girl.

"Why did he. Please ... heavy, here!"

However, instead of taking the item in Litania's hand, Chandra instead struck the girl firmly on the forehead with her four knuckles.

Rasainic. Chandra smiles smirk.

While the hit is of course only complaining, can not fight because the hand is still holding the innate.

"Apaan, it hurts. This KDRT is called, "litania murmur. His eyes were flushed with his jaw already hardened. For the second time his forehead was subjected to violence.

Welcoming the item Litania was holding, Chandra was seen smiling full of satisfaction. "Eat him, by the way that's polite. I'm your husband. Sixteen years old."

"Then what should I call you? Ayang, bebeb, my love, my sweet, my husband, or my greatest brother?" Litania said full of aggravation. Chandra's punch left a good feeling of heat on his forehead.

"Abang, enough brother. No protest," Chandra said with a full affirmation in an outgoing word. He pulled slightly both ends of his lips, there was satisfaction in seeing Litania's expression. The girl gawked, willing to refute but hunting was forbidden.

Basic men are non-conceived. Ah, what aces, anyway!