The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Throttling.

Brakhs!

Arjun who was bare-chested in his room was shocked. He looked for the origin of the loud noise and found the bully was already standing in the doorway of the room. The figure that made Arjun's once bright feeling darkened in the blink of an eye.

Kinar, that strange girl barged in without notice, let alone knock, said no greetings. Now even breezed into Arjun's room with a smile that returned to perverted mode. He approached Arjun who was standing in front of a mirror. His eyes that had fogged desire narrowed slightly. How not? The man was naked chested. The view is of course a pity if wasted.

Scanning Arjun's burly back without blinking, Kinar is impassive, crazy. I feel like .. ah, my mind is suddenly Traveloka. Anyway I should be able to make him fall in love with me.

Kinar smiled cunningly. "Arjun, your body is good. I can't stand it, I'm gurgling about the caresses" she said.

This crazy woman is back. Arjun. He ignored Kinar's gaze and put on an ordinary face. Some days to know the girl herself has been accustomed to verbal abuse and gaze that. The woman wanted to be his wife.

Laying down on the side of the bed, Kinar still stared at Arjun without blinking. Seeing how athletic Arjun's body makes naughty fantasies take over the brain. Seemed to get a pile of gold, Kinar did not want to miss the item for a second.

"Arjun, we marry, yuk."

Arjun snorted, hearing the proposal that somehow has not upset him again. His ears were immune and only thought of it as a past wind.

"Arjun, I really want to be your wife. The time you don't want. I try less. I'm beautiful, I'm young, my skin is clean, I'm cute and again. The only child is puppet again. Are you really not interested in me?"

"Son," said Arjun without looking, "some of you can't if you enter the house knock on the door first. You are not polite. You are a girl. You should be able to take care of your self-esteem. So women have no shame, anyway. Even put to shame."

Arjun's tone of voice had already begun to rise. The face of Kinar that was caught in the mirror made his sense of regret rise slowly.

"Why should I be ashamed? We'll soon be official."

Dengkulmu. Arjun snorted again. "Why come here? We returned to Jakarta that afternoon. Back there to Vika's house."

Kinar. "No, ah. I'm males in there." Kinar splashed his body with arms that stretched wide.

Arjun flipped over and looked at the girl with an astonished look. I wonder what species this is?

"There's a deserted. There is no you my heart is empty, it feels like my world has no color. Black, gray, gray, just not really, really."

"Yes, I forgot. You're walking rainbow" chirped Arjun while looking closely at the appearance of Kinar who was no less excited than before. Knee-length black skirt with blazer top in bright red. While the interior of the blazer is a body fitting t-shirt with a color that is not less wau, dark purple. Not only that, the hair that was blond yesterday has now turned gray. I swear, Arjun is ashamed to see it. Had it not been for the job, he would have left the woman by the side of the road.

"You're so, anyway. Even though you said I was a walking rainbow. But still my presence is always in later, you know. Rainbows are identical to angels."

Ck, angel of paint spillage. Damn, tell him I'll never win.

"As far as you are, deh. Mending you go home to Vika's."

Kinar pouted, really dislike the house with Vika— Arjun's cousin whose house is quite far from there. "I'm here, huh? I will not disturb you. I'll be diem, promise."

Exhaling heavily, Arjun flicked his right hand as the lazy code argued. "Just as you are."

Kinar smiled, after a few days of being near Arjun he felt he got a little green light. That guy wasn't that big of me. The outside does look cute, but in fact quite chatty.

Kinar circulated his gaze, scanning the entire contents of Arjun's room the first time he entered. So neat for men's sizes. Books are arranged in a closet, the bed is clean, there is almost no gap. There's no reason for Kinar not to like it.

However, Kinar's eyes suddenly stopped on a photo on the nightstand. Portrait of Arjun standing next to an old woman wearing a white kebaya as well as a shawl. The wrinkled woman that Kinar guessed was Arjun's mother.

Grabbing the picture frame, Kinar stroked and then looked at Arjun who was wearing clothes. "Arjun, is this your mother?" tanyakanya.

Arjun just cleared his throat, while his hands were still busy putting buttons into the hole.

"I heard from Vika that your mother died a year ago, I'm sure you're lonely. If you need a friend to confide or need a shoulder to lean on. I am ready. I'm ready to be born inner."

Arjun frowned but paid no heed to the crackling of Kinar. It felt like I was used to that girl's mischievous chatter.

"Otherwise, what are you guys gosipin?" Arjun is neat now. He turned his body and leaned back on the teak sideboard. Staring closely at the Kinar who was holding a photo of his togetherness with the mother. Memories of when he first worked at Kinara Group— his father Irwan's company.

"No, dong. It's diff. If the ngegosipin is talking bad things, that is not true. If I wasn't like that. I'm looking for accurate, up-to-date and reliable information from people who really know you. I want to be a good wife. A wife who understands her husband both inside and outside."

Arjun clucked again. "That's not original, by the way. Who wants to marry you. I don't like women who model this cake of yours."

"really? How do you like it? I'm willing to transform into what you want to be." Kinar's eyes blinked again, a smile was re-engraved. Instead of being offended, the girl got out of the bed and raised her arm around Arjun's arm. "You want me to be whatever I do. Just so you want to marry me. I'm ready to be the second woman to fill your day besides your mother."

"Really?" Releasing the necklace of Kinar's hand, Arjun held both of his shoulders. "What can you do?"

"I can do everything" replied Kinar. His eyes were moving wildly. There was a sense of groggyness when Arjun faced him. "I can do anything for you."

"Oh, yeah."

Arjun brought the face closer. "If you can do anything, why are the dishes in Vika's house all gone? Why is the washing machine broken?

"That's .. that's a transition period. I'm still learning, but don't worry, I'm quick to respond. One look I can. Give me time, I can be a good wife like any other woman. I can make you comfortable. I guarantee you nothing to lose so I'm your wife."

Arjun chuckled, then pulled out Kinar's head. "Are you not it's all you want to be a wife? He said the rich kid should have gone to college. You're too young to think so far away. Strange and can't go home."

Arjun removed his hand from Kinar's shoulder while turning his heel. Laughter is still heard. Laughter that made Kinar even more fond of the man. His voice was so crisp, like there was such sweetness.

"Arjun, wait for me. Lamar. Pin me up with bismillah. What matters is that we're legitimate."