The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Because scissors.

Kinar who was rubbing his feet against the grass glanced at Arjun and found the sad face of the man. It's just that his feelings now are also no less chaotic to answer and chatter again it feels so heavy. Kinar again bowed with a long-sounding sigh.

"If it wasn't for you, I would have been terrorized with her. Meli my first love. We dated five years. But a year ago we broke up. The reason is pretty classic, he's on the same road as me and I see them kissing."

Oath, remembering the past made Arjun sigh in frustration. Remembering the boyfriend kissing another man makes him want to swallow people alive. At that time he tried so strongly to refrain from touching Meli. However, the betrayal that was obtained.

"I always keep the trust of Meli's parents. If they don't want to buy mei I touch before halal."

Kinar was silent. A sudden sense of kepo fills the brain. So curious about Arjun's love life that it feels like asking, 'Are you hurt?' But the intention was he unraveled because if he spoke now, Arjun would know that he was crying.

"I'm hurt. But how else. That's choice. He dared to play with fire so he also had to water it. And I don't want to accept scorched goods. I don't think there are any other women.

"And one more. We humans can only plan and God determines everything. I was sparing down that time. It feels futile to be in a relationship with someone else. There is only heartache. That's why I tend to have minimal expression. Yeah, well, that's exactly what Vika said. He said I was like a living corpse.

"But how else, I'm lazy to meet new people. So choose silence over a lot of talk. Well, it's useless, isn't it?"

Kinar wiped his tears. Then ventured to see Arjun who had a flat face. However, a tinge of sadness remained visible. The man tried hard to look strong. "Do you have any intention of going back? He seems sorry."

Arjun. He drank the coffee in his hand. "And I told you. I don't accept scorched goods. If you want to go, why go back. He should have known that because our relationship wasn't for a minute."

"Why then if you say so much to me?"

Arjun. His eyes seemed to be moving wildly. Like thinking of finding an excuse. "Here you go, don't talk about me anymore. I'm lazy."

Again, Arjun shakes his coffee. The atmosphere returned to silence until Kinar cleared his throat once then again took the sour drink in Arjun's hand, drinking it several times with closed eyes.

An acid? Don't ask again. Wrinkles around the eyes have given evidence of how bad the drink is.

Exhaling a long breath, Kinar directed his eyes towards the sky. "Arjun, you want to hear a funny story, no."

Arjun was silent but inwardly displeased.

"There used to be a girl about thirteen years old. His name is Rose. The only child of an entrepreneur. She's beautiful, she's nice, she's tall, she's got clean skin, her nose is pointed. Moultries. My mother is British and my father is Indonesian. Original Betawi. Dong dong dong dong how beautiful he is. His body is high like a high school boy even though he is only first grade Junior High School. Long story short, so good the face is the same frills behind him many who benefit him. Pretending to be good but just asking to be explored.

"Sometimes once he was called one of the teachers of BK. The reason was for the briefing because the Rose was weak in the lesson. But for some reason instead of being advised or given a solution, then BK cautions the girl with a gaze that."

Kinar seemed to catch his breath. Her tears are shed again. However, he swiped quickly and tried to set the heart.

"He said gini, 'Your body is really good, you know. Your feet are really high. Your skin is clean. Your eyes are beautiful. If you're old enough, want to be my girlfriend?'

"How scared is the Rose. He was young but treated like that. At that age she had just menstruated for the first time but had received verbal abuse. He doesn't even want to go to school. He kept trying. She is beautiful and beauty cannot be hidden. He tried introspection, but instead of being helped he was even more afraid. He felt people's gazes were all the same as those BK teachers.

"He tried to change style, wear a dress as polite as possible. But people's gazes feel the same. Until he tries to look as good as possible. But strangely, getting a look of contempt even ridicule made him comfortable. Every time someone scoffs at him, he feels protected. Since then she has been styling like a crazy girl. And about that BK, he doesn't care. More afraid to meet again. He decided to go and change schools. But the problem wasn't there. In the new school he was in the bullies. Finished in buli because his brain is not how plus the appearance of a crazy person. But God didn't sleep. He gave the angel rose in the form of a brash friend. Because of his insolence, he was the one who beat all the bullying students.

"Rose ... Roses ...."

Kinar sobbed, unable to finish the story. His back and shoulders trembled while both palms were already covering his face.

Kinar, the girl is showing her weak side now. A crazy and strange impression suddenly disappears from Arjun's mind for the girl. He held onto Kinar's body tightly while patting his shoulders. "cry. Cry and don't be arrested. Everything's gonna be fine.

Long enough they're in the park to ring the phone startling Arjun. "They're near the car. Let's go home now" Arjun said as he lifted himself from the chair. He hands it out to Kinar. "Come, they're waiting."

***

Fortunately, there is no such thing as a uterus. The blood spots that Chandra was worried about were not too dangerous and that's the reference to be grateful today.

However, Bianca's songong face was again imagined. How the woman mocked him as a boy, then laughed out loud winning when he was the one who entered first.

Shit! Remembering that his blood rippled again. Just be careful when you see me again.

Glancing sharply at Chandra, the Litania snorted as it crossed its chest. While he turned his gaze out the window by closing his eyes many times, trying to dampen the emotions that he was afraid of bursting out suddenly.

However, it has not been successful in suppressing emotions, the sound of Deheman from the side. The clear voice made Litania's emotions rise again. There is no other way but to shut down and earnestly make hope. Don't talk, don't make a sound. Please .. if you say it now, I'm afraid I'll insist.

Again, Deheman's voice was heard again and now there was someone patting him on the shoulder, Litania convinced that the suspect was Chandra. He brushed the suspect's hand.

"Yarjun!" call loud.

The one called looked shocked and saw the middle glass of the car. "Yes, Miss."

"You've got surah Yasin not on your phone."

Arjun looked confused as well as Chandra, the eyebrows of the two men seemed to be linked together. But not for Kinaar. His nosy nature has returned and can not if only be a spectator. He recorded their chat using his phone.

"S-I don't have one" replied a nervous looking Arjun. He looked again from the middle glass of the car and could already guess something was wrong with the two people behind it. Chandra looked nervous and Litania looked windy.

Still staring out the window, Litania seemed to close her eyes. "If there's a quota, right?"

"If there is a quota, I have."

Arjun's feelings are getting worse. What's the matter? Why is nanyain Yasin the same quota? He had no money to buy a quota.

"Well then, stick me Yasin's letter. Search on YouTube."

"Dear you got—"

There was no time to mention the letter 'pa' in Chandra's words and others were surprised by Litania shouting, "Pocket Arjun!"

Stay at home. Litania still looks angry. His emotions are still blowing. He can't calm down. Just hearing Chandra's voice had already enraged him.

"Sri Ma'am!" shouts Litania.

A middle-aged woman approached. The woman wearing an apron at the waist seemed bored as she ran from the kitchen to the living room. He stood in front of Litania.

"Sri, please take all the scissors and throw them away."

Instantly Sri knitted her eyebrows. So are Chandra and Arjun in the back. While Kinar, just smiling listening to the absurd orders of his friend.

Turning her heels, Litania squinted as she looked at Chandra.

"Mbak Sri's. Please remove all the scissors in this house." Litania's eyes were fixed on Chandra's mid-thigh. Chandra who was still half-understood immediately grabbed a leg and closed it with his hand. The face even paled a little. Just this time feeling intimidated by Litania's gaze. Moreover, what was stared at was the 'itunya.' area.'

"I'm afraid of khilaf, Ma'am. I'm afraid I'll cut something that shouldn't be cut."