Perfect Wife For A Hypocritical CEO
Hypocritical CEO

These days, Syara is increasingly able to take control of Bara's attitude. Bara, who always followed Syara's request, began to feel comfort when with his wife. But somehow, Bara's attitude sometimes quickly changed back into a cruel Bara.

Syara, who seemed unwilling to miss this opportunity, continued to approach Bara and launched the action. Bara and Raya become increasingly quarreling because Bara prefers time to be with Syara. Syara continued to make Haris as his weapon to threaten Bara if he did not want to obey. Whether there is anything with the name “Haris”, if you hear the name, Bara is always unwilling if he does not follow the request of his wife, although very forced.

Bara, who felt himself starting to melt against Syara, again remembered the Mama because this marriage was not for her but for the Mama. “Aware, Bara, aware. She's still a bad woman who doesn't deserve to be a wife. Kingdom better everything.”

Although Syara often threatened Bara if not obey his will, Syara also increasingly spoiled Bara. She often prepared all the needs of her husband. As usual when Bara came home from work, Syara always offered Bara's favorite hot drink. Bara approached Syara and held the cup the wife had brought. Syara who smiled because she thought Bara would stay good to her, apparently, Bara put the cup on the table.

“Is it true Haris told you about this drink, as well as the delivery of food you ordered to the office at that time?” asked Bara with a suspicious look.

Syara, who did not want to lie to Bara again, was only able to nod slowly.

“How far did you meet with Haris?” I asked again seriously.

“I just want to know you through him,” replied Syara.

Bara turned his face away, ignored Syara and passed towards the bathroom.

Syara waited for Bara to finish bathing, to talk about something. Before long, Bara came out of the bathroom in his clothes. Bara took the black jaz in his closet. Syara who felt Bara was going to leave, immediately called out to her. “Bara.”

I looked at Syara.

“I'm sorry all this time. Anyway, I remain your wife who must ask your permission first before leaving the house,” regrets Syara who is not entirely guilty.

Bara just fell silent while looking at Syara.

“Bara, thank you also because you have been willing to help me these few days. You're so neat, where are you going?”

Bara did not answer his wife's question, only passed by leaving the room. Syara followed him from behind by constantly calling out the name Bara. But Bara did not heed his call.

Syara again saw Raya in the living room with her in-laws.

“Syara, in the Bara office there is an award show. Raya also got an invitation because the bank where Raya worked was one of the business colleagues of the company Papanya Bara. So Bara decided to go with Raya instead of leaving alone these nights,” explained Mama Bara softly.

“But, Ma, Syara ‘kan Bara's wife. Why didn't Bara invite Syara too?” syara protests by continuing to see Bara.

“Syara, Bara came to the event just to give a short speech and then go home,” replied Mama Bara assured Syara.

“But if it's like this you don't think of me as your wife, Bar! You easily go with other women, whereas when I only meet Haris to talk about you, you get angry like that! Mama also never firmly saw Bara hurt Syara. What exactly does Mama want?” Syara was unable to hold back her emotions.

“Syara quiet! Since when do I consider you my wife?” Bara began to get emotional hearing Syara's protests.

“Then why do you want to be considered a husband? If you don't want to be considered a husband, you shouldn't be angry when I meet anyone and do anything out there!” Syara ran up the stairs to her room.

He was crying so loosely. All this time, Syara always hid her cries, but this time she had wanted to give up. The tears that he always held, as if already unstoppable. No longer want to continue his plan to melt Bara's heart. It all feels in vain if Bara is not willing to accept this marriage.

After a while later, Syara changed clothes and intended to leave the house to take a walk down the residential complex until her sadness subsided. After finding out that her in-laws were in the room, she left the house immediately. Syara seemed to be walking with lethargy and puffy eyes.

Om Gustav who had just returned home from work, accidentally passed the Bara housing complex, saw Syara with poor conditions. He stopped his car and called Syara and asked her to get into the car. Not much thought, Syara got into Om Gustav's car.

“Syara, why are these nights still outside? Where are you going?” ask Om Gustav attentively.

“Syara just want to go for a walk, Om,” answer is not powerful.

“Syara, why are you? You've been crying, haven't you? What's up?” Om Gustav ensured the situation of Shara.

“Om knows Syara's parents, right? Have Syara and Syara's parents ever been wrong with Bara and Mama Desi? Why does Bara hate Syara so much?” Syara was crying.

Syara then told what she had just experienced, as well as several other patients she had received. Unknowingly, Om Gustav also shed tears hearing the story and cries of Syara. “Syara, you shouldn't have accepted all this, you're innocent, son,” he murmured inwardly.

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Since the incident that night, Syara looks not excited. He did not talk much to Bara, nor to his parents-in-law. Although Mama Bara has also apologized and explained everything to Syara, Syara still does not want to interact with them much. Speaking only as necessary, just to appreciate his in-laws. Syara refocused on her small business, because this was the only way to forget for a moment her household problems.

Syara did not seem to force Bara to breakfast as usual, even did not prepare a favorite warm drink Bara every Bara home from the office. He was really more silent and did not talk much, even though Bara snapped at him, he was silent. There is no fight.

Every night, Syara also never again persuaded Bara to want to sleep 1 mattress with him, even if Syara whines, Bara still does not want to obey. Tonight, without any persuasion or demand, Syara himself still sleeps on a carpet that borders directly on the floor. If it was morning, he would immediately go to the next room to take care of the clothes he sold. From starting to record the order, wrap the package, to send it. Only a few words came out of his mouth, and so on during these few days that he did.

Even at night, there was no welcome for her husband. He was still in the room next to him. A full day spent in that room. Every now and then, he holds a picture of his mother's father and cries. I don't know how many drops of tears that fell soaked the photo of his late parents.

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