Cold Woman is my wife

Ep 110s

Already around an hour and more Dirga still has not found anyone who sells martabak. Not that it can not be but the morning at 8 like this where there is martabak telor open.

Dena who was sitting next to him from earlier pouted did not speak. Because the effect of her husband who has not yet found the slender martabak she wants.

"Darling, we'll just go home. Find the martab later, at this hour no one is open" concluded Dirga noticed Dena who immediately saw it.

"Yes buy it later, but I don't want to go home. I'm going to the park" Pampered Dena hugged Dirga's arm while driving.

"To the park? no need huh?just gohome. You wear clothes like this to the park" Dirga noticed Dena's legs were exposed because of the shorts she was wearing.

"In the car, let's go to the park" Dena whines at Dirga.

"Well, we go to the park. But you don't get out of the car. We're in the car" Dirga said.

"Yes, I'm not going down. Thank you" Dena looked pleased and immediately kissed Dirga's cheek.

Dirga immediately looked at Dena, there was a good thing his wife was pregnant. His attitude is so sweet and spoiled.

"I love you like this, you're so sweet" Dirga said staring at Dena's bead.

"Based on the big-time crocodile mongrel" hissed Dena but she smiled at her husband.

"Start, but it's okay. I'm not mad at you baby" Dirga looked at the sweet-smiling Dena.

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Dirga's car has arrived at a special car park located in a city park located not far from Dena's house. The park is closer to Dena's house.

"Here you are, no need to get out" Dirga said when stopping his car there.

"Yes," Dena briefly noticed the people passing by in the park.

"But here is not cool, I want to go there" said Dena changed her mind while pointing out the car.

"No need, we're here" Dirga refused to see Dena seriously.

"I'm going out anyway"

"No need to be stubborn, baby, your own fault was I told you not to change clothes. You can't go out, you want to spread your thighs" ketus Dirga noticed Dena.

"I don't care, I'm going out. I want to buy that ice cream" whined Dena pointed at the ice cream sales person.

"You want an escrim? Then I'll go down, you're here first" Dirga broke up.

"I want to go down, too" still stubborn Dena forced me to go down.

Dirga sighed, he,

"We just go home" he was upset because Dena kept forcing him to come down with such clothes. He did not like his wife being looked at by other men because of her clothes.

"Kok home? I don't want to" said Dena.

Dirga just kept quiet, did not answer the words of Dena he instead turned on his car engine.

"You're ignoring me? You let your son?" Dena looked at her silent husband.

Dirga was still silent, his car was now walking away from the city park.

"I hate you" Dena concluded

"Whatever, you always say that to me when you're angry" Dirga seemed not to care about his wife's words.

He still continued to drive forward his car, seeing that Dena immediately turned her face in annoyance.

Dirga saw that, he just let it go. About Dena angry will he take care of later.

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"Why are we here?" ketus Dena when Dirga's car stopped in front of her Papa's house.

"It has come down, do not have to ask a lot of questions dear" concluded Dirga.

"Something strange, that forbid me to come down now even told me to go down" cynically Dena looked at Dirga.

"Come, let's go down, baby. We're here instead of in the park. This is also your house first right" Dirga went down first, then circled the car to open the door for Dena.

"I don't want to go down, I want to go home" said Dena once again when the car door was opened.

"Let's go down baby," persuaded Dirga again.

"I told you, I don't want to" Dena still refused Dirga.

"Down, I said put it down" Dena thrashed out asking to be taken down by Dirga.

"Be quiet, baby, if you're like this. It hurt our son in your stomach. You don't pity. Look at your belly is big, pity her" Dirga stopped her steps watching Dena in her arms.

Dena instantly fell silent, she was silent in Dirga's sling at the moment.

Dirga himself smiled as Dena obeyed his words at this moment.

The reason Dena took Dena to Marco's house was because Reyhan told her. If her father-in-law wants to try to be close to Dena, she wants to improve her relationship with her daughter.

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Dena was silent, sitting next to Dirga. Marco is in front of them at the moment.

"How are you doing, Dena?" Marco started the conversation first because of the quiet atmosphere.

Dena was silent and would not answer the question from her father.

"Darling,." call Dirga.

"What?" ketus Dena to her husband.

"Papa asked you, answered" said Dirga.

"Is there someone there?" dena said as if she did not consider her father.

"Darling not to be," Dirga said.

"It's okay Dirga" concluded Marco still noticed his son who turned his face.

"So your content is yes, son. Take care of Papa's grandson" Marco said as he watched Dena's face.

Dena was still silent, not answering.

"Pa, Dena wants ice cream. I'll buy it first huh" said Dirga breaking the cold situation in front of him.

" Dena wants escrim? In this house there is ice cream. Momentarily Papa picked it up" Marco seemed excited to know that his pregnant daughter wanted ice cream. He walked straight to the kitchen.

"You see, Papa loves you" said Dirga to Dena who remained silent.

"That's not affection" said Dena.

"I want to go home, let's go home" whined Dena again.

"We don't go home, tonight we stay here" concluded Dirga.

Hearing that made Dena round her eyes. He misheard this moment.

"I don't want to" Dena refused.

"I don't care." said Dirga casually as he rubbed his wife's stomach.

"Our son needs to know who his other grandfather is" Dirga said.

"He's not born yet, how can he know"

"But inside here, he can see it baby" said Dirga his hand still on top of Dena's stomach.

"Lies," Dena doesn't believe.

"When we sleep here, where do we sleep? my room has been remodeled by a snake woman" Dena said again.

"We sleep anywhere. In your house there are many guest rooms" said Dirga lightly.

"You're a bitch" Dena sizzled.

"It sucks like this, isn't it your husband?"

"No, you're a stranger"

Dirga smiled at his wife's words.

"Look baby, your mother is cold like this can joke with Papa" Dirga spoke to Dena's stomach.

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T.B.C