Cold Woman is my wife

Ep 62

Dena was stuck in her place after hearing Dirga's words just now she felt confused herself now with that remark. Confused between believing and not believing, what Dirga said was true or not.

"Why are you silent?You don't believe me" said Dirga made Dena immediately aware of his daydream.

"What?" he said he was impressed not focused on Dirga's words.

"It is not necessary to discuss, let's go home" said Dirga and holding Dena's hand walking along with him.

Just walking a few steps, their steps immediately stopped upon hearing someone's call.

"But Dena," a man who was none other than Reyhan ran over to call Dena. And of course Dirga and Dena immediately looked back.

"Reyhan," said Dena when she saw Reyhan running towards her.

"It turns out you came too, brother, well even though it didn't come for me" said Reyhan smiling little to see his brother.

"Sorry," said Dena, feeling guilty.

"It turns out you're my model. From now on keep your attitude towards me, I'm your boss. Respect me, even if you don't respect me as your brother-in-law but at least respect me as your boss understands" Dirga told Reyhan.

"Relax, from now on I will respect you as my sister-in-law as well. I believe now that you love my brother and I'm sure this brother will open his heart to you soon. If you keep trying" Reyhan said suddenly, and he embraced his brother with a smile. Dena sees Reyhan embracing her as well as Dirga who sees Reyhan in disbelief that the man accepts her as a sister-in-law now.

"Sister, open your heart. I think he loves you" Reyhan whispered in Dena's ear.

"I go first then" Reyhan said again and immediately walked away leaving Dirga and Dena both.

Dirga continued to look at Dena, while Dena who had been staring at Reyhan was currently staring at Dirga who was staring at him.

"Your youngest brother has accepted me, and what about you?" said Dirga staring at Dena clingy.

"There is nothing I need to answer" said Dena and with a slow step she passed from Dirga who looked at her.

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Marco and Soraya were sitting in their living room enjoying a cup of warm tea and watching television.

Soraya was bored because from now on what Marco watched was just news is nothing else.

"I changed the chanel" he said while taking a TV remote at the table.

"Why did you move?" ask Marco.

"I'm tired of not exciting the news" Soraya immediately moved her current television channel.

When she was changing Chanel suddenly blind her eyes accidentally saw the channel that is currently airing infotainment shows. There he sees Reyhan who is currently in the spotlight by the camera.

"Honey, Honey" she said while holding her husband.

"What,?" marco is focused on his HP.

"That's Reyhan Honey" Soraya said, pointing to television.

Marco is looking directly at the tv screen right now. Sure enough it's Reyhan's youngest son.

And also there he could see Dena there sitting next to Dirga.

"Why did Reyhan get there Honey?And why is your wife's son there too. Whether he was hiding Reyhan all this time, or he was influencing Reyhan" Soraya stared at Dena who was on television. And he felt annoyed with Dena at the moment so that made him issue all sorts of accusations at the girl.

"I can't let this go, I have to teach your son honey a lesson" Soraya immediately stood up from her seat in anger.

"Where are you going?" marco asked as he watched Soraya stand up in anger.

"I will meet your wife's child with her affair" Soraya said.

"Soraya.." snapped Marco and immediately stood up as well.

"Dena and Daniel my son. Not Monica's child with his mistress" insisted Marco did not accept.

"Kok yourself so defend him now, ah bodo very I do not care. I will teach the boy a lesson for hiding my son Reyhan" Soraya said, leaving Marco staring at him.

"Soraya." cried Marco as Soraya had gone a little further away from him.

"that woman" Marco fumed and soon followed Soraya who had gone.

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Dena and Dirga are currently in the car. No one talks to each other. But from earlier Dirga looked towards Dena actually Dena realized that Dirga saw it. However he pretended not to know it, because if he responded to Dirga he was at a loss as to what he would answer.

Drrttt

Dena's phone rang from inside a small bag that was almost in the form of a wallet clasped in Dena's hand.

Dena immediately took it to see who was calling her at the moment. There's no caller's name just the number. But Dena knew exactly whose phone number it was

Lazily he lifted it.

"Yes, Hello" he said. Dirga who heard a sharp tone from Dena while talking on the phone saw it at this time.

"Where are you?" said one from across there.

"I'm on the road, why. Tumben once you're a snake girl called me" cynical Dena.

"Rancid boy doesn't have much to say. I want to see you"

"Who?" ask Dirga curiously.

"A disgusting woman" Dena replied and turned her face away.

"Your mom?"

Dena immediately looked at Dirga not like it.

"Who are you saying my Mama, she's not my Mama understands" Dena jolted.

"Sorry, I forgot" Dirga returned to driving to her house.

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Soraya had reached the house of Dena's father-in-law, she was already sitting in the family's middle room. Sisil saw Soraya disliked but Doni always held Sisil's hand as if telling his wife to patiently hold back her emotions.

"Why are you here?" jutek Sisil looked at Soraya who was sitting haughtily.

"Of course I want to see my daughter" Soraya said lightly.

Sisil smiled sinisterly looking at Soraya,.

"I'm sorry, did you talk to Dena first when you came here?" ask Doni.

"Of course it's Mr. Doni Suherman" Soraya replied.

"Then you wait here alone. My wife and I are having business" said Doni and immediately rose from his seat to invite Sisil also to stand.

"What?" ask Sisil.

"You forgot, we have business with my client" Doni reminded.

"Oh yes, but what about this demonic woman" Sisil said slightly whispering.

"He'll meet Dena leave it alone" said Doni.

"But, later what about Dena if in harmakai this woman" said Sisil was worried about his daughter-in-law.

"It's quiet, there's Dirga. He must have protected his wife. Let's go, my client is waiting" said Doni invite Sisil to walk.

"Alright" Sisil stepped away with Doni without talking to Soraya who also felt no problem with it. She really is like a big mistress in her own house when it is a people's house.

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Dena and Dirga entered the house at this time. They both stopped immediately when they saw Soraya sitting on the sofa in the living room while watching television like at home.

Dena immediately walked ahead of Dirga to meet Soraya.

"Well, women don't know themselves at once and don't know how to be polite. In the house of people stylish like his own house" Sinis Dena immediately plucked the tv plugs.

Soraya stood looking at Dena who saw him sharp. He was no less sharp looking at Dena at the moment. With a sly smile he walked closer towards Dena

Plakkk

He slapped hard on Dena who was instantly startled by that sudden slap.

Dirga who saw it of course no less surprised. He walked right next to Dena.

Dena smiled sinisterly while holding onto her cheek.

"What do you mean slap me all of a sudden?" dena said coldly.

"That's worth your whore child, you've washed and hidden my son Reyhan right" Soraya said.

Dena exhaled her breath violently approaching Soraya without fear.

Plakkk

Dena slapped Soraya back, please,

"That's a proper slap for you too, you slut yelled whore" said Dena fiercely.

"On what basis do you accuse me of hiding your son. Your own son who was looking for me understood" Dena clutched Soraya's arm tightly.

"Let go," cynical Soraya.

"Don't expect me to let you off so easily this time. Your own fault has woken up a sleeping lion like me, I can't be patient with you anymore" Dena clasped Soraya's arm and she threw the woman on the floor.

"Dena has" said Dirga detained Dena.

"Don't interfere in my business" Dena told Dirga.

"You're a snot child" Soraya was still not afraid, she tried to stand up again and would grab Dena's hair that was behind her.

"Ma..Mama" said Reyhan loudly when he saw his mother who would pull Dena's hair.

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T.B.C