Cold Woman is my wife

Ep 77's

Dena and Dirga were taking a nap, they slept hugging each other. Dirga hugged Dena so tightly as if she did not want the woman to leave her.

They had been sleeping for hours, but both had not woken up. They are not tired because of this incident. The incident where Dena slipped in the river.

When the middle of a deep sleep, but the clock is also so late in the afternoon, they have not woken up suddenly Dirga's HP which is on the table next to the bed rang.

Because his voice was loud enough to make Dirga wake up, he immediately took his phone with one hand that was still the pedestal of Dena sleeping.

"Juna," murmured Dirga shriek. He caught a glimpse of Dena who was still asleep.

"Hello Juna, what's wrong?" dirga said as she had already picked up the call from Juna.

"I've found evidence that Reyhan is your father-in-law's son. I want this proof, I send it to you in the form of a file or we meet in person" said Juna from across the street.

"We met in person but not right now, I'm not in Jakarta. Tomorrow or not the day after meet me at PRAHA DSJ," concluded Dirga.

"Why not now, let's meet. Go have a drink at the bar"

"I can't, I'm leaving with my wife. We'll meet tomorrow"

"Where are you?honeymoon, I can come"

"I'm in bogor, why would you bother me. Already, my wife is sleeping. I turn it off" Dirga told Juna.

"Your wife is sleeping, you've done what you guys are doing" Juna teased.

"I've turned it off" said Dirga and immediately turned off his current call. Without answering Juna's words.

After the call, Dirga noticed that Dena was sleeping well. He smiled seeing his wife sleeping soundly and he hugged Dena back and went back to sleep.

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Daniel was sitting in his office room, he was silent in his thoughts at this moment. He seemed to be worrying about something.

"Why are you worried about him, remember he's not your sister and he's the daughter of the girl who killed your mother" Daniel said sitting at his desk banging a pen on the desk. Right now he was worried about Reyhan, maybe this was just a feeling because he felt indebted.

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There was a knock on the door from outside the room,

"Get in," he said so coldly.

The door opened, a woman who might be about the same age as Daniel looked crumpled with glasses and braided hair. He walked trembling in Daniel's room with a glass of tea in his hand.

"I.this is the drink sir" he said trembling to put a cup of tea on the table. Unexpectedly the cup of tea spilled on Daniel's table made Daniel who had not noticed now he immediately looked at the woman in OG uniform.

"You're crazy, you dare spill tea on my table" Daniel annoyed and immediately raised his hand that was hit by a tea spill. The hand feels hot.

"Sorry sir, I'm sorry" said the OG, fearing that he would look at Daniel's angry face timidly. Daniel looks scary when he's angry.

"Get you out of my room, you're the new OG here" Daniel said.

"I.iya sir,"

"You should be careless, and look at how unworthy you look to work here even if you're just an OG. It's out" said Daniel and made the woman feel stupefied by Daniel's scathing speech.

He immediately excused himself to come out, and walked a little quickly while holding his heart that was hurting from the words of his boss' son.

"It sucks" said Daniel cynically, rubbing his hand that was exposed to tea water.

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Dena is in the kitchen in her family's villa. One-story villa but quite so big. He's cooking for dinner. Actually he was a little weak to move because of the incident where he almost died. Fortunately, Dirga helped him.

Dirga himself is currently still sleeping soundly, Dena woke up because he thought he had slept too long. He opened the fridge to see if there were any vegetables or something in the fridge.

Apparently there was a bunch of kale in the refrigerator, because there was only forced to cook it. Dena took a bunch of kale and brought it to the pantry for her potongi.

"What are you doing?" Ask Dirga who suddenly went into the kitchen. Dena who was just about to memotongi kale look towards Dirga walk.

"I want to cook, you're up" said Dena and asked Dirga.

"Cooking?Cooking what?" Dirga frowned hearing the words of Dena.

"I'll cook kale vegetables" replied Dena.

"Don't cook it yeah," said Dirga like not wanting.

"Why?" asked Dena confused.

"I don't like it, cook another one" said Dirga who was standing next to Dena.

"There are no other vegetables in the refrigerator, just this" said Dena.

Dirga was silent, approaching Dena and hugging her from behind. Of course, Dena was surprised by the action that Dirga is doing at this time.

"Ke..Why hug me?" said Dena grogi.

"Why?No, I just want to hug" said Dirga still hugging Dena.

Dena immediately silently heard Dirga's words.

"You're a little hot, do you have a fever?" dirga said as she felt Dena's slightly hot body as she hugged her.

"No, I'm fine"

"If you don't want me to cook this, then what are we going to eat?" say Dena again.

"We go to the restaurant alone how do you?" said Dirga.

"This is far away, why not just cook yourself" Dena refused.

"You don't have any vegetables,"

"We go shopping for vegetables"

"Where?" Dirga gave Dena some distance to look at the woman.

"To the market" said Dena saw a strange-looking Dirga responding to him.

"I don't want to go to the market" Dirga refused to let go of her embrace.

"I'll go alone" said Dena, stopping her activities of cutting kale. And he just left it, just like that,

Dirga only noticed Dena walking away.

Dirga was silent, he thought he had to go to the market indeed this place is really far from the city.

Dirga looked again at Dena who had walked far away, even now her body disappeared at the turn of the Villa.

"I don't want to go to the market, but I let him go alone. If there is anything with him, I can go crazy" murmured Dirga.

"Huh, it's annoying" said Dirga stomping her feet against the floor.

He immediately walked intending to catch up with Dena who was no longer visible to her nose.

"So soon the woman's way" grumbled Dirga running small out of Vila chasing Dena.

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