Cold Woman is my wife

Ep 84s

Dirga still hugged Dena who was just quiet, and she loosened her embrace. Looking at Dena who seemed confused why Dirga released her sudden embrace.

"Why don't you cry" Dirga asked as she held Dena's shoulder looking at the woman in wonder.

"Why should I cry" said Dena looking at Dirga.

"Yes it's okay"

Dena immediately let go of Dirga's hand.

"I'm going upstairs for a minute" Dena told Dirga.

"Ikut," Dirga briefly, made Dena look at Dirga. But he immediately walked over letting Dirga follow him,

"Why you and Papa are always fighting, but Papa is only incited" said Dirga following behind Dena who walked up the stairs.

"I don't like him, because of him I get hurt a lot. He not only tormented my inner self but my physical self as well" Dena said.

"Why have you ever been tortured?" dirga was surprised to know.

"That's how it is" said Dirga briefly.

"You're serious, when you're tortured. Who's helping you? Why would he do that to you?"

"Lord, it used to be the Lord's brother who helped me a lot." replied Dena without hesitation. Indeed, when he was Junior High and when he was exhausted in his Papa he always met the Gods and gods who always took care of him.

Dirga was speechless to hear it, she immediately held onto Dena's wrist.

"Since when do you know and brother God. Is that why you used to love her?" dirga was impressed to demand answers.

"Yes." said Dena honestly.

Dirga looked at Dena fixedly.

"Then now, do you still love him or already love me" he said looking at his wife seriously.

"Love you" Dena answered briefly.

Dirga smiled hearing that, though,

"Good,." he said satisfied.

"Let's walk again, what do you want to see above?" said Dirga again cheerfully, he took Dena's hand.

"If Papa or whoever harmed you told me I would protect you, and treat you like God did" Dirga continued walking while holding Dena's hand.

"Thank you" said Dena slowly feeling the warmth of Dirga's hand in her hand. Now he has a protector protecting him.

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Marco returned home drunk, he opened the door violently slamming it hard. Soraya who heard that came out of the room wearing a red nightgown. She ran to her husband who staggered.

"Honey you drunk, huh,? why are you drinking" Soraya said trying to get Marco to help her walk.

"Detach.." Marco shook Soraya's hand firmly.

"You why? why are you so rude"

"I said let go, step aside don't bother me" said Marco encouraging Soraya to stay away from him.

"Honey, why are you like this to me" said Soraya walking beside Marco who was staggering.

"You're noisily silent" Marco kept walking even as he passed through the room he used to occupy with Soraya. He climbed the stairs to the top.

"Honey where are you going?why did you go upstairs" Soraya said after Marco.

Marco kept quiet and kept walking up.

"Stop following me understand" he snapped so hard at Soraya. Soraya's steps immediately stopped and made Daniel who was in his room immediately out to see what was happening.

He saw his drunken Papa on the stairs and Soraya on the ground.

"Honey, why are you acting like this to me" cried Soraya did not accept.

Marco did not care for him he kept going, his steps stopped as he looked at Daniel standing in front of him. Marco just kept quiet, staring at his son's face.

He passed by Daniel, heading towards a room not far from Daniel's.

"Why are you drunk Pa?" daniel saw his father passing him away.

Marco turned to look at Daniel but he said nothing. He kept walking into the room.

Soraya chased after Marco, she could not accept her husband treating her like that. But his steps stopped immediately as Daniel held him back.

"Go away, I want to go after my husband"

"I said stop, don't bother him" Daniel pushed Soraya straight away.

"Basic," Soraya was annoyed, and she immediately left. I don't know why with Daniel he was scared.

Daniel looked back and saw that the door of the room he entered was closed.

"What's wrong with the room and what's wrong with Papa" Daniel said. Honestly, he was also curious about the room that his father entered. All this time since they had been living in this house, her father had always forbidden her and Dena from entering it. Actually the secret of what the Papa is hiding there. She also saw her father enter the room for the first time.

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The couple had just returned from their old house, they got out of the car at the same time. It was already night time, and they had just arrived at Dirga's house.

Dena got off Dirga's car, and Dirga got off. He saw his wife,

"Darling" he said suddenly spoiled. Makes Dena confused.

"Why you?" said Dena pay attention to the movements of Dirga.

"No, I just want to bode with you" said Dirga and immediately took Dena's hand.

"Why have you become this strange since you hit a rock in the river" Dena wondered if Dirga had become strange.

"I'm weird because of you that makes me weird like this" said Dirga noticed intensely Dena's face.

"Here you go, I'm going inside" Dena tried to take her hand off Dirga.

"You I'm carrying ya," said Dirga holding back her smile. Because right now he's just teasing Dena.

Of course Dena instantly widened her eyes, though,.

"You're not sane, though,"

"Even so your husband knows, you should be grateful to have a husband who loves you like me" cried Dirga as Dena walked away leaving him talking.

"Love is loving, but I am amused myself when you are too slave to love like that" cried Dena back to see Dirga who was behind him.

"You told me what you just loved" said Dirga immediately after Dena who entered the house. He smiled now as it could make Dena a little liquid.

Inside the house, still chasing Dena. Dena herself walked without looking at Dirga she just let it go.

"Darling wait for me why?" dirga protests because he's in residence.

"I don't want to respond to your words that I find strange. You're strange now" said Dena still walking, she is currently climbing the stairs as well as Dirga.

"Who's weird, I'm not weird. I just express what I feel" explained Dirga bluntly.

"But it's strange, unlike Dirga who I first saw" Dena said.

"Because I've changed, I've changed because I have you completely."

Dena paused, looking at Dirga who was still on the lower stairs a little distance away from her.

"Hahaha, blush ya." Dirga's laughter walked closer to Dena.

"No," Dena again will step his legs but Dirga's hands hold him, so it almost makes Dena slip on the stairs fortunately Dirga directly support Dena so as not to fall.

Dirga held Dena with his arm, after which he restored Dena's position to stand upright. But his hand clasped Dena's slender waist.

"Why should you blush to your husband" whispered Dirga in Dena's ear. Breaking his wife's hair sidelined the hair that covered Dena's neck.

Dirga kissing Dena's neck

"What are you doing here, people will see"

"Let it go, I just want to kiss you and bite you like this" Dirga said.

Dirga immediately took the nape of Dena closer to his face. And kissed his wife's sweet lips.

Dena slowly pushed Dirga and made her kiss come off.

"Shame on seeing people" cynical Dena and immediately sauntered away leaving Dirga by holding the heat on her face because of the hue of Dirga's kissing effect face that hypnotized her.

While Dirga.

"You always make me opiate dear" cried Dirga as she smiled in Dena's footsteps.

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T.B.C