Cold Woman is my wife

Ep 94's

The white Range Rover car had stopped in front of Mother's Love Orphanage. Whose car is Dirga's.

Dena and Dirga got down simultaneously from inside the car.

"This is the replacement, baby?" dirga asked when he was next to Dena. He took off his sunglasses noticing the parlor standing firmly in front of him.

"This is one of the parlors where my mother became a Donor" Dena told Dirga.

"Oh, man,..Your mama used to mean a caring person yes" said Dirga was amazed by his mother-in-law who he had never seen.

"Yes that's how my mom is. Said Bija mama is indeed a caring person. Let's go inside, there must be Bija" Dena immediately walked first.

Dirga immediately restrained Dena's arm as the woman would walk first.

"We walk together why?the same husband himself was very indifferent." protested Dirga and immediately took Dena's hand.

"I'm sorry" just a short speech came out of Dena's mouth.

"Bija's your mama's friend, baby?" dirga asked walking while holding Dena's hand.

"Yes she is a friend of my mother and also Mama Sisil" replied Dena.

"My mom knows you too?" Dirga looked surprised if his mother also knew the person named Bija.

"Yes,." Dena brief.

"I want to introduce you to him. Because she was like my mother and Daniel" Dena told Dirga.

"Tumben you want to introduce me to the people closest to you" Dirga noticed Dena in disbelief.

"Because you're my husband, so I have to tell anyone close to me to you" Dena said.

Hearing that Dirga immediately stopped just like that before entering the orphanage. Though now it is crowded outside because of the people who came at the invitation of the home.

"Why are you blocking the way" confused Dena because Dirga stopped right in front of her.

"I'm your husband. Then call me dear too and use the word you are not you. please dear call me so yes. Because I'm not a stranger to you" said Dirga impressed pleading in front of Dena.

Dena looked up to see Dirga who looked pleading with the look of her face.

"Yes" was just a short answer from Dena.

Although only a short answer made Dirga excited once, he immediately hugged Dena just like that and lifted her up.

"Ahh, that's dong. More love me the same you love. Try to love I want to hear you call me dear" said Dirga still by lifting Dena's body so as to make the woman higher than him.

"Dirga put me down, I'm ashamed" Pinta Dena told Dirga to put him down.

"I don't want to, I want to hear you call me baby. You used to tell me not to call you honey so I obeyed him and now change yourself to obey me. Please call me baby, if you don't call me baby, I won't put you down"

Dena remained silent, her gaze circling the surroundings watching the people passing by them continue to pay attention.

."Quick honey, you do not want to be seen by everyone like this" said Dirga.

"Tu.download me sa.sayang" hesitantly Dena said everything.

"What's? you said what, baby. I didn't hear" Dirga said.

"Honey put me down" said Dena slightly raised her voice.

"Well that's dong" with a smile that expands Dirga lowered Dena.

"Satisfied," cynical Dena because she felt ashamed at this moment.

"That's very satisfying, I Love you my dear" said Dirga and immediately kissed Dena's cheek.

"Well in" Just like that Dirga pulled Dena's hand in.

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In the garden behind the parlour, Dirga sat on a carpet held under a tree, he played guitar surrounded by the children of the house while Dena and Bija sat in a park chair not far from it watching Dirga entertain the children.

"He seems to be good Dena," said Bija looking at Dena who had been looking at Dirga.

Dena looked directly at Bija.

"What's Bija?" Dena who did not focus on hearing actually asked.

"He's a good person" Bija repeated her remark again.

"Reyhan also said so" said Dena and returned to pay attention to Dirga.

"Reyhan's?your father's son with that woman?" tanya Bija sounded curious.

"Bija wishes you and your husband happiness. I'm sure he's a good man and all I see is he loves you so much"

"I saw him too, but I was afraid that he would be like Papa. Mama and Papa used to love each other, but what Papa left Mama and us." Dena sounded sad saying it all.

"That's because your father was fooled, otherwise he wasn't like that. Bija heard from Daniel your father now regrets it, right? And Dena heard that Bija Dirga is not someone like your father. He's not a fool like Marco Papamu." said Bija impressed to give advice to Dena.

"You love him, don't you?if it's true in your love for him" Bija said again.

"Yes, I love him so much now Bija. Although I was afraid of our relationship later" Dena noticed Dirga who looked smiling and joking with the children.

"Throw away that fear of yours, and start your happiness with it" Bija said giving confidence to Dena.

"Darling, why are you there. Come with me with the kids, "call Dirga hard enough to tell Dena to accompany him.

"That's your husband calling, get close to him" Bija told him.

Dena occasionally noticed Bija and Dirga. He stood up straight away,

"Bija, I went there first" he said and immediately walked to Dirga after getting a nod from Heja.

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Dena had just finished taking a shower, they had just returned home from home. They came home too late to make him forced to take a night shower.

Dena came out of the bathroom wearing a light blue bathrobe. Looking around the room after feeling safe because there was no Dirga, she immediately came out and would change clothes.

Just now he came out Dirga entered the room cheerfully and seemed happy while holding a photo in the man's hand.

"Honey.." said Dirga when opening the door. His mouth immediately shut tightly as he looked at Dena who was wearing a bathrobe.

Dena herself looked clumsy as Dirga continued to pay attention to her.

"What are you calling me?" dena said nervously.

"A.there's something I want to show you" Dirga swallowed her saliva heavily. While walking closer to Dena.

"What do you want to show me?" dena asked trying to be ordinary.

"Here," Dirga showed Dena the photo. While continuing to pay attention to his wife from top to bottom, let alone the smooth thighs of Dena exposed. Because Dena's bathrobe is so short above the knee.

Dena looked at the photo Dirga had given her.

That's a photo of Dena when she was six, more precisely when her mother died two years ago.

"That's my picture?" wonder why Dirga showed it.

"Yes, it's your picture and look next to it that's taking a picture with you. It's me" Dirga proudly pointed at the small photo of her next to Dena.

Dena immediately widened her eyes. That time Dirga.

"It's me and you, it turns out we're friends from childhood huh" Glad Dirga noticed the photo.

"Where did you get it?" ask Dena.

"From Mama" said Dirga.

"I know why we're in a match, yes because we've been fit from childhood. Mama said you used to love me and often came with me" Dirga said staring at Dena.

Dena can't believe, how can.

"Don't lie" he said, and he walked away.

"What am I lying about"

"Because I never remember I liked you" Dena said. He felt he didn't remember that.

"Huh, basic denial." Dirga suddenly hugged Dena from behind.

"You what?" wonder Dena.

"Here" Dirga pulled Dena towards the bed.

"I love you, and I love my Mom. That's why I want to give a grandchild to Mama..You want?" dirga said as she sat Dena on her lap.

Dirga's hand moved to the bed putting the photo she held there.

"Yes I want to,"

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T.B.C