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Chapters 34. I'm My Right

Coming without giving news was deliberately Aza did, he just wanted to see how Dikta reacted when he saw it later.

Walking down the hallway of the apartment building, where Dikta's residence is in it.

"I'll give you all of me, please let me enter your heart. I know men like having my body, aren't you interested to try me? I'm free for you, only you..." No Aza thought that the first thing she saw when she was about to meet her husband was something like this.

"Carol, how many times I have toold you? It has been someone here." Reply while touching his chest.

"I'm married." Added.

"No!!! You're lie!! How could you have been married in your age, I don't trust you. I'll never give up until your wife stands front of me." Dikta only sighed, but his body felt that someone was watching him.

He spread his eyes, and there his gaze fell. On the girl who wears a pastel-colored robe and a black veil. Rubbed his eyes a few times, making sure his eyes didn't look wrong. Or hallucinating again.

Aza smiled slanted across the chest with a slightly slanted body as it leaned against the wall.

Ignoring Carol's craze, Dikta ran up to her. Shedding all the longing and admiration for his wife.

"Gue's not dreaming anymore, is he?" Dikta asked herself, Aza snorted annoyedly at hearing her.

Aza pushed Dikta, stretching her embrace. Walk forward leaving Dikta.

"Do you his girlfriend?" Aza asked, Dikta hurriedly ran closer to Aza.

"What are you doing?" Aza ignored him.

"Don't you know that he can't turn on?" Ask Aza again, Dikta is embarrassed not to play. His wife could have said that to another woman. Can be seen the scornful look from Carol for him.

"Almost 3 years we have got married, but... Can you imagine... I'm still virgin..." Whisper to Carol.

"He's crazy!! How could it be!!? You're so beautiful!! He's a jerk!" Carol walked towards Dikta.

Plaque...

Dikta was confused, very confused. What did Aza say to Carol?

"I pay it for you, you have to leave this rubbish!" He said, Aza just put on a sad expression.

"But I can't, I do love him... It's no matter if he doesn't give me his attention. Only beside him, it's enough for me... Thank you Carol." Say it in a soft tone. Carol left after that.

"Smart skit yes you..." Said Dikta stepped closer to Aza while stroking the facial skin that was hit earlier.

"Open the door." He said still ignoring Dikta, Aza's suitcase sent their steps.

Once the door was closed, Dikta could not hold it anymore. Aza corner on the walls of the hallway of the house that connects to the living room.

Their eyes clashed with each other, Aza with a defiant look, while Dikta stared at the lion that was ready to prey on his target.

"Looks like Kusuma's family really likes to make me a heart gym." Aza just smiled obliquely hearing her.

"How could you just come without telling me at all." Aza narrowed her eyes accompanied by her signature smirk.

"It was a surprise, it seemed to work." Aza took one of Dikta's hands which were on his shoulders. But, uh,

"Mhhh... Hmmm!!" His cry was muffled, as his mouth was locked.

Dikta attacked him without cue, their eyes were intertwined. Dikta's naive gaze was no longer there, it seemed like the man had grown up quickly here. Aza's legs felt limp, unable to compensate for Dikta's ability.

She put her hand on Dikta's neck, and Dikta easily carried Aza and brought her to the living room. Lying Aza on the living room sofa, her gaze was still straight on Aza. Wanting to attack her again, Aza just silently turned her eyes to all directions as long as not to look at the yellowish-brown eyes of Dikta. His face was red too.

Then Dikta kissed Aza's forehead. Surviving long in that position, Aza also closed his eyes. Her heart warmed, feeling treasured being treated as gently as it was by her man.

Their gazes met again, Dikta rubbed Aza's face gently. Dikta's eyes glared at the girl before him.

"Thank you for holding on, and going through it all. Thank you for bringing me into your life story... There's nothing I can give you, for now."

His whisper was slow, Aza only replied with a gentle smile.

Dikta's phone rang, but Dikta seemed to care about his hearing. He was still comfortable in Aza's arms. A new hug this time he could feel. Until Aza who grabbed the man's phone, who was at the table beside the sofa he looked to be lying down. Or on top of his head.

"Sister Vino?" Said Aza astonished, while showing the screen on Dikta, Dikta just exhaled.

"They must be worried about you, asking me not to do anything weird to you." Reply Dikta lethargic.

"Hey Dikta, let Aza rest first. Don't mess with her, we don't want a new beat. He's too young." Aza just smiled amusedly staring at the resigned face of Dikta whose life is always arranged by her brothers.

"You will soon be graduating, having a career in Indonesia. And bring Aza back here, I think the lecture here is good for her too."

"You hear me? Oi... Dikta!!" Aza stroked the head of Dikta who was lying on his stomach.

"Okay, brother, you talk too much. I'm not gonna give you a new bang, we're gonna be careful." Dikta was stunned, maybe also Vino who even disconnected the connection.

"Have they always been childish like this to you?" Aza asked, Dikta just put on a sad face. As if she was throwing it all at her mother.

"You're stupid, too, to obey all their desires." The reply.

"Unbelievable, almost two years of not meeting. With your current appearance change, apparently... Your spicy mouth still hasn't changed." Dikta.

"Appearance changes, doesn't mean personality has to change, right?" Fierce reply.

"Against it, you must show your limits. What they can and what they can't go beyond." Continue after a moment of silence.

"Yes, ma'am." The reply was spoiled, imitating the voices of children.

Dikta propped up his body on top of Aza, long enough to lie on the tiny body of the wife. Afraid Aza felt tight, actually he was not only half lying on his wife. Some of his body is still on the floor of the house.

In his view the face of ayu the wife, who was taking off her hijab. Dikta was stunned when she saw the black sparkle of Aza's hair. Dikta helped release Aza's hairpin, now her hair is longer than last met. Or indeed Aza replaced his hairstyle.

"My hair can't be pigtailed if it's as short as it used to be." He said it as if he understood Dikta's question.

"Why are you growing up so fast?" Dikta said frustrated with the beauty that emanated from his wife.

"Why? Is it not good? So people don't mistake me for your sister anymore." Say Aza while reaching for Dikta's hair above her.

Tempted him by peeping at the base of the man's neck, until the man moaned.

"Aza don't mess around, you're a kid. It's not time you're like this." Said Dikta persisting with his sanity.

"My twentieth year won't be long." Aza.

"Your father asked me not to do anything weird to you until the age of 23." Reply Dikta.

"Daddy..." Said Aza still continues to shower kisses on Dikta.

"The Aza.... Enough!!" At the touch of Dikta, his face was already red. But Aza still with his leisure instead pulled Dikta's hair until Dikta's face closer to his.

"I'm really gonna call Carol to keep chasing you, if you're still constantly thinking about my family's orders when you're with me. Ignore them!!! Lookatme!!! Anything related to my wishes is my right, no one can influence it even if it's my family or it's you!..." Speak with high intonation. Then push Dikta, and move from the sofa towards the room that Aza thought was the room.

And after a few seconds, Aza went out again.

"Where's the room?" Dikta stared at the door across the room that Aza had entered.

"Bring me my suitcase!" Say it, still with a tinge.