Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

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Haira kept hitting the number on her phone screen, but the answer she heard was still the same. Only the voice of the telephone operator says that the intended channel is out of reach.

Haira's getting restless. It was already midnight, and since leaving earlier, Dirga had not also given him any news, let alone come to him. I do not know how many messages he sent to Dirga, but until now has not been sent.

Between being tired and angry, Haira forced herself to sleep. However, deep in his mind, Haira had already devised a plan that he would do tomorrow.

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Inside the room, Calya had just finished cleaning her face. The woman changed her clothes in a nightgown. Dirga was reading some work files that he had left behind for several days.

However, at once Dirga's view was shifted. Highlight his eyes darted on the body of his wife who was momentarily innocent without a thread. Calya took off all her clothes, including her underwear, before returning to wearing an ivory white nightgown made of satin. The sleeping dress was beautifully bent on Calya's body, coupled with a small strap model and a low cleavage.

As Calya turned around, she was shocked to find Dirga had been behind her.

"Darling .. You are so beautiful. I missed you ...." Dirga muttered softly while putting both of her hands on Calya's shoulders.

Calya flinched for a moment. His heart is beating unbecoming. He was also confused as to why it became like this. Why should she feel uncomfortable with Dirga's treatment like this while the man is her husband.

Calya tried to catch her breath, calming herself down. Perhaps, it was his disappointment in the man that made him this way. However, Calya could not deny if she also missed her husband's soft touch.

Slowly, Dirga's face drew closer to Calya. The man then dropped his lips right on her lips. Sipping and poking it full of love. Calya was just groaning. Although his body wanted to rebel, his heart accepted the treatment.

Dirga is still her legal husband.

"I love you, Calya. Everything's gonna be fine. We'll be together forever." Dirga whispered softly in Calya's ear.

The woman was lulled in her husband's fondling. The passionate love that is stirring at this time seems to remind them of their first night. Only love and affection filled their rooms.

The night crawled more and more as the waves of longing crashing in every romantic jolt poured by Dirga on her lover. Until the whirlwind of satisfaction full of happy romance ended the fatigue of a pair of people who brought them to sleep in each other's arms.

***

This morning, Dirga was already preparing to leave for the office. Calya drove her husband to the front of the house. A friendly kiss landed Dirga on Calya's forehead.

Calya also released Dirga's departure with a sweet smile until the motor driven by her husband drove and did not look anymore. After that, Calya started her own activities. The beautiful woman began to look at the plants in front of her house.

Meanwhile, behind the outer fence, a woman had been observing the movements of Calya and Dirga. He is Haira. The woman felt her heart so hot after witnessing the friendly scene of the two people.

"Why do they look okay? Even so friendly?" Haira muttered alone.

With certainty, the hijab woman walked into the yard of the official house.

"Excuse me ...."

Someone's voice from behind, making Calya turn her face and body. For a moment, the two beautiful women stared at each other with a raging feeling in each other's minds.

"Yes? Can I help you, Ma'am?" calya asked while trying to remember who the woman in front of her was. He felt he had seen it but had not been able to identify it with certainty.

"Yes, of course," replied Haira. His eyes were so sharp that they hit the woman before him. There was such a great jealousy in Haira's heart.

"Oh yeah, say, Ma'am. I will try to help you as much as I can." Calya smelled a smile.

For a moment, Haira observed Calya from top to bottom. Looking at the woman's wet hair, Haira immediately felt a burning fire burning through her heart.

A moment later Haira's gaze fell onto Calya's body. A house garment was embedded in his slender body. Body shape similar to it. Semampai height.

The knit shirt of my side sleeves and leggings that Calya wore made her look the same as a teenage girl. That made Haira a little stunned, although her heart still would not agree if Calya was more attractive than him.

Feeling himself being noticed in such a way, Calya again said, "Mbak ...."

"Heh .. oh!" Haira was startled for a moment, then re-arranged the pattern she said, "I .. I am Haira."

"What?!" This time it was Calya who was shocked.

As if holding her breath hearing Haira's confession, Calya tried to re-regulate her breathing. However, he knew that Haira was in this town. Although he never thought that Haira would dare to come to his residence.

"Would you like to come here?" ask Calya slowly.

"I want to see my husband" replied Haira.

The looks of the two women gripped each other. There is a current of resistance and competition between them. Of course, the status of the two of them as the wives of a man led to that.

"your husband? Who?" calya asked, making Haira look furious.

"Of course it's Dirga Mahendra" Haira replied in a defiant style.

"Dirga Mahendra is my legal husband, Calya Janalin. Our marriage is lawful religiously and legally." Calya doesn't want to lose.

Haira was surprised by Calya's words. He did not expect that the woman he thought was so easily conquered so far could challenge him with blasphemous words.

"You're so proud of that status right now? But ... I know if you are unhappy with the status of Dirga who is no longer your husband. Aye right?" Haira.

"Dirga married you only for humanitarian reasons. The marriage should be of no value to him, because anyway he kept coming back to me .. his beloved wife," Calya said.

Haira again felt slapped with Calya's words.

"Listen to this .. you will not last long with that marriage you are proud of. It is I who will reign in the heart of Dirga, and also his parents. You must have known, right, the reason Dirga's mother brought him to Surabaya? I am pregnant with our child. The fruit of our love that you couldn't give!"

This time it was Calya who felt attacked. Back again, said the child like a curse that sliced his heart.

Calya was still speechless as Haira moved a bit of her face towards Calya.

"You want to know how Dirga touched me on the night of our honeymoon?" whispered Haira.

Calya did not answer, just stared intently at Haira. His breathing rumbled, as if holding back the turmoil of anger.

Even until Haira continued her words, "Dirga fucked me so passionately and passionately, as if she had never felt the satisfaction of**** before."

Plaque!

Calya slaps Haira's cheek. His breathing was hunting more and more as his eyes were rounded. While Haira, now holding her cheek while smiling cynically at Calya.

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