HANDICAPPED GIRL

46 GC

"Because we are legal as husband and wife, now this room is our room" said Dirga shortly after the door he opened and glanced at Nia who stood slightly behind him. No longer the Dirga who used to like to say rude and rebuke Nia, now her tone gently greeted the dim. A smile was also released from his lips.

"Neck....!"Dirga back swinging a step. Invite Nia to go deeper. Go towards the door that adjoins the bathroom. Nia knows exactly what space it is. Because in the past, he often packed and cleaned it. Walk in closet.Place clothes Dirga.

Upon arriving at the room, Dirga pressed the light switch. The room was immediately bright. The lights on each shelf come on. The bias of light lamps about glass makes the space more impressed wow.

Dirga clothes neatly arranged. Based on its use. Such as a series of special hangers for suits and office clothes. Being on another shelf special casual shirt.

The end of each shelf is filled with Dirga collectibles. There are watches, belts, ties and so on, all neatly arranged. Pampering the eyes that see it.

"On the right this part sister, on the left will have Nia. Ntar brother asked aunt to help me move the goods of brother to be moved here all" explained Dirga while pointing the index finger to the wardrobe on his right.

"No need" Nia replied briefly and ambiguously to the person who heard it.

Highlight Dirga's eyes squealing, he demanded an explanation, what Nia meant. Indeed, the two had not much communication, the last time Nia came home from the hospital. That's not much either. Just talking about marriage. The rest of Nia remained sniffed to Dirga. I don't know until when. Dirga must multiply the stock of patience.

"He won't stay here long. Nia wants to come back to the village. So there is no need to bother making all this "Say Nia lightly without burden. That's how he said it. Not thinking about his status that had just changed less than an hour ago.

Nia raised the kebaya that swept the floor. He twisted his body, walking leisurely leaving Dirga who was still digesting his speech just now. The man was staring. It only dawned when Nia was in front of her king-size bed.

"Now you are my wife. You can't make your own decisions. You'll have to give me permission!" Dirga chased after Nia who was almost nearing the door. He's tired, a little hooked, spontaneous speech goes up an octave. The calls used, too, drastically changed from 'sister' to 'me'.

Unfortunately, Nia did not. Retractable door handle. Prepare to get out of Dirga's room.

"Where are you?!" dirga quickly held the door open. The body is deliberately peppetkan to the door leaf. His hand grabbed Nia's wrist.

"Pass....!" sentak Nia's. "I'm going to mom's room!" His gaze was sharp to Dirga's eyes.

"Well?"

"Rest...! emang did it again. I'm tired" he continued.

"If you're tired why come down again? Here you can immediately rest. Tu's... In bed! brother will not bother you" pointed Dirga with the tip of his chin. He tried to persuade.

"Surge ..ihhhh.....!" Nia tried to push Dirga's body. But what does his power mean. It will not be comparable to the strength of a man who is already titled her husband.

"No"

"Sir Dirga want what the hell...? Said Nia with her shoulders up and down holding in anger. Not to mention his reddened eyes were staring at Dirga sharply. A little more, his tears must have broken. Only he knows how scared he is of Dirga now. Nia desperately endured the trauma. Especially now that they are in the same room. Nia was afraid that the incident a month ago would be re-enacted by Dirga.

"You why the hell...?! Since yesterday was it the same with me?! I'm sorry. And you need to remember, I'm your husband!" press Dirga while pointing at her own chest. At least he did not move from the door.

Dirga who was quickly aware of his attitude just now, immediately regretted. Why is it so hard to get rid of this habit.

"Sorry" he said slowly. His face was back to cool. He's sorry.

"Sorry .." repeated Dirga while trying to touch both of Nia's shoulders. Sweetheart as fast as lightning Nia rewinded her body.

Nia did not answer, but her tears were filled with hatred. Moreover, Dirga who again raised her tone, really made Nia even more afraid of the monster man.

In the middle of the atmosphere that could be tense. There was a knock on the door behind Dirga's back.

Tok.....

"Den .... It's bibik" The aunt's voice turned out. Dirga turned around to open the door, while Nia turned towards the bed, not wanting aunt to see her teary eyes.

Dirga just opened the door as wide as his body. He does not want aunt to see the condition of Nia who is crying, can be a long affair if you get to know Mr. Ramlan. Wasn't that old man telling Nia to be happy. It's only been an hour married Dirga has made his wife drop tears. Although not entirely wrong Dirga anyway.

"Thank you.....!"

"Sama-sama, someone needs a aunt please, such as bringing a drink like that" bibik bargained, while trying to sneak peek at the contents of Dirga's room. More precisely kepo want to know, what the newlyweds just did.

Bibik also saw Dirga's face slightly red, surely it was due to the cut heating. The woman smiled mesemically.

"Nothing" Dirga's eyes followed the aunt's point of view. Curious.., did aunt see Nia. The aunt's face was a little strange.

Fortunately there was no more Nia near the door. Thankfully.., Dirga was a little relieved.

"Eh...Then, the bibik pamit ya den" The bibik twisted the body. But had not been able to step, the aunt returned to face Dirga. "In addition, do not rush, just slow down. The heating should be enough, so as not to bother. Ntar was the shooter" The aunt said softly. He shut his mouth giggling. Quickly leave the shocked-looking Dirga in the doorway.

Dirga shook his head. Turns out his brain lips were absurd as well. The old man could have thought there. Let alone the honeymoon, which Dirga became months of frustration Nia. His wife was still fierce, even fiercely like a jungle cat.

"Bring first, sleeping with a dry body is not good. Not to mention with such a thick shirt" Nia lay down with her back to Dirga. There were still traces of tears on her cheeks. He heard what Dirga said. Just to tell him he's not interested.

Dirga let out a long breath. Again. and again, he had to be patient to face this one pregnant woman.

A stack of Nia's clothes were stored on Dirga's nightstand next to the headboard. After putting that down, he went to the bathroom.

The sound of the bathroom door was heard, becoming a sign that Dirga was the one who entered there. He'll take a shower, that's what Nia thought.

Nia sat down, she saw that there were already several pairs of clothes on her left nightstand. Now Nia who was confused, stayed out of the room, or persisted.

Chequek.....

Not yet decided, the bathroom door opened again. She was the same as before, she had not taken a shower.

Both eyes rubbed against each other. That loveless husband, smiled towards Nia. Quickly Nia threw away the view, there was a debate that was difficult to pin down.

"The warm water is ready. Take a shower...!. Brother will come out" said Dirga softly, not like earlier.

Dirga entered the walk in closet. Nia was still sitting staring at the walk in closet door that had just been closed.

Three minutes, the door that had been tightly shut was again opened. Appearing Dirga in a casual t-shirt. His pants are the same as before. Black cloth pants. He changed his clothes without taking a shower.

"If you need something, you're downstairs" he told Nia. At all Nia did not intend to reply, she preferred to stare at the wall on Dirga's appeal.

"So, come out first!" After saying that, Dirga immediately exited the room.

***

"Why did you ask to get married anyway? We agreed to take him down with that video. Why is it different now? Don't you still love her?!" bernad's consecutive questions lay to Geby who suddenly appeared in his apartment.

Not just visiting as a guest, but he longs for the reliability of Bernad who is able to fly himself to the clouds.

"Don't get angry first dong ..., baby...." Geby caressed the spoiled cheeks of Bernad overgrown with fine fur. Sitting spoiled on the thighs of a man of widower status. Bernad was a widower with no children. He was abandoned by his wife because of infertile.

"Solicit marriage for what??? So that he can dredge his treasure until there is little left"

Both laughed very scary. Bernad who was angry, was immediately happy to hear the reason Geby asked Dirga to marry.

Seriate.....