Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

If Your Attitude Keeps This

Lestari waved her hand while smiling sweetly at the two, while Dirga and Dhatu smiled clumsyly. Their brains are busy thinking of various ways so they do not need to linger trapped together in the car. The next half an hour would be hell if they continued together. Either a gripping silence or perhaps a heartbreaking debate that will accompany their journey later.

Did Dirga have to drop Dhatu once they got out of the housing complex? Dirga shook his head, he could not let the woman go by public transport at this hour, he could be late and somehow Dirga did not want the woman to get into trouble at the office.

The woman saved him at the dinner table, worked with his drama and made Lestari's doubts disappear. Especially when Dhatu tells a lot of things about his daily life that he really does not realize. The woman seemed distant, but as if so familiar as she was, felt close in a strange way. Though, he thought Dhatu was just like himself, hating. But the woman was not as bad as she thought.

In between eating breakfast earlier, Dhatu surprised him with many small things, such as; Dhatu who always prepares his gym needs or Dhatu who likes to secretly prepare his favorite sugarless black coffee at the desk workspace. Though they rarely exchange words and do not tell each other's likes. The woman learned all her habits, so that she got used to them. The most frightening thing for Dirga is the habituation that will slowly become opium.

"Be careful on the road, both of you," Lestari repeated for the umpteenth time. Dirga and Dhatu waved their hands with clumsy smiles, then they walked towards the car parked in the front yard of the house.

Dirga opened the car door for Dhatu, completing the play they were in the middle of the show. Immediately Dirga circled the front of his car and sat on the steering wheel.

"Let me down at the minimarket that is at the intersection before the office," said Dhatu as soon as Dirga started the car.

"Well, if tomorrow we leave early, you put me down in front of the complex. I'm gonna take the busway."

Dirga glanced at Dhatu at a glance, then looked back at the street in front of him. In fact, he could not bear to let Dhatu jostle in public transportation. Though the woman always went with a motorbike because she did not want to crammed, but because the woman could not choose another path. Strange ... Dirga should not feel pity. He should have been happy with Dhatu's idea, but not this time.

"No need to be. You keep getting in my car and I'll get off at the intersection."

Dhatu froze for a moment, feeling something was wrong with his sense of hearing. "Aren't you a problem?"

Dirga hissing. "I don't like this, but I want to do it again. As long as you're at home, you don't want us to work together." Dirga grabbed his wheel, "and I accepted your terms. I'm not taking Kana home anymore. Come to think of it, I shouldn't have brought Kana there. Especially if suddenly our family comes."

Both corners of Dhatu's lips are perfectly raised. He was unable to prevent a speck of happiness that spread to the corners of the heart. Either all of this was thanks to his fried rice or there was an angel who possessed Dirga, until the man was kind to her. If only, every day the man treated him this well. Maybe his heart won't hurt.