Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

He's Not So Bad

Dirga observed Dhatu eating food in silence. Dirga felt a little guilty for starving the woman. Smile again adorned his face, the unabashed happiness Dhatu showed made him look like a child. Sweet.

Dhatu who is aware is suddenly noticed wrong behavior and tucked the child's hair behind the ear nervously. His heart was pounding erratically, probably just anxious because he was not usually looking at him as he was now. Although almost every day met, not once they linger in the same room.

"Is there something on my face?" Dhatu asked while raising his face and venturing to look at Dirga. The man cleared his throat, then threw his gaze in the other direction.

"Fast to eat" he said flatly, "what data do I ask for on this laptop?" continued Dirga while pointing at the laptop that is beside Dhatu food.

Dhatu nodded, then handed it to Dirga. Dirga opened the laptop and Dhatu gave some sheets of paper containing the report they were working on to Dirga.

"Continue eating, let me check."

Dhatu glued for a moment. He thought Dirga would tell him to stop eating and explain what was there. Dhatu was powerless to point his gaze in the other direction. The serious face of Dirga who was staring at the laptop in front of him seemed to bewitch Dhatu. He was fascinated by the man's good looks that increased while working. Perhaps, he was too lucky to have a husband who was so handsome, a man that many women coveted. His luck would feel complete, if every day the man treated him this well.

"I can't work if I keep seeing it that way."

Dirga's words disperse Dhatu's daydreams. The woman became misbehaved because she was caught observing Dirga, she looked down embarrassed, while Dirga laughed a little at the face of Dhatu who somehow looks so adorable.

Dhatu resumed eating and did not dare to look at Dirga again. His shame has not disappeared, so he does not want to drop his pride again by being found openly observing the man.

"Do you like the food?"

Dirga broke the silence between them. Dhatu who had finished eating, immediately closed the box and cleaned the table of the man in front of him.

"Like."

"From tomorrow, make me lunch again. I'm eating restaurant food."

Dhatu looked at Dirga in disbelief. Hasn't the man ever brought the provisions he prepared? Until he doesn't make it anymore. Dhatu does not like to throw food away. Today, he also did not have time to prepare provisions for himself. Blame only his eyes that could not be closed because of their condition last night, while the man had already fallen asleep first.

"Aren't you afraid that I might be poisoned again?"

Dirga leaned back against the back of the chair and chuckled softly. "Are you going to poison me?"

Dhatu is really unusual with Dirga's relaxed side and willing to laugh with him. Not to be unhappy with the other side that the man showed. It's just, Dhatu is unusual.

"Depending on your attitude," said Dhatu trying to slur, but he regretted his decision when Dirga silently looked at him with a gaze that he could not understand.

"The one in the elevator, was he your partner?"

Dhatu nodded. "Mas Krishna's a division with me."

"You call him Mas, and call him Lord? There's only Mama, you just called me Mas. Do you think that's natural?"

Dhatu frowned. Really, he doesn't know what happened to Dirga today. It was impossible just because he ate his fried rice, the man suddenly behaved well. Is this for the sake of building chemistry between them as long as Lestari is at home? The man was always very professional, even willing to be kind to him so that no one would smell the peculiarities in their relationship.

"I don't think you like being called that."

"I don't complain when you call me that in front of Mama. How can you think if I don't like it?"

Dhatu really can not understand the will of the man, himself like being faced with a math problem that is difficult to solve.

"So ... You want from now on I call the venerable Mr Dirga Mas?"

Dirga clucked. "Yes." Yeah."

Dhatu nodded in understanding. "Good."

"One more, starting tomorrow every twelve o'clock, come to my room and bring me the lunch box you prepared from home?"

"Huh?" Dhatu was unable to hide his surprise. There must be something wrong with his sense of hearing.

"You mean?"

Dirga hissing. "It turns out you're slow. I can't carry my own box. Where do you want taro? I don't want to carry a small bag so, so from tomorrow, you bring it to my room."

"But, people will be suspicious," muttered Dhatu half-whispering as he bit his lower lip. Adjacent to Krishna was enough to add an enemy to his life. What if he met Dirga every day with a lunch box? There will be a lot of mouths that catch him.

"Why think about people, I'll ask you directly to your boss."

"That only makes things worse."

"Then, just resign, let you be safe."

Dhatu snorted annoyed. He began to understand the man's meaning. Furious, Dhatu said, "I'll come every day, so don't expect, I'll resign!"

Dirga laughed a little. That woman was too easily fished. When asked carefully, he thought too much, but when he asked the woman to resign, he instead became eager to answer his request. A truly unique woman.

"I'll wait."

Dhatu stared at Dirga sharply. He won't back down when challenged. He wants Dirga to see his sincerity at work. She is not a weak woman who gives up easily.

"Jam twelve exactly, I'll bring you your food."

Smile etched on Dirga's lips. "You should also accompany me to eat. By carrying daily reports of consumers received. I saw a lot of bad comments on our social media about our repair service, so I had to analyze it. Service data can be pulled from the call center, so I asked you who came here and I do not like dealing with people who like to look for face. When you're done, I'll analyze our technicians."

Dhatu was stunned, then beroh-ria. Now he knows why he chose her. Shouldn't be, he's big head. The reputation of Mira who often looks for face with superiors may have reached his ears.

The man has charisma as a leader. Although his attitude sometimes changes, but he thinks about the job well and wants to find a way to advance the company he leads. Maybe, Dirga is not as bad as it seems.

"Good."

"I am good. It no longer hurts."

"Ok, Sir."

"Sir?"

"Ok, Mr. Dirga."

"Master?"

Dhatu shuffled hair in frustration. "Ok, Dirga's Mas."

Both corners of Dirga's lips were raised perfectly, while Dhatu was looking at the man annoyed. It turned out, being with that woman was a lot of fun, Dirga thought.