Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

Dream All This?

A few minutes later Dirga returned to see him in the pantry. The man smiled sweetly at Dhatu who was already sitting in the pantry chair while staring blankly at the cup of tea in his grasp. The man sat down in front of Dhatu.

"My dear rice in the room?"

Ah ... Dhatu had already thought of a more elegant question, such as; did you throw my rice away or did you take where my rice was? Yet another question came out of his mouth.

"You think?"

Dhatu. "You dumped? I never throw food away. Why are you throwing away food? You don't know that there are still many people out there who have trouble eating and you just throw away food?" Dhatu was upset and he did not try to cover up his anger.

He does not like to throw food. Let him finish the food until his stomach explodes, rather than having to throw it away. Perhaps, for a man who is a lot of money like Dirga it is trivial, but throwing away food is tantamount to wasting sustenance and not being grateful. In fact, out there, there are still many people who are struggling with food, so willing to do anything to fill their stomachs.

Dirga took a deep breath and swallowed him slowly. "Give it to Mr. Sarjo, OB."

Dhatu seems to feel guilty for accusing Dirga just like that. He lowered his head, then muttered softly, "Sorry."

"Do you not have money, so you have to buy food with other men?"

Dhatu raised his face and looked at the man annoyed, the guilt he had felt evaporated just like that. Not yet had he responded, Dirga took out a wallet, then handed a debit card to Dhatu.

"That's my debit card. Password 080607, take money from there for your needs and the needs of our home. Every month I would transfer twenty million to that account number."

"Are twenty million too small?" Dirga resuscitated Dhatu from his reverie. The debit card has not been received Dhatu, Dirga put it in front of Dhatu.

Dhatu. "Of course not, but why all of a sudden? Besides, I have my own money and don't have to give me your debit card."

Dirga hissing. "You're my wife if you forget that."

Dhatu's heart suddenly worried. "You're healthy, right? I don't have to be a widow at this young age, do I? If you do have a critical illness, tell me, I'll be ready."

Dhatu put on a serious face. Worriedly waiting for Dirga's answer, she prepared herself for whatever the man would tell her. The man froze, a second later his laughter broke. For a long time Dirga never laughed like today. Dhatu knitted his two eyebrows together, increasingly puzzled at the laughter of the man before him.

Dirga stopped his laughter. Really, the woman was able to comfort him. "Silent. I'm fine."

"But ..." All this still doesn't make sense to Dhatu, but it doesn't know how to convey it. Not to feel ungrateful for the good change that man showed. It's just, too suddenly.

"Back to work, I'll wait at the mini market this morning. We should go home both. If I hadn't come. Wait and do not go so," said Dirga who answered a nod by Dhatu. The man immediately stepped away leaving Dhatu with all his confusion.

It's impossible that overnight, someone could change so much, right? Is the man beginning to realize all his kindness?