Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

I'm Lucky

The middle-aged woman stopped her movements that were about to enter the inpatient room, she smiled watching the backup in front of her. A pair of human children in front of him were making friendly outings. He was relieved, the decision to send both to Bali bore fruit. Love must be nurtured and watered, if it is silent only, then the sense that it will never be present. The woman again closed the door, making the man who had been tailing behind look at the woman questioningly.

"Why didn't you come in, Mom? How's Dirga doing?"

The woman smiled and pushed her husband's body away. "There's nothing to worry about, Pa. Dirga just scratched a knife. He's fine, really."

"Loh ... how scratched? How did you get to the operation? Mama does not really love her son. How can you relax that."

The woman clucked. "So calm down, Pa. Our son is well" said the woman, pulling her husband away from the door, while the middle-aged man stared at the door and his wife in turn. Increasingly clueless with the wishes of the middle-aged woman.

Sanjaya did not understand why the woman suddenly calmed down. In fact, when he heard from Abra, he immediately pulled Sanjaya to go to Bali together. He even willingly snapped at the man who said he was busy, but now the woman even looks indifferent. Too relaxed for a mother who was panicking not playing when she heard her favorite child was injured. Really, Sanjaya doesn't understand how the mind of a woman is too complicated.

On the other hand, Dhatu let go of their kisses and gently caressed her husband's face. The man clasped Dhatu's hand on his cheek.

"I want more than kissing" he said, smiling mischievously. Dhatu can feel a sense of heat radiating on both cheeks, the shadow of their hot bed game so imprinted. He wants more, but of course he can't.

"You're still ashamed of your own husband, Tu." Dirga gave a small laugh looking at the face of the woman before him. Why is she so adorable? His face made Dirga want to eat the woman.

"Don't say anything weird, Mas. You just got operated on."

"I can still play with my beautiful wife, really."

Really, Dhatu did not understand why the man was so fond of teasing her. Do not know him, if now Dhatu is not able to withstand the turmoil in the chest.

"Don't keep teasing me and think about your wounds, Mum."

Dirga showed a disappointed face. "Ah .. You're blinking, but it's so gurgling, Tu."

Dhatu shook his head, her husband was like a different person from the man he had known. It's warmer, it's more relaxed, and maybe this is the other side of Dirga he never showed. The man's attitude made him feel if they were a normal couple in general. Who meet and unite because of love. Which has the basic foundation to build a common household of stairs, love. The two exchanged smiles and a few minutes later the door opened. Lestari and Sanjaya smiled as soon as their eyes met each other, the two walked over.

Lestari immediately rubbed the face of her beloved son. "You all right, Ga? Still sore?"

Dirga clasped his mother's hand, smiled, and shook weakly. "I'm fine, Ma. It's just a small cut, just a scratch and nothing to worry about anymore."

"And it's been explained it's all the same Abra, Pa. Why is it still? You should ask your son's situation" said the woman beside Sanjaya, making Sanjaya grimace at his beautiful wife. Really, Sanjaya always goes awry near that woman. Panicking wrong, looking relaxed can be even more wrong.

Dhatu smiled observing the scene before him. His father and mother always hide a small quarrel from him, so he does not know if a long-married couple can still look friendly when arguing. Will he and Dirga be like that when they get old? The thought of the future and aging together warms Dhatu's heart. Everything seems clearer now. They will be together until death do us part.

"No pa-pa, Ma," Dhatu said trying to defend his father-in-law, "the culprit has not been caught and this incident is still being investigated by the authorities. We're gonna catch him soon enough to find the culprit, Pa, Ma."

"This father is insensitive. People are still sad, even interrogated like cops."

"Why is papa always wrong, Ma?" the middle-aged man's face showed despair which made everyone in the room laugh.

Dirga quietly clasped Dhatu's hand, reflex making the woman stop laughing. The two looked at each other and shared a smile. Lestari who watched the eye-cooling scene cleared her throat.

"No, look, Pa. That's your son all right. We become like a mosquito repellent here," said Lestari while smiling seductively at Dirga, while Dhatu lowered his head in shame. They should have been able to act ordinary in front of those elders.

"Yes ... Mom and Dad went back to Jakarta. There's Dhatu who'll take care of me here." Dirga still clasped Dhatu's hand, not letting the woman pull her hand and try to let go. Not only his parents who can look friendly, Dirga did not want to be ashamed to show his affection with Dhatu.

"Let's give you back all the panic that Papa put out because of you, and then you can kick us out."

Dirga laughing. "Goodoo, Ma, Pa."

Lestari smiled and gently rubbed the top of her son's head. "The most important thing is that you survived, Ga. Take a few days off and go straight back to Jakarta. Don't start working once you get to Jakarta." Lestari turned to Dhatu, "you also take another leave, Tu. Later papa who directly talked to the HR department and also your boss," continued the woman.

Indeed Dhatu is disinclined. What people will think about it. Although their relationship has improved, but until now no one knows his status. It does not feel good, if the owner of the stock immediately asked for permission. Does he have to give up his job?

"No, Pa. Later let Dhatu who permission directly," said Dirga who seemed able to read his mind, "yes, Tu?"

Dhatu nodded. "Yes, Mas." the woman turned to her father-in-law, "later Dhatu who will ask permission directly to the superior. Dhatu doesn't want to trouble Papa."

The middle-aged man smiled. "No parent would feel bothered by helping his son, Tu."

That is the Sanjaya known to Dhatu. Gentle, considerate, and the figure of a father dreams many people, just like his father. The man never distinguished him from Dirga. Dhatu is very lucky. Not only did he get a husband who loved him so much, he also got two parents who loved him.