Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

Cold War

They had arrived home, all along the way, both stuck in silence. Dhatu did not want to persuade, while Dirga was still at home staring out the window, both chose to drown in silence. Both are as stubborn. Mr. Jamal who peeked from the middle rearview could only shake his head at the behavior of the two. Mr. Jamal helped bring down the luggage of both and into the house. While Dhatu sighed furiously seeing Dirga who still looked sulky and did not want to look at him. Really, Dhatu never knew if her husband could behave like a child like this. He could also have a cold war.

Dhatu walked first, passing through Dirga's body without wanting to turn his head, leaving Dirga who was pouting at his back that was getting away. Really, he did not understand why they were always like rats and cats that could not get along, as if not at home lingering in a state of peace. Like an enemy that will not give up.

Dirga decided to lay down on the living room sofa, while Dhatu had already walked towards their room. Dirga stared blankly at the ceiling of the room. Is he really guilty, to make Dhatu upset? But where does the error lie? He just wanted to help without any other intention. Shouldn't she say thank you instead of arguing? Yes, the woman should feel grateful, open even angry at him.

Dirga sighed fretfully. He actually could not stand the lingering silence like this, not satisfied himself clutching the woman's body and sharing the warmth in their bed, but the prestige rounded up his resolve, if he did not 'it just went down to Dhatu. It was not him who started the war, it was not him who had to end it.

Husband is still in the healing stage instead of being loved, even dicuekin. Fate .. fate ... Dirga closed their eyes, their journey was quite tiring. Let him rest for a moment, so that his mind can be clearer.

Minutes after minutes had passed, Dhatu who had just finished cleaning himself was shocked as soon as he found Dirga who had fallen asleep on the living room sofa. He took a deep breath and slowly stopped him. Is that the guy to her? Not to rest in the room. How can a man feel right when he makes a mistake? He should apologize and realize that his power-mongering attitude will make Dhatu in trouble. Dhatu's heart weakened as soon as he saw the handsome face, wanting to feel like he shifted a little of the man's body and drowned in his warm embrace. Dhatu shakes fast. He cannot lose this war. Dhatu picked up the blanket, then covered the man's body. Dirga is still in healing time.

Dylan decided to spend time in the kitchen. He had to prepare food for them. The war is still going on, but she does not want to forget her nature as a wife.

Minutes by minutes, Dirga woke up from her sleep. The worms in the stomach cheered cheerfully as soon as they smelled the aroma of cooking from the kitchen. Dirga smiled as she looked at the blanket covering her body. His heart is filled with happiness. It is possible that Dhatu is willing to end the cold war between them. With a big smile, he stepped into the kitchen. Happiness enveloped the heart, as soon as he saw Dhatu's back. He sped up the steps, his hands were about to embrace Dhatu, but he could not see Dhatu's flat face as soon as he turned his body. Dirga quickly pulled his hand and scratched his non-itchy head. His smile also disappeared. The woman was still angry and resuscitated him if their cold war was still going on.

"Anu .. I want to take the basin," said Dirga, trying to cover up his embarrassment that almost showed his defeat of the woman.

Dhatu frowned and looked at the man questioningly, a second later he turned his head to the upper cabinet and looked towards the basin arranged there. He didn't understand why Dirga needed the basin. Dhatu won't take a headache anymore. After all, they are at war.

"Take it," said Dhatu in the end, he left Dirga while carrying a bowl of soup and serving it on the table.

Dhatu sits on a chair behind the dining table. Want to call Dirga to join, but prestige, afraid to be considered defeated. All he did was fill the empty plate before him and his own plate. He looked at Dirga who seemed to understand and immediately sat in front of him. The two ate in a stillness that began to stifle the chest. He never knew that silence could be so painful. He misses Dhatu's voice, laughter, and the warmth of his body. Aaahh .. His brain wants to break his taste.

Minutes after minutes had passed, after eating, Dirga immediately walked to the room and cleaned up. While Dhatu cleaned their food marks. Both hearts were chaotic and suddenly poignant. The two never knew if silence could be so excruciating. Should one of them give up? But, succumbing will make his pride trampled, Dhatu shook his head. He will not admit defeat.

Both hearts beat wildly, Dhatu could not focus on reading material, as well as Dirga who felt the news on the phone was not interesting at all. Dhatu's presence by his side makes him want to bring the woman into the deck and share the warmth. Ah ... really he can't take it anymore. It turns out that a cold war like this is not good for his heart health.

"Anu ..." both said simultaneously. Stare at each other, then a second later their laughter breaks out. I feel silly and desperate.

"I'm sorry" said Dirga first. Just a few hours of showering each other like this made him unable to stand it. Dirga misses everything that is in Dhatu and does not want to continue the war that makes him more tortured.

"I'm sorry, too, Mom."

Dirga shifted her body closer, then hugged Dhatu tightly. The woman seemed to restore energy and also made her heart become more peaceful.

"I'm not supposed to make things harder in the office. I'm sorry."

Dhatu returned Dirga's embrace. He thought he would stand by and go into a cold war. In the past, they always stayed and avoided, but now everything feels very difficult to do.

"I should know that you're just trying to help me, too."

Dirga released her embrace, cupped Dhatu's face with both hands, and stared into Dhatu's bead.

"I don't want this war anymore, Tu. It doesn't taste good. My chest is tight" said Dirga, carrying Dhatu's hand to his chest.

Dhatu smiled and nodded. "I don't want to, either, Mom."

The two looked at each other and shared a laugh. Unknowingly, many things had changed between them. Not only are the hearts connected, but now the two are not able to be far apart.