Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

Jealous of Your Cause

Dhatu glanced at the two paper bags he placed back at the table in Dirga's room, then threw a glance at the man. She was worried, should she take all the gifts from her husband? Not unhappy or ungrateful, but bringing all the stuff back into the room will make many people look at him suspiciously. Moreover, he had just come out of Dirga's room. There will be a lot of talk about their relationship. He does not think of himself, because he is used to being considered ugly. It's just, he doesn't want Dirga to experience the same thing. Enough of her being insulted, not her husband.

"What do you think?" dirga asked while rubbing Dhatu's forehead which began to wrinkle. He smiled observing Dhatu's serious face.

"If I say, you can't be angry or angry, can you?" Dhatu looked at the man full of pleas. Dhatu does not want to start a cold war again, therefore he does not want any other understanding between them.

Dirga smiled and nodded. "Say me." He tucked the girl's hair behind his ear.

"Are you sure you're not going to get angry?" Dhatu has confirmed.

"Now, you're going to make me angry, Tu. You know for yourself that I'm not a person of patience, right?" Dirga chuckled softly to see Dhatu's face that immediately frowned because of his words.

"I'm afraid you're angry."

"I really want to be angry about you."

Dhatu chuckling. No more flirting with that guy. "Can you bring the gift home? I can't bring all that back into the room."

Dirga looked at the woman sharply. "Why? You wanna keep somebody's heart in there? Afraid someone is angry? Would anyone complain if you received a gift from someone? You could have said that it was your lover's gift that happened to pass through your office."

Dhatu knew this would happen. The man will again misunderstand. Even though his intentions were good, he did not want anyone to misunderstand. No one would be angry if he received a gift, no one was special but that man. Why did Dirga not realize it.

"What do you mean? Who and why should anyone be angry?"

Suddenly nervous. She doesn't want to look like a jealous husband, but she feels it's too hard to control. Getting into it just like that, making his mind messed up.

"Then why don't you take her to the room? I just want to give you what makes you laugh. I love to see your laughter, but you're too afraid to accept my gift."

Dhatu took a deep breath and greeted him slowly. "You don't have to give anything to make me laugh. By your side, I feel happy," Dhatu smiled mania, "What would people say if they saw me coming out of your room with all your gifts, Mas? They will definitely think, you are teasing a subordinate who is so inappropriate for you. They'll judge you ugly and I don't want that."

Dirga clucked. "Why is it always about what people say anyway, Tu! I'm really getting sick of hearing that." Dirga stood up and grabbed Dhatu's wrist, "I'll tell the whole office that you're mine. My wife," he continued while pulling Dhatu.

Dhatu stood up, but removed the man's hand from his wrist. "I also don't want to live with what people say, I don't care if they judge me bad, but I can't hear bad words about you, Mas." Dhatu gazed into the bead of the man's eyes before him, trying to get the man to understand. This is not the way he wants to tell the world if they have each other.

Dirga tried to regulate the anger that began to enter his bath. He regretted choosing to keep their marriage a secret at the beginning, until he had to accept the consequences of his decision first. If only, he had let all Dhatu acquaintances be present, then everyone would know what kind of relationship there was between them. They also do not need to hide and act foreign. Dirga sat back down, followed by Dhatu. Dhatu held both hands of the man.

Dhatu frowned, staring at the man in disbelief. "Who are you jealous of, Mom? What can you be jealous of?"

Dirga raised his head and cupped Dhatu's face with both hands. "What's the connection between you and him?"

Dhatu increasingly did not understand the direction of their conversation. "Him? Who's he you mean, Mas?"

"The only man you've always seen with. One room with you. Which you always call me."

Dhatu seemed to think, a second later his laughter broke. "True, Mas." he held his tummy shaken with laughter, "Mas Krishna was like my brother. There can't be such a relationship between us."

"Are you sure?"

Dhatu kissed the man's lips. "You're adorable when you're jealous."

"I'm serious, Tu."

Dhatu hugged the man tightly. "A million percent more. You're the only one in my heart, my dear."

What a great influence Dhatu, by hearing the sweet words from the lips of the woman, Dirga felt happy, his jealousy evaporated out of nowhere.

"Let me take it all to the car. Go back to your room."

Dhatu nodded, thanked him, then kissed the man's lips before walking out of the room and leaving the man. After Dhatu, Dirga cheered cheerfully and smiled to decorate his handsome face. He was so happy because everything was clear. There was never anything between the two and that was more than enough.

Minutes passed, Dirga, who had just finished her work, decided to walk to the pantry and stretch her body there. Enjoying a cup of coffee would be better. Dirga is a boss who is always independent, so rarely bother his own secretary just for eating and drinking. As long as he can do it himself, he will not tell anyone else. Everyone smiled when they met him who Dirga would reply with a short nod and a thin smile.

Arriving in the pantry, Dirga immediately started the coffee machine and made his favorite Capuccino. The conversation behind the wall made Dirga stop his steps. Not because of kepo, but the name Dhatu yag is softened to explore his curiosity.

"So Mas Krishna rejected me just because of Dhatu? She loved him so much that he rejected me so many times. Why can't you see, if the person you love is standing in front of you right now!"

The tone full of anger and the name of Dhatu called, made Dirga's heart unsettled. He was about to walk closer to the pair of human children, but was stopped when the shadow of Dhatu was present in his mind. He ruffled his hair. To tell and forbid others to like Dhatu only he cannot, as if he has no rights. Really, he did not understand how to improve their situation?

Dirga decided to turn over the body and leave the pantry. His heart and mind were back in chaos. He must find a way to let everyone know that Dhatu belongs to him.