Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

Everything That Looks Perfect

They are more silent as they drive. As usual Dhatu will wait at the mini market near the office and go home with Dirga, the man never again asked Drew to drive him home since there was Dhatu, more precisely, the man, since her mother stayed over and forced the two to leave together. Dhatu glanced at Dirga, not understanding what had happened to the man. Though, before that man could already smile when Dhatu left his room, then why did he come back moody?

"Is everything all right, Mom?" ask the worried Dhatu. Dirga turned a glance, smiled and refocused on the street in front of him. Dhatu observed Dirga's face, trying to guess the reason for the man's mood swings.

"You sure?"

Dirga nodded, then gently rubbed Dhatu's face. "I'm fine, honey." Dhatu smiled with relief listening to the man's words.

"I think, it's good if indeed you want to stop working," said Dirga suddenly. Dhatu frowned. Do not understand, why suddenly the man said things that had been disturbing his mind. Perhaps, there should be some who succumbed among them.

"I thought about it too. Being in the same office will definitely make things difficult for you."

Dirga. "I don't have a problem. It's just ...."

He let his words hang in the air. It's just, I'm afraid of losing you he said in his heart. Call himself selfish because love can sometimes be as terrible as that. Not willing to let the people we like glanced at or close to others. Therefore, Dirga does not understand why there are people who are able to love without having.

Dhatu gripped Dirga's arm at a glance. "I understand, Mas. You're afraid to make me go wrong. Let's think first, then decide what's best."

The two exchanged smiles. Actually, that is not what disturbs Dirga's mind, but Dirga does not want to look weak because of the insecurity that plagues his heart.

Minutes passed, when he got home, Dirga asked Dhatu to clean up immediately, while he headed to the kitchen and cooked dinner for them. Today, he wanted to spoil the woman. He doesn't want anyone else to do the role he should do for his beloved woman. He could also treat her like a queen.

Dirga cooks simple meals. Just Spaghetti Brulee, a blend of bolognese pasta sauce with brulee sauce from mozza cheese, cheddar and milk makes it very delicious. He hopes Dhatu can enjoy his cooking. Dirga arranged the food to the dining table and smiled with satisfaction staring at the work of his hands.

The rare sound of Dhatu's feet going down the stairs caught his attention. He walked over, and extended his hand to the woman. Both share a smile. Dirga leads Dhatu to the dining table. The woman could not hide her admiration by looking at the handwork of the man.

"Secretly you must have ordered food online right, Mas?' tanya Dhatu carelessly looked at Dirga suspiciously. The man laughed, then pulled the chair, and invited Dhatu to sit down.

"Eat and try first, just come."

"I'm not gonna have a stomachache after eating this, am I?"

Again he laughed. "Why not prove it yourself? Back then, when I was in college, I was sent by Papa abroad. Being used to living alone and having to save money, makes me start learning to cook, so you don't have to worry about my cooking results," said Dirga proudly as he held out the cutlery to Dhatu, the woman accepted it while saying thank you.

Dhatu is happy to hear the old story about the man, a time when they have not met. Knowing a piece of the story about Dirga's past, made a smile adorn his face. A second later, the man sat down in the chair beside him. Dirga brought sausages and various condiments of tableware to Dhatu. Dhatu frowned, not knowing the reason for the sweet attitude that the man showed today.

"You don't really hurt anymore, do you, Mom?" dhatu asked while placing the back of his hand on Dirga's forehead.

"I'm lucky to have you, Mom."

Dirga pulled Dhatu's hand on the table, then kissed the back of his hand. "I'm the luckier one" he said staring into Dhatu's bead.

Both share a smile. So many things are still stuck in the heart, but Dirga is sure, if they can find a good solution. I don't want to be selfish in loving that woman. The woman taught him many things. Loving and being loved.

***

Morning's approaching. Dhatu was astonished to open his eyes, but did not find Dirga by his side. He called the man's name, but there was no answer. Dhatu's worries vanish as soon as he descends the stairs and finds Dirga in the kitchen. The man seemed focused, unaware of his presence. Dhatu hugged the man from behind, leaning his head on the back that had been making him feel comfortable.

"Good morning," said Dirga stroking Dhatu's hand that was coiled on his stomach. Dirga released the woman's embrace and flipped her body.

"August, Mas. Why don't you wake me up if you're flabby early this morning."

"You wanted a surprise, but you got the wake up. Just sit there sweet."

Dirga smiled and pushed Dhatu's body away, led the woman to the dinner table, and asked her to sit in wait. Dhatu shook his head, a smile still adorning his face. He watched Dirga in silence. The man is good at using a knife, like watching a cooking show he often sees on television.

Before long, Dirga had come to him with two dishes of fried rice, one of which was placed in front of Dhatu. The smell of Dirga cooking made the woman smile.

"It looks good."

Dirga smiled proudly. "Of course, who used to cook." Appreciated to sit next to Dhatu, "eat first and we'll leave for work soon."

Dhatu nodded. The two ate breakfast with occasional sharing of stories and laughter. Both hearts were filled with happiness. Now, everything's perfect.

***

Dirga was unable to hide his surprise, so opened the door of the room and found the woman he had avoided sitting on the sofa there. The woman smiled sweetly as she walked towards him, but Dirga ignored her by walking away, towards the table of her greatness.

"What do you want and why did you get into my room?" dirga asked as soon as he sat in his chair, he looked at the woman researching.

The woman will not be provoked by Dirga's anger. He smiled sweetly, sat down in front of Dirga, and said, "Your receptionist is having lunch. Surprisingly the door to your office was opened and blocked, because there was no one, I ventured and came in here," said the woman, folding her hands at the table, "we need to talk, Mas. I can explain everything," continued the woman as she looked at Dirga pleading.