I'm Not Taking It Again

Jewelry And Daster

After finishing eating and drama Niar is jealous. Dirga took Niar to a shopping center in Malang City. Possessively, Dirga continued to hold tightly Niar's hand because many eyes stole a glance towards Niar.

"I don't like you being the center of attention" Dirga added.

"Moreover me," Niar replied fiercely.

Dirga was very anxious with Niar's attitude like this. Since the school age until now Niar's angry adult remains the same. Still adorable.

"Know you are jealous" he said, poking Niar's nose.

"I'm so excited about it." Dirga laughed and grabbed Niar's waist.

"I won't be able to turn my back on you, darling. No way you can, your pellets are too strong and ingrained to hit me" he said.

"Sad." Niar leaves Dirga and Dirga quickly pursues Niar and holds his hand back.

Dirga takes Niar to a famous jewelry store in the mall. Niar frowned. However, Dirga's hand continued to bring him into the store.

"Welcome, sir," said politely to one of the employees. Dirga just nodded slowly.

"Take out the latest and also the most expensive models." The employees also issued various kinds of jewelry from the latest models to the most expensive.

"Choose, whichever one you want, which one." Niar looked towards Dirga. Only a nod of the head was the answer.

"But, Ay ...."

"Pick it, honey. You're too plontos without any accessories in your body."

Accessories said? This diamond is not a stone.

Niar is still silent to make Dirga impatient and choose a necklace for Niar. Dirga put the necklace on Niar. A white gold necklace and a small heart crowned with diamonds.

"Beautiful" he said.

Niar looked at the glass and his lips were perfectly aligned. "Thank you, Ay." Dirga nodded slowly. And now he chose a bracelet for Niar.

"Ay, this is it. If that bracelet I rarely use," he added.

Dirga is still Dirga, he chose a bracelet for Niar and also a ring. Niar just shook his head.

After he finished getting paid, Niar clucked in annoyance. "That's a very much ten rings," said Niar.

"Let's change the fit you wear," said

Dirga.

"Where am I going? At most I work on the mattress, the well, the kitchen."

"Egypt," he jolted.

"Ay, mending buyin negligee tuh make at home later," pinta Niar while pointing to the store that sells batik-patterned negligee.

"Oh my goodness, Mrs Dirga Anggara is a negligent." Dirga shook his head in disbelief.

"Why did Ay come?"

"You must be beautiful to your husband, when at home must look beautiful so that I love you more."

"And being the wife of a Dirga Anggara it must be classy darling. Keep your head up when you meet anyone." Niar laughed at the words of a company owner who turned arrogant.

"Where else are you going?"

"I'm sleepy, Ay."

"Go home, yeah." Niar nodded with a paper bag from the famous jewelry store.

"Well, can we postpone our reception first?"

"meaning?"

"We prepare when we are in Jakarta. I don't want you to go again. I'm afraid that anything will happen to you" he said.

"Reception in Jakarta is already Mama and Papa who take care. So, after the wedding ceremony. We and your family flew straight to Jakarta."

Niar nodded. "Don't leave without me" he said. Dirga looked at Niar and kissed his forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere, honey. I'll just go with you."

Arriving in the basement of the Dirga apartment. He took Niar's hand to the elevator and pressed the number 17 button where the unit was.

Their steps came to a halt when someone called Dirga. And went straight to Dirga and touched every part of Dirga's body.

"Sir Dirga is okay, right ...."

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Notes.

This DN story is a fictitious story so do not be equated with the real world. So, do not mind when I make Dirga part stay at Niar house or vice versa and they are in one bed together. The most important thing I have emphasized in every sentence that Dirga said. MY LOVE IS GREATER THAN MY NAFSUKU, so nothing happens with them. In the real world there are even more severe than the couple DN kan, nginep at home his partner just for 'pleasure'

So, just enjoy the plot and the story.do not make me down, because writing the story is not as easy as you read it.