
The whole body of Monaliza feels like a pegel-pegel. It felt like he did not want to get up and get out of his bed that morning, if only his stomach was not as hungry as it is today.
He spread out his hands freely, flipped his body left to right, and squirmed for a moment there. Suddenly Monaliza jumped in shock, she immediately sat down as her pair of eyes collided with Dirga who was sitting casually on the sofa while watching her.
"Well, really - so timid, why can I forget that I'm not at home right now" Monaliza pretended to pack her blankets, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"What are you doing?" dirga asked still looking at Monaliza who looked wrong.
"I-I'm making my bed, sir" said Monaliza trying to spread out the thick and heavy blanket.
"Don't do that, let the housekeeping do its job. Does your leg still hurt?" ask Dirga again as he approaches.
"It's healed, it's healed sir" said Monaliza quickly. He was afraid that the man would carry him again everywhere if he said his legs were still sore.
"really? Let me see, "no waiting for an answer, Dirga uncovers a thick blanket that covers a pair of Monaliza's legs below her. He began to touch and press slowly, while watching Monaliza's face, whether or not his wife reacted to the touch of his hand.
"Didn't it hurt?" tanya Dirga is still pressing.
"No sir" said Monaliza lying, in her heart she screamed loudly withstanding the pain, until her face was blushing.
Dirga smiled inwardly, knowing that Monaliza was lying. From his ankle alone can be seen still a little swollen, indicating not healed properly.
"Then get ready, we'll go out to lunch with Papa and Mama, Papa-Mama Han, your mother and your sisters" Dirga said, standing up and moving back to the sofa.
"M-lunch?" monaliza's face was shocked.
"Yes, lunch. Why?" He asked back, feeling strange with his wife's behavior that looked shocked.
"So it's noon?" Monaliza again asked her question to make sure. He held his stomach which was very hungry. She remembered that she could only fall asleep before morning, it was all because Dirga her husband, who kept clinging to her all night, made her forced to stay awake even though she was closing her eyes. Plus her body that is difficult to move, worried to disturb her husband's sleep, so that when he wakes up his body feels so pegel.
"Yes, you missed your morning breakfast. It's your vitamins and milk, I've prepared it for you." Dirga went back to Monaliza and offered vitamins and milk to her pregnant wife.
"Thank you" Monaliza received some vitamins and put them in her mouth and swallowed them with a glass of water that she did not spend. Afterwards, he greeted the glass of milk Dirga gave him, still feeling warm in the throat as he gulped it down.
"I'm sorry, sir" Monaliza looked at Dirga for a moment and immediately turned her eyes to the glass of milk that had been empty in her hand.
"Sorry for what?" tanya Dirga was still standing by the bedside waiting for Monaliza to return the empty milk glass to her.
"Waking up bad luck, I think it was still morning, not this afternoon," said Monliza felt guilty mixed with shame.
"Oh that, no problem. It's only the first day you've been my wife" Dirga said flatly.
"Yes sir, I remember everything" said Monaliza lowered her head while nodding softly, not daring to look at Dirga, because only the first day they married, she had done one that her husband did not like.
"Give me your empty glass, and take a shower, we're waiting" Dirga said with her right hand outstretched to Monaliza.
"I-iya," Monaiza immediately handed her empty glass into Dirga's hands. After receiving it, Dirga then moved back to her sofa and sat there while checking her phone.
Monaliza shifted to the edge of the bed carefully, grabbing her ready kimono towel over the nightstand, who else if not Dirga who prepared it, making Monaliza even more unpleasant. In his heart he promised himself that he would not repeat the same mistake.
Monaliza grimaced in her heart as her left leg was tracing down the floor, still feeling faint there, trying to hold her back so her husband wouldn't notice. She did not want to be a spoiled woman as her husband had said.
Actually Dirga did not have the heart to see it, he was worried if Monaliza to fall, especially when Monaliza was pregnant with her child, especially now, but he wanted to see where the woman he was married to could survive with his attitude.
Monaliza walked carefully, trying not to be seen limping towards the bathroom. While Dirga continued to watch over him, because he did not want to until something happened that harmed his wife.
Before long, there was a gurgling of water from the bathroom, indicating the person inside was performing the ritual bath. Dirga immediately rose to the wardrobe, choosing a dress color that was suitable for Monaliza to travel that afternoon with him.
Chequek!
Monaliza came out of the bathroom wearing her kimono towel with her hair still wet. She looked around, looking for her husband. Somehow, he felt very relieved, when he did not see Dirga's whereabouts there, at least he could feel his life a little free now without the shadow of his rigid CEO's husband.
When he saw the dress and a set of underwear were ready on the bed, Monaliza's face again blushed, he turned left and right, looking back, looking for the existence of Dirga that is not visible everywhere in the room.
With a teetering step, as no Dirga saw him, Monaliza immediately approached his clothes and immediately put them on.
"It turns out the size fits all. How did he know?" Monaliza muttered in her heart while pecking herself in front of the mirror looking at the reflection of her reflection.
Chequek!
Monaliza was shocked, staring at the open door.
"You ready?" Dirga came closer carrying a paper bag in his hand.
"S-already sir," said Monaliza again acting clumsy, the aura of the boss and subordinates is very felt to make it not as relaxed as before. Dirga crouched down in front of Monaliza, removing the pedestal from inside the pepper bag that he brought from outside.
"Wear this, pregnant women like you should not wear high heels for a while," Dirga said while helping Monaliza wear her tepek footwear made from satin, the soft leather of choice.
"How's it?" dirga asked, after she finished helping Monaliza put on her tepek shoes.
"Comfortable, and soft-footed," said Monaliza as she moved her legs slowly.