LOVE THE RECEPTIONIST

78. Family Dinner Invitation

"Thank you" said Dirga, breaking the silence in the car, after a long time the two were as silent as they always did.

Monaliza turned to Dirga who was driving with a straight look forward without even glancing at her, making Monaliza hesitant to respond to her husband's words just now.

"Sir Dirga is talking to me?" ask Monaliza to make sure. Despite his doubts, he still decided to ask so as not to be considered indifferent.

"Yes, isn't it just me and you?" sahut Dirga without looking, his gaze still pokus ahead, pay attention to the crowd of traffic roads in front of him.

"What do you mean, Dirga, thank you for?" ask Monaliza in her formal style as usual. Yes, so the household they just built, feels very stiff with each other. And that's certainly not surprising. Between the two, only know each other limited to working relationships, between leaders and subordinates. And the marriage happened - even because of Dirga's sense of responsibility to the woman he had smeared to conceive her child.

"Thank you for not accepting your ex-boyfriend's gift" Dirga said flatly. Monaliza was stunned for a moment, without saying anything else, she turned her eyes away from her CEO-style husband back to the front, staring at the bustle of the city traffic on the day of the holiday.

"Yesterday, during our marriage blessing, I also saw the presence of your ex-lover in the back seat" continued Dirga again. Monaliza immediately turned her head, looking at Dirga's face that looked still flat as usual, holding the steering wheel and staying focused on the road in front of her.

"And yesterday was also the day of her wedding to the woman named Nadya, the only daughter of the Wirelles family," Dirga said.

"Is that true?" asked Monaliza with a surprised look. Of course he had just heard the news from Dirga, because some days he had lost contact with his former lover.

"Certainly true, of course" said Dirga flat. He could see Monaliza's shock with her tail, as well as when her wife turned her face away from him and looked back to the front, as if through the windshield in front of her.

"Even if you already know. But I, your husband, keep telling you, never get in touch with your ex-lover named Leon again," said Dirga glanced at his wife who was still staring straight ahead.

"Are you listening to me?" dirga asked flatly, in fact he knew, his wife must have listened to what he said, but he was curious and curious about the response of the woman who became his wife.

"Yes, I listen to you sir" said Monaliza quietly.

"Good," said Dirga prepared to continue his next words.

"It's nothing. I just don't want your ex-lover's family to hurt you again like the hospital at the time" Dirga said.

"And if that were to happen, I would not remain silent, for you are already my wife. The woman I have to take good care of." Monaliza glanced with her tail at Dirga who was talking seriously with a flat face without any emotion. Not angry, not happy, not sad. No expression there.

It was only today that Monaliza heard Dirga talk to her quite a lot, unlike the previous days, opening her mouth when needed only.

Dirga turned his wheel to the left, entered the area of a foreign house for him, as well as for Monaliza, he then parked the car right in front of the house with a yard that is wide enough, decorated with a neatly arranged garden so that it looks green, green, and colorful flowers add to the beauty of the big house.

"Whose house is this, sir?" monaliza asked while watching the luxurious house that stood majestically in front of her from behind the glass of Dirga's car.

"Okay, I don't know either. Papa-Mama Han invited us to lunch here, that's all I know," Dirga said as she opened her seatbelt.

"Don't sir, I can still do it on my own" Monaliza said, as Dirga's hand helped her unlock the seat belt that seemed to be hiding near her hip, after her husband had finished removing the seatbelt from her own body.

He did not say anything, he continued to do what was forbidden by his wife, opening the seat belt lock that was near his wheel. Monaliza did not say anything else, it was useless, her husband would definitely not listen to her thought, even though he actually felt uncomfortable, he did not want to be said to be a spoiled wife, either, nothing done by husband.

Monaliza held her breath as Dirga's head accidentally touched her chest as the man lowered his head, opening the lock next to her other hip, whether she thought Monaliza would not move, worried about flirting with her husband. Ah, there's no way, that expressionless man couldn't have done it on purpose" Inner Monaliza again

"Let's get off" Dirga who first got out of his car immediately opened the door beside Monaliza and let his wife out.

"W-what are you doing sir?" Monaliza again jerked when her body was already in Dirga's sling.

"Holding you," said Dirga as she walked into the house, carrying Monaliza's body in her arms.

"Please let me go, sir, I can walk alone," Monaliza pleaded with a thrashing, so that Dirga would let her down, she never thought, the man always did something without his permission first. Yeah, that's what he said last night when the two stayed at the hotel.

"Shut up, don't you dare to rebel. Remember, you're my wife" said Dirga half-threatening.

"But sir, embarrassed to be seen later," interrupted Monaliza still trying to thrash.

"No need to be ashamed Monaliza, you two are also legal to be husband and wife," was heard the voice of a woman who is not foreign to her inquisition, making Monaliza immediately look towards the arrival of the voice.

Kontan, Monaliza's face immediately met red, in the newly entered guest room and Dirga who carried her had gathered Papa-Mama Han, Mother Bianka, and Papa-Mama from Dirga. They looked at each other and smiled at each other.

"Sir, please put me down," Pinta Monaliza again in a half-whispering voice.

"Then I remember when I was young" continued Han's mother with a seductive smile, all the old people who were there smiled again to see what they were seeing.

"That-, ah I mean, Monaliza-, her legs hurt, so I carried her," Dirga said stammering with nervousness, after successfully lowering his wife's body from inside her sling while pointing at Monaliza's swollen ankle.

"Your feet why son," Bianka's mother immediately got up from her seat, then crouched down to check her daughter's legs.

"It's okay Mom. Mona was just thinking, tripping over a doormat while at the hotel. But Mr. Dirga had already massaged and laced him with medicine, so the pain had lessened.

"Dirga, you are careless to look after your wife, the new first night your wife's leg has been injured," Surya's mother's scolding also approached and examined her daughter-in-law's leg, as well as Han's mother.

"It's okay Madam, it's not Mr. Dirga's fault, it's my fault, it's not careful walking," said Monaliza who had no intention of defending Dirga.

Kriuukk!

Back the old men looked at each other, the voice was very clearly heard from the stomach of Monaliza, spontaneously the young woman held her stomach with her face again met with red to withstand embarrassment.

"Dirga, don't you feed your wife?" dirga's father, Mr. Surya, said he felt sorry for his poor son-in-law, had sprained his legs, then starved.

"Never," said Dirga briefly without expression as usual, and without feeling shame or guilt.

"You are," Dirga's mother immediately grabbed her son's thigh with a pinch of super-jitnya made Dirga a little squeal with the pain of the mother's pinch.

"Ma, it's not Dirga's fault, we did not deliberately eat lunch because invited to lunch here by mama Han," protested Dirga did not accept himself to blame.

"Dirga was right Father and Mother Surya. Then, we just go straight to the dinner shirt, pity Monaliza, we all must be hungry, too" said Mr. Surya mediate.

Seriate...👉