Not Duda

Starting Habits

The waves that continue to chase on the beach became the most comfortable place for Krishna to calm himself at this time. The uneasiness so continued to haunt his mind. For some reason his encounter with the figure of Dila so quickly made the heart of a handsome policeman crazy. Even with the status of marriage, he still felt afraid of losing Dila.

Here Krishna sat pensively believing that inside Dila was sleeping after enduring the excruciating pain. Women are like losing energy.

The nanar view of Krisna continues to pay attention to the cool atmosphere on the beach.

“Should I hand Dila over? But I love her so much. I needed my wife so much.” she muttered to herself.

The shadow will live with solitude again making Krishna reluctant to let go of Dila.

“Dila I've saved and cared for until now. Well, she's my wife. She's mine.” The man moved into the house. He headed for one of the rooms that became a storage of some important items of his. Including the file of the wife he just found in the city before his submission to this island.

Not aware if from the outside there is a faint figure who is walking to find the whereabouts of the husband. Dila continued to step out of the room. His eyes blinked several times trying to see with clear eyes.

“Where is he?” ask Dila in my heart. Krishna doesn't see it here. Until he saw a small open door.

“Oh maybe he's there.” he guessed. Because it is the work space of the husband who has not been neatly arranged.

Dila slowly stepped closer until he stopped to open the door when he saw the husband who was communicating with someone.

“Usahakan no one can reach this island. Well, you take care of all that news. At least this island will be a safe place for my wife. If there is no other way then the only thing is that I will stay here for my wife.”

“Iya, I know. But the memory can recover then the memory is not impossible if it can not recover as well.”

That was the brief conversation that Dila heard. When the call was interrupted, Dila realized that she had to go back into her room.

The woman rushed in. His mind is getting messed up right now. He lay with his eyes closed.

“What exactly? What does this island have to do with me? Why is this place the safest? Who am I?” Various questions lodged in Dila's mind.

There is no prejudice against the husband. However, she somehow felt that Krishna was hiding something from her.

Dila also began to think. All the shadows that often crossed his mind and their relationship to have to move residence so that it became a big question mark for this woman.

“Come remember, Dila. Who me? Does Krishna know who I am?” the question is back in the heart.

This time Dila was eager to enter the husband's room. He was sure that in there must be an answer that he asked there.

Until the daydream in the eye closed instantly when the sound of the door opened from the outside.

“Honey? Dila?” The two-time call from Krishna did not want to be answered at all.

He wanted to calm himself down by not talking to the man in front of him right now.

Kristian approaches the bed. He also broke his body beside his wife. Feeling a close distance, suddenly Dila reflexes away. There was an uncomfortable feeling when they were close together.

“How is it still dizziness?” krisna asked who saw his wife's eyes open wide. Instead of answering, Dila shook her head.

“I'm fine.” he said.

Krishna went back to his wife, but Dila moved away again. Suddenly it made Krishna frown deeply.

“What's up, Honey?”

“Please don't get close. I was hot.” Dila replied quickly and hurriedly left the bed. He chose to leave the room leaving the husband astonished.

“What's with him? Dila hasn't remembered everything, right?” Chris was afraid of what he was thinking.

The man rushed to follow where the wife was going. Unexpectedly if the woman is currently in a yoga position on the beach.

Things that Krishna never saw while he was living with his wife. He gulped his saliva. Dila's slight behavior made her very wary at the moment.

Activities that he naturally did without any recuperating memory.

He slowly approached his wife. “Since when did you find out Yoga?” ask him curiously.

Long Dila did not answer.

“Honey, I'm talking.” he said back in an overtime tone.

“This is the first time. Either I feel like doing this only.” answer that is not so short Dila catapulted.