The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 168. Angry Mode

Chapters 168. Angry Mode

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" I've hurt your heart. You've forgotten this promise.

All because of us... Man!"

(Taken from GIGI song lyrics ~ 11 January)

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Andhira

The woman had reached the threshold of her patience. It is a woman who upholds respect for people older than her.

Because for him the most important thing is our attitude, not the reply of others.

Dhira was really made faceless by her husband. She even forgot herself that she was pregnant. She walked without turning her head, while continuing to graze her husband's burly arms. It almost hit the light steel door.

" You are how the hell mas, can-can mas talk so to his mother mas Rangga. He's an old man!" dhira said furiously as they reached the outside of the room.

" If he's a parent, he should think and be able to behave as a parent naturally!" Abhimanyu does not want to lose. He felt innocent and had to do it.

" You don't really hear him say Shinta that way, but you are, I'm the only one who knows Dhir!" Abhimanyu exhaled a heavy breath. He's pissed.

Without any pain, the two of them fought outside. And it looks like the two are both unwilling to budge.

" Yes! I know Aunt Nisa's like that. But that doesn't mean you dare to answer!" Dhira was upset when her husband did not want to realize his mistake. She almost cried because she was arguing with her husband.

" I can't accept you being snapped like that, who dares to behave badly with an Abhimanyu's wife!" said Abhimanyu began to sound fierce and loud pitched.

Dhira looked at her husband's face with a cruel look. Her husband could not seem to be a little insulted by her pride. She is not unhappy when her husband defends her. She was happy about it, indicating that her husband loved her so much.

But what is under the line of Dhira, is an arrogant attitude that does not want to be warned. Dhira does not want her husband to be a person who is not good. One of them is being brave towards the elderly.

" I don't like it!" Dhira stared intently at her husband.

" Wherever they are, they are old men. And this mas is a Director who became a role model for many people. Shouldn't have behaved like that. Shame on!"

" How many times have I told you, don't like it to people!" Dhira's eyes and nose started to heat up. She wanted to cry because her husband would not give up and admit his mistake.

" Oh come on, Dhir, are we fighting for something like that?" Abhimanyu massaged his head that was suddenly dizzy because of the quarrel that should not have happened. He shook in disbelief and raised his hand.

It was their first quarrel after marriage. Abhimanyu could not tolerate anything that concerned his family. Not for anything.

" Oh, so I still don't want to feel that it's wrong?" Dhira folded her hands while looking at her husband. Dhira had been at the point of his patience back then.

" Andhira Avanti!" Abhimanyu raised his octave of voice as he looked at Dhira who also started to raise her voice.

The man with the dimples was confused. How to make his wife understand, if she can not allow others to act unpleasant to her.

" Did you snatch me?" Dhira with the nose lobe that expands, suddenly difficult to swallow his saliva. Now they really fight.

A tear slid without permission from Dhira. She was crying because her husband was stubborn.

" Sorry.me!"

" Mad snapped at me while I was trying to make ngingetin mas!" The teary-eyed Dhira now hardened her jaw while looking at her husband who looked regretful for raising his voice.

" Thira I...!" Abhimanyu massaged his forehead. The man lost control of himself.

Really he just wanted to make his wife know, if he would never be willing if someone else hurt his wife. No exception, young, old, anyone. There is no compromise on that one thing.

" Oh yes, I continue the attitude of people who do not want to be reminded of that!" Dhira heartily rumbled, waltzing away just like that. He was angry because he thought Abhimanyu was too arrogant.

Dhira's eyes were heating up, his heart was tight. Moreover, the pregnancy hormones further aggravate the kebaperannya.

" Dhira!!"

" Dear!!! wait up!!!

Abhimanyu chased after his sulking wife. Now it's all wrong. He also remembered that his wife was pregnant. And little did he know, the sensitivity of pregnant women is unequaled.

" Dear wait don't let me apologize!! Abhimanyu tried to grab his wife's hand, but Dhira brushed Abhimanyu's hand away by shaking his arm violently.

" Deliver!!" Dhira is still in sulking mode.

He pressed the number indicator button in the elevator. Abhimanyu swallowed his saliva with difficulty when he was in the elevator with his wife, who was in don't touch me mode.

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Abhimanyu

Really he had no intention to yell let alone hurt his wife. He is only tired if Dhira continues to blame him for the attitude he should do for people with Lambe turah like Bu Nisa.

Abhimanyu mindset at that time, a person can be appreciated if they themselves want to respect others. And Abhimanyu did not see that in Miss Nisa.

He cursed himself who could not be more painstaking when serving the kite of protest from Dhira. Dhira did not understand how important and valuable he was in Abhimanyu's life.

Abhimanyu would never allow anyone to hurt his wife. Both direct and speech. Moreover, he remembered and was aware of the difficult life that had happened in Dhira's past.

Now he shuddered himself when his wife was really sulking. Not pushing himself.

" Dear I'm sorry. Please don't be like this!" Abhimanyu with a grim face pleaded and wailed to Dhira. But Dhira who hurt because she felt snapped by her husband. I can't apologize in an instant.

Presumably he must understand, the creature named woman is indeed difficult to conquer if in Angry mode.

" Please excuse me, okay I promise I won't be. Dhir please you don't get me gini dong!!" when the elevator door opened Dhira still did not touch her husband's whining.

Even the nurses and other visitors at the hospital were until they saw them with full probing gazes. It was as if they were watching a drama.

Abhimanyu doesn't care about that. Now he's more worried about his future tonight. Oh no!!!

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Dhira is irked. A flash of ideas surfaced in his hot brain. He wants to go home to Kartika. Hearing Abhimanyu raise the intonation of his voice alone had made him emotionally ignited. Even though when he was still with Indra, he had gone through much worse things.

Does the pregnancy hormone really have such an effect?

He only intended to make Abhimanyu a deterrent. She wanted her husband not to be an arrogant man. She wanted the other person to respect her husband not out of fear, but out of disdain. Because of that fear and reluctance, it was clearly two different things.

Fear, makes people depressed. And stress makes people do everything not based on sincerity. And if we do not do it with sincerity, then we will only get tired.

While reticence is more a natural respect, which arises because of the basis of sincerity because of appreciation for one's good attitude. Makes us tend to be sad.

For a moment, Dhira remembered Devan who often swallowed the effects of her husband's arrogance.

" Well, baby where you're going, our car's right there!" point Abhimanyu towards the special car park.

Dhira did not respond, he chose to go out to the hospital exit. Wanted to take a taxi to his mother's house.

And it seems that luck is on Dhira's side. Coinciding with him who wanted to ride a taxi, came an Argo taxi that dropped off passengers in front of the hospital.

" Enempty sir? take me to the blood near Silasona!" dhira told the taxi driver. And the driver, immediately nodded enthusiastically.

" Loh Dhir, where are you going?" Abhimanyu was confused, his car was still there while his wife was already sitting in the passenger seat.

Abhimanyu had become a slow man at that time.

" Lock the door, sir!" pinta Dhira so that her husband does not follow her to sit in the passenger seat.

" Dhir, open the door. Where are you going?" Abhimanyu banged on the door of the taxi. But the driver seems to have been intimidated by Dhira. Make that driver, now allied with his passengers.

" Road sir!!" said Dhira without caring about her husband who looks overwhelmed with confusion and obvious sadness.

" Dhira!!!

" Dhira!!!"

Shouted Abhimanyu frustrated because his wife had darted with the light blue taxi. Leaving himself with meaningless regret.

At once Abhimanyu was lethargic and limp. They really had a fight.

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