Dirga jealous

Dirga's eyes got big, and he turned away because he didn't want to look at Aisyah's phone.

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The doorknob was turned, and Aisyah walked in. She was smiling at Dirga as she walked in.

"Go ahead and eat, Ummi is waiting."

Dirga didn't talk to Aisyah, he just left her alone. Aisyah wrinkled her brows. Even though she had only known Dirga for two nights, she felt like there was something strange about him. Aisyah knew that Dirga was a friendly, outgoing person who liked to be around other people.

Seeing him walk away without telling Aisyah to stop gave the girl an odd feeling. Aisyah turned her head when she heard her phone ringing. She walked over to the bed and grabbed the six-inch-wide flat object.

When she saw the name on the caller ID, his eyes got big, and he wasn't sure if he should answer or not.

The tone stopped ringing, and Aisyah patted her chest. "Thank God," she said, happy that she didn't have to talk to a man who had been close to him for two years.

Even though they don't date, Kevin is always there to help Aisyah when she needs it.

When Aisyah read Kevin's message, she took a deep breath. Yesterday, she would have been happy to get a chat like that. But now, the figure of Dirga seems to be a barrier in Aisyah's heart.

Again, the girl didn't know why she felt bad for the man who was twenty years older than her, Aisyah and Dirga.

"Why don't you answer? There's something I want to talk to you about."

When Kevin's message came back, Aisyah took a deep breath and called him.

"Assalamualaikum," said Aisha.

"Waalaikumsalam, where have you been? Why doesn't my phone pick up when I call?" Kevin asked over and over.

"I've been helping my mother cook."

"I'm sorry to bother you." Aisyah didn't answer Kevin's small talk because she didn't want to.

"Oh well, I just wanted to ask you what color you want for our goodbye. Kevin went on.

Aisyah was quiet. If Kevin had asked her that question yesterday, she might have jumped for joy, but she doesn't seem to want to talk about costumes right now.

Aisyah finally said, "It's up to you."

"Really in my hands?" Kevin asked with some doubt.

"That's right, you just pick. If I pick the color pink, will you like it or not?" When Aisyah asked, she did this on purpose. Behind the phone, Kevin's clear laugh could be heard.

Assalamualaikum, it's been a while since my mom called me.

The girl didn't wait for Kevin to answer before cutting off the call.

"Hmmmm... hufffffft." Before going into the dining room, Aisyah took a deep breath and then let it out. This calmed her racing heart.

"How long? Your husband has been waiting for you!". Aisyah was told off by Mrs. Hafidzah.

The girl seems strange. "I just answered the phone." Aisyah is truthful.

Dirga looked at Aisyah, but he didn't say or do anything. Mrs. Hafidzah shoved the plate in her daughter's face.

"Get some food for your husband." Aisyah took the plate her mom gave her, put rice, fish, fried chicken, fried tofu and tempeh, sambal, and vegetables on it, and then set it in front of Dirga.

The man just stood there and stared at the piece that his wife had taken. But because he was mad at the girl, he didn't say anything. Usually, he would have reprimanded him in a quiet way. For the same reason, Bu Hafidzah shook her head.

The woman took the food on the plate and left. She was going to eat in front of the TV. He stopped Aisyah from taking the plate before he stepped on it. "Eat a plate with your husband. Ummi is afraid he won't be able to eat all the food you brought, so she will eat in the living room."

Aisyah looked at Dirga. The man washed his hands in a small bowl and then started bribing the food on his plate. He did this so much that a few grains of rice fell on the table.

Aisyah was shocked and felt even worse about herself. She had been taught how to serve the family, which included asking for the portion of food if she brought it, so she didn't know why she hadn't asked before.

"Hmm, I was thinking about Kevin, what's going on?" Aisyah was telling herself a story.

She was wrong to want to share a plate with Dirga, but the man didn't look like he was going to offer him food. Instead, he seemed to want to take it straight from Dirga's plate. This was rude, and she was afraid that Dirga would be mad or disgusted if she shared a plate with him.

She finally just sat down and waited. When she saw that Dirga's plate was almost empty, she got another plate, scooped the food onto it, and started eating.

Dirga is still not saying anything, and he doesn't even look at Aisyah. Even though he wasn't strong enough to eat everything on his plate, he waited for Aisyah to offer herself, as her mother-in-law had told him to.

They ate in silence. Dirga was done eating first. He took a sip of water from the glass that was there and then went straight to his room, leaving Aisyah to finish eating by herself.

"Why did Uncle become so cool, huh?" Aisha asked herself.

She shook his head. She didn't want him to think about Dirga, so she ate her food quickly, cleaned up the table, did the dishes, and then went to watch TV with his Ummies.

Dirga was lying in the room. His heart was confused, and he started to doubt himself.

"Why am I so angry? I should have started with Aisyah." The man spoke in a mumbled way because his wife had been quiet for so long.

"But Aisyah wants to invite the man who called to his last day of school party. Does that mean they have something?" He kept going.

"I can't let that happen. Aisyah is now my wife, and no other man will come near her.

"But how can I make sure he doesn't go to his graduation? Want to come, but we agreed not to tell anyone about it first."

Dirga woke up, brushed his hair roughly, and then his cell phone rang. He was confused.

Dirga frowned when he saw that the name of his wife was written on the screen. "Don't you usually hear from Amel? What happened?" He asked, and on a green background, he swiped the phone's handle logo.

"Assalamualaikum," said Dirgaa.

"Where are you, honey? I'm already home." Dirga greeted Amel, but she didn't answer. Instead, she looked for her husband right away.

"What? You, you're home?" When Dirga asked the man why he looked nervous, the man was surprised.

"Yes, I'm home, and here I am at home. Where are you? Come home now, I have a surprise for you." Amel's voice sounded spoiled.

Dirga was quiet, and the man felt like he hadn't heard his spoiled wife's voice in a long time.

"Hello, sweetheart, do you hear me?" asked Amel, she called Dirga several times because she didn't hear an answer from her husband.

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Hearing the door open, Aisyah walked in and walked up to Dirga, who had his back to the door.

"Rohi, Daddy has something to say."

Dirga was shocked when he saw Aisyah behind him. He turned around with a pale face.

"Who is that, honey? Where are you, honey? Honey..."