Please, don't!

Dirga dodged Amel's throw, and the woman's face was red with anger as she wore her hips in the living room.

"Why do you want to go home? Still, you can't just go home!" Amel is still being annoying, and Dirga is still keeping quiet because he doesn't want to answer an angry Amel.

He was too dizzy, added guilt to the woman.

He just waited until Amel stopped nagging and walked into the room. But Amel doesn't seem to want to stop. He starts nagging as usual, and Dirga can still hear his first wife's voice like the sound of fireworks going off.

When Amel stopped to take a breath, Dirga asked, "Has it been a rant?" The woman's body was shaking with anger.

"You, instead of saying you're sorry, just shut up, don't you have a heart?" asked Amel.

Dirga's forehead creased when he said he didn't have any heart. He would have left Amel a long time ago if he didn't have a heart. He still lives with the woman, which shows that he still loves her.

"What do you want to say? I don't get it. I just got here, and you're already mad." Dirga finally spoke up because he was tired of always being quiet.

"Yes, I can't help but be angry when I go home and my husband isn't there. When I call, I hear a woman's voice, and then the phone is off, at least until now!" Amel said what was on his mind.

"So that's why you're mad, huh? Why don't you just ask nicely? "asked Dirga. He doesn't like people who are angry and don't know what they want.

"Just you say?" Amel yelled, ran over, and grabbed Dirga's hand.

Amel asked, with blue veins sticking out of her white neck, "Don't you remember what day it was yesterday?"

Dirga asked him, "What day was it yesterday?"

"You are, you bastard! Yesterday was the day we got married. I went home early on purpose so that we could celebrate together, but you weren't there!" Amel yelled, but her voice shook and tears soon ran down her cheeks.

Dirga's eyes widen. Even though he had planned to give Amel a ring on their wedding anniversary, he had forgotten. But as a dowry, the ring was given to Aisyah.

"In fact, you still love me, right?" Amel asked again, and now he has a very sad look on his face.

"Yes, but how can I remember if you don't come home very often? Don't blame me if I suddenly have a class outside of the area!" Dirga gave a reason because he didn't want to be held responsible.

"Honey, you're really out of line. Instead of saying you're sorry, you're putting the blame on me. You already know that I'm the people's representative, so whether you like it or not, I have to talk to more people who are in need." Dirga didn't understand why Amel was able to get out of it.

"Listen, you really are the representative who speaks for the people. But you must remember that your main job is to take care of your husband, not other people. The president's job is to look out for the people. Think you can't take care of me by yourself? You can, but this is a pretentious way to take care of people!" After he said that, Dirga left Amel.

Dirga's feelings were really tested. Instead of being greeted with hugs and kisses, Dirga was greeted with flying flowers.

He then grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. He wanted to take a warm bath to relax his body.

Dirga got into the bathtub, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on his body. As his mind wandered, it went back to times he had spent with Amel.

The man couldn't say that he didn't still love Amel very much, but he was just tired of the way his wife was acting.

Dirga's body and mind are calmed by the aroma of therapy that comes from the water. After almost an hour of bathing, he feels much better.

When he went outside, Amel was already sleeping, and her breathing looked normal. Dirga walked up to his wife, Amel. He looked at her beautiful face and saw that tears still stained her cheeks and the area around her eyes.

Dirga put his hand on his wife's cheek and gently wiped away the tears. He started to feel guilty, and while he was married, he never forgot their birthdays or their wedding date. Dirga doesn't remember it at all this time.

Dirga took his hand off of Amel as soon as she moved. He didn't want to be seen looking at his wife's face. Dirga's heart whispered, "Honey, don't you know that I miss you?"

Dirga's manly side started to get upset. I don't know how long he had been holding back the desire that should have been channeled, but Dirga got up, got dressed quickly, and left the house and Amel, who was sleeping.

Dirga went to his second wife's house. When he got there, Mr. Imran was having guests, so Dirga just said hello to his in-laws and the guests, made some small talk, and then went straight to his wife's room.

Dirga knocked on the door, but no one answered. He turned the latch, but the door wasn't locked. He opened the door, went inside, and sat on the edge of the bed. The bathroom had the sound of water running.

Not long after that, someone opened the door, and Aisyah came out wearing a towel. Dirga's eyes grew big, his mouth opened, and he smiled when he saw that his second wife was only using a towel that went up to her knees.

Aisyah didn't know Dirga was there, so she casually walked to the front of the closet and opened the wardrobe to pick out what to wear.

Dirga's chest rumbled when Aisyah took off the towel she was wearing and put on clothes.

"Come on, go up to her and hug her from behind. You can, she's your wife!" Dirga could hear whispers, and he couldn't lie with his face if he wanted the smooth body in front of him.

But Dirga only watched Aisyah do things after she took a bath. Sometimes she laughed when she saw Aisyah doing something she thought was funny.

When Aisyah turned around and saw Dirga already sitting on the bed and looking at her, she yelled, "Astaghfirullah!"

"How long has Uncle been there since then?" Aisyah asked, and when she saw how Dirga looked, her face turned pale.

Dirga didn't respond to what Aisyah said. Instead, he got up and went to talk to his wife.

Aisyah shook, and her face turned paler. "Oh, what are you looking for?" Aisyah asked when Dirga would be in front of her. She moved away until she couldn't go any further because there was a cupboard behind her.

"Uncle, don't mess around, Uncle. I can scream," said Aisyah panicked.

Dirga smiled, he tried desperately to hold back his laughter, seeing Aisyah's frightened expression.

The man locked Aisyah with both hands resting on the cupboard, Aisyah looked down, as Dirga's face got closer to her.

"Uncle, don't do it Uncle, I beg of you!" said Aisha quietly.

Dirga brought his lips close to Aisyah's ear, making the girl freeze.

"Please, not Uncle!"