Hidden Leaning
Scars

Both Dirga and Kyara remained silent for some time, with masses they did not count. Both were surprised.

There was longing, resentment was also disappointed in the highlight of the man decorated with tattoos on his right hand.

"Will. Leave me and this woman." Xander's orders are indisputable.

"Good sir."

After the departure of his assistant Dirga first mastered themselves in comparison with Kyara. The beautiful woman had already shed her tears as well as her nose that had turned red. Kyara steps closer to the man who is now more stocky than she last saw on the night of the young man's birthday.

"Dirga." Kyara's great-grandson. He dared to touch the cheek of a man in front of him.

"You said something?" ask Xander coldly.

"You Dirga, I can't misidentify anyone." Between the pleasure and confusion that he feels, is this really his family or just like the pic later.

"I've been friends with storms for a long time, drizzling like this doesn't mean anything to me" Xander said. He wanted to emphasize that he was no longer a warm Dirga, now he has become an accomplice of the devil who always wanted to hurt others.

"You don't recognize me?" kyara asked, there were actually many things she wanted to tell the man in front of her but it was all broken when she did not respond.

"I don't know who you are!"

"Did six successful years make you forget me? It's not good, papa." Kyara wiped her tears rough.

"Tell me what's your purpose in my office.?" hearing that sentence Kyara felt proud of the man before her. This company belongs to Dirga. Regardless of how the man gets Kyara, he still feels happy.

"none. I'm going back. I'm sorry I got the wrong person." Kyara was about to leave but her hands were firmly blocked by the ptia.

"You recognize me as who Miss is? A boy you ever smeared? Or as a husband you left without clarity?" Dirga squeezes Kyara's body against the wall removing the distance between the two, squeezing her burly body into the tiny body she longs for.

It turned out that as strong as Dirga brushed aside the feeling, Kyara still held her heart until this moment. The proof is that he is affected when Kyara misrecognizes him.

Kyara is convinced that the man who is trapping her is Dirga.

"Dirga."

"Don't say the name of that stupid teenager. The young man had been dead a long time ago, since six years ago when a woman had simply appeared to him. You see this strong, burly, tough man in front of you is Xander Ivarez. I could've done anything to you Kyara, killed you mutilate yourself, or shackled you for the revenge I had on you. You're guilty Kyara! You're guilty." Again her body snapped at her right in front of her, Kyara even closed her eyes very tightly, she felt the disappointment and anger of the man before her.

"Yes Dirga I'm guilty." Kyara ventured to stare at the bead inside which was blazing flames of anger. If only Dirga tattoo was able to emit fire then Kyara's body will turn into ash grains with a count of fingers, so sharp eyes that looked at him.

"You deserve punishment from Kyara." Dirga or Xander cupped Kyara's fragile jaws, the grown man blindly touched and enjoyed anything he could feel.

"You owe me Kyara." Xander uses the face of Kyara.

"Once Xander's wrong. This isn't right." As much as possible Kyara refused Dirga touch which unfortunately he also missed the touch.

"You're still my wife Kyara. We never got divorced. I swear I won't let you go." Xander carries Kyara's body to the top of the soup in his room. And when Xander uncovers Kyara's clothes, his gaze is severed on the scar on his wife's lower abdomen, he grips her for a moment with his wandering mind.

"What wound is Kyara?" dirga asked, he was petrified in his place. He recalled that if his wife's body was very smooth without any defects in the abdominal area, Dirga also noticed that the scar was a neat stitch he thought it must have been a scar.

Dirga was still thinking, he was off guard unknowingly Kyara had reached the door and exited her room.

"Damn." maki Dirga.

He will never lose track of his woman again.

"Will follow the woman." Xander rules his assistant.

The pain is still felt, but Dirga does not want to be separated from the feeling that has bound him for six years.