My Husband Amnesiacs So He Hates Me Back
Chapter 4: Night Separate Bed

The room is now ready for Dirga. Comfortable room, fragrant room, which now the room is filled with candles aroma therapy favored by Dirga.

Dirga who was waiting beautifully completed his task, took the initiative to sit waiting for Beautiful in the family room while watching his favorite television broadcast. Beautiful who saw him then approached Dirga, to inform him that the room he wanted had been prepared.

"Mas.." called out to Dirga very gently.

"What!" answer it firmly.

"Mas.. That's.. Your room is ready, I've tidied it up. You can rest there".

"Yes! Let it go!", so tightly Dirga replied Beautiful.

"Mas, I'm staying first.. I'm going to cook. If you need anything, you can find me in the kitchen", with a sweet smile.

"So far from before! Just go there! Why did you tell me that, huh?! And I don't want you to call me Mas! I want to be your husband! If I hear you say that again! I'm not afraid to do bad things to you! Understand?!" In her eyes Beautiful with full of angry emotions.

"But.. How should I call you Mas?"

"Akhs! This woman talks a lot! Just call me Dirga! You bother me watching television, I am now uncomfortable here! Have I told you not before to leave? Why are you still here! Just interrupt!", Dirga got up from her seat.

"Go there! And step aside don't block my path!", push Beautiful firmly, so Beautiful falls to the floor.

"Akhhhh.", Beautiful groaning in pain.

"I told you before! It's your own fault!", the sharp gaze looked at the Beautiful that had fallen on the floor.

Without the guilt of Dirga who had pushed Indah down to the floor, now left just like that. Beautiful moaning endured the pain, several times he tried to get up but it was very difficult to do because it felt very painful.

"What am I doing wrong?", only one question popped into the head.

Now the beautiful tears just came out, venting the sadness and pain she felt. How sad it is beautiful to get rude behavior from Dirga.

Feels everything has been better, Indah continues her daily activities. Beautiful heading to the Kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of them, cooking chicken soup Dirga's favorite food if he is sick. Beautiful can remember all the small details of Dirga's favorite, without her knowing all the things directly from Dirga's mouth.

All of Dirga's favorite foods are neatly arranged on the dining table, the fragrance spreading throughout the room. Lovely step into Dirga's room, telling her dinner has arrived.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

The knock on the door was slowly made, so that Dirga did not feel disturbed. But there was no sound of any answer Dirga gave behind that door, Indah initiative knocked back. Still Beautiful did not listen to anything, Dirga who was sensitive to the sound did not respond to anything. Indah became worried, without thinking about it she immediately opened the door to see the state of Dirga.

Sure enough Indah did not see anyone in the room, Beautiful who was confused then immediately look for the existence of Dirga on the other side of the house. But it all turned into panic, Beautiful did not see Dirga anywhere. Lovely trying to contact Dirga, that way was the only thing that came to her mind.

The more beautiful the fog made her, feeling as if she felt Dejavu when looking at the surrounding conditions. It is beautiful to be afraid if he has to find a fact, which he does not want. Beautiful did the same thing as 3 weeks ago, waiting for news from Dirga in the living room with a mobile phone that he was holding.

Creaks.... The sound of the main door opening, Beautiful to see Dirga behind the door.

Beautiful who immediately ran up to Dirga quickly. Both beautiful eyes that look swollen, because of her crying while waiting for Dirga to come home.

"Mas, out of nowhere Mas.", with a breath of gasp.

Dirga looked at Indah with a face full of astonishment, feeling annoyed at the attitude of Beautiful towards him Dirga immediately slammed the door in front of him.

"Yet you call me Mas!" dragging the right hand belongs to Indah.

"I have said many times that you are beautiful! Why are you ignoring my words huh?!" Hitting hand arm belongs to Indah.

"Agh.. Mas Pain.. Sick.", crying groans in pain.

"Still saying it's beautiful again?! Where's your ear?" Her screams filled one house. Dirga's hands that did not stop hitting the body Beautiful.

"Sorry, I'm wrong sorry.. Don't do this I beg you, it hurts so much.." Beautiful pleading with fear.

"My turn to do this you just heard my words?! From yesterday you dare to ignore it? Power from where until you do that to me! You think I'm easy for you to master?! I'm not your father's doll! You understand!" strong gripping Beautiful face.

"Sorry Dirga, sorry I don't do that anymore" she cried.

"Go! I want a break!" Dirga finally released the clutches of her hands by pushing the rough body of Indah.

"W-what about dinner? I made it. You can eat it", restrain Dirga by holding his shirt.

"I've eaten! And get this dirty hand off my body!" beautiful hands aside.

"B-but what about the food?" with that little cry.

"That's chatty! Go there!" Pushing hard Beautiful body.

Dirga left Indah alone in that living room, and headed for her room. Beautifully crying, her tears came out as if they would be endless. Beautiful who was not strong anymore finally ran away to go to her room quickly, Beautiful Already did not think about the food she made anymore.

His mind was gone flowing with that cry. Beautiful crying only accompanied by the darkness of the night, there was no one who was by his side to accompany him. It's beautiful to feel alone and lonely. The night that felt lonely had now been tinged with beautiful cries throughout the night