Hidden Leaning
I'll be greedy

Dirga waited for his wife at home unsettled. "Where did Kyara go, it was late afternoon but where did she go?"

Dirga can not be silent from the start of sitting, standing also the streets of his heart began not calm going where Kyara went.

At exactly nine o'clock in the evening Kyara's apartment unit is open from the outside.

Kyara looks tired with her eyes, blezernya she was born in her left hand also with a sky blue map in her hand.

"You haven't slept?" Kyara opened her voice first. He saw Dirga still sitting in the living room with his eyes moist. Kyara was sure the young man had just finished crying.

"I'm waiting." Dirga stood up to welcome Kyara and took her wife to sit down.

"It." Kyara handed over the map she had been carrying since.

"What?"

Dirga frowned with her frowning that shriveled deeply.

"You're asking for that, aren't you?" As much as Kyara could speak calmly, she did not want to show her fragility.

Dirga opened the map that his wife carried, his hands shook, his feet and hands began to sweat especially on the white forehead, the sweat condensed as if vying and wanting to get out of the man's body.

"Ky-Kyara." Dirga's lips trembled as he spoke his wife's name. His tears were invited to complete the heartache that stabbed him.

"You said it was impossible to divorce me, right? I'm making your way easier, Dirga, I want to set you free." Kyara's tears just escaped.

"No Kyara, I was free to talk. I don't want to be separated from you. I want to keep aging with you." Dirga is now kneeling before his wife.

Dirga clasped his wife's hand tightly, he kissed the fingers of the soft and smooth hand.

"I don't want anything more Kyara, I just want to live with you."

"You say that, because you just don't know another girl Dirga, after you know how many girls are prettier and better for you you'll forget about me as time goes on." Kyara pulled both her hands. He cupped the tear-filled face.

"I don't want to know anyone but you Kyara." In the middle of Kyara's fist, Dirga thaws.

"You believe the word mate, don't you?" Kyara asked later.

"If we are fooled, we will be reunited." Kyara softly said. He kissed the entire surface of the teenager's face after previously tears he removed using his fingers. "I love you live well. Sign this file."

Dirga is still reluctant to talk or just answer his wife's questions, he still thinks.

"Kyara, I have one request." Dirga looked at his wife's face. "When I was married, I never asked for anything from you. This time please grant my request." Dirga looks begging, hopefully this time Kyara will grant his request.

"Yes, Dirga if I could I'd obey your wishes." Kyara could not bear to refuse her husband's request. "Tell me."

"Be my wife."

"I am your wife Dirga."

"No, not like this. I want you to be my real wife."

"About all this time I was your fake wife? Where any fake wife can give you rations." Kyara thaws, making Dirga chuckle.

"I want you to be my real wife, completely and completely. Pretend to be a wife who loves her husband for a month. After that I'll leave if you still want me to go." Dirga was seen pleading to make Kyara could not bear to refuse him.

"Can't." Kyara refused quickly.

Not that Kyara does not want to accept Dirga's request just that Kyara does not want to hurt herself, if she obeys what Dirga wants it is not impossible if Kyara will love Dirga more.

"I beg you, give me a month to feel the love and affection of my own wife. Let me be the real husband." Dirga continued to beg to make Kyara finally relented.

"All right, just one month I'll be your wife."

"I love you Dirga." Kyara didn't lie about it even though Dirga only thought of it as a skit.

"I love you too."

Dirga hugged his wife's tiny body.

"I'll be greedy Kyara I'll make you fall in love with me, and I'll get you used to the love I have." Dirga smiled devil in the middle of his embrace.