Almira's Regret

Gina, Dion and Nafa

Dion is back at work but this time he keeps his distance from Gina. The woman stared at the back of the oria who refused to eat lunch together.

"Hey bengong, the satanic tambet only know the taste later," said Eva. Hayu hunuan ah hungry this whack."

They were sitting at a table not far from Dion's table. Gina looked at the cold-looking man.

"Guake him." Eva nudged Gina who was caught staring.

"Okay," replied Gina flatly. Though in his heart he also recognized the charm of the man.

"It's getting pretty ordinary. Sakep loh, only the power is already married."

"Emang."

"You knew? Beautiful wife yes. About nisa stabbed ya."

Gina ignored Eva's rant. He himself wondered why Dion had suddenly turned cold. For this reason, the brand is still fine.

Dion himself is not taboo if he is being talked about by Gina and Eva. Haya alone he should know himself as Gava said that night.

Gava once came to the temple of Dion with a fairly large mirror. Of course Dion was shocked at the arrival of the man who beat him up.

"I'm just here to deliver this. Good time you do not have a mirror so by not knowing the shame still hope a good girl like Gina."

"There's no need to bother bringing me a mirror if you can talk well. Gina and I have no relationship other than just a coworker. I say you're wrong if Anada accuses us of having a relationship. I reiterate that I am a man who has a wife" Dion replied and was about to close the door.

What happened next Gava instead handed the mirror to the door so that it broke.

"If you're self-conscious, make sure you won't bother my sister again. He deserves more with the man of our family choice. A nice guy who obviously doesn't have traits like you." Gava smiled condescendingly at Dion. Then go leave the broken mirror messy.

Dion sighed while looking at the woman who was blocked by two tables from him.

The break was over and they had to return to the room.

Seeing the crowds waiting for the elevator doors to open, Dion chose to take the stairs. It was unexpected that Gina followed and aligned the steps with herself.

"What's wrong?" tanya Gina looked at Dion who kept looking straight ahead.

"What?" dion asked casually, even with both hands he got into his pants pocket.

"Mas Dion suddenly acted coldly like me. What did I do and it offended Dion?"

"none. We just need to keep our distance. You're a good girl. While I am a man with a crutch .. still have a wife. You also definitely don't want anyone to think you're bothering, right?"

Their conversation came to a halt as the door of the study room was already in sight. There was no such thing as leadis first, Dion entered first leaving Gina who still had a million questions in her mind.

***

Dion packed his things and went home. He saw Gina who was bowing at the table when it was time to go home. Recalling his own words, Dion left Gina.

On the way down to the parking lot where he's going home and away on the motorbike. As he exited the gate he saw a man sitting on the hood of a car. The person she believed was going to pick up Gina.

"I'd like to meet my wife, sir. Nafa's name."

"Wait a minute, what number of prisoners?"

Dion mentions his wife's nkmor but the officer's expression looks puzzling.

"Can?" ask Dion again.

"You don't know if he's been released."

Freer. The word rang saoa jang Dion's way down the road to his father-in-law's house. When he got there he saw a car coming out of the gate and he followed from a safe distance.

The car went into one of the most luxurious eating places. It looks Nafa and his parents down then welcomed by the husband and wife with a happy smile.

For the sake of being able to talk to Nafa, Dion was willing to wait for the wife's event with her family to finish.

Inside there you can see you enjoying a delicious meal filled with joking and laughter. Here he had to endure hunger in order not to lose the chance. Afraid when he ate, Nafa left.

"She." Dion carried his wife when he saw her and her family about to get into the car. He ran and approached. "Pa, Ma, healthy? I'm allowed to talk to Nafa for a minute?"

Hendro did not answer and turned his face. It's as if Dion's face is an emnjijikan thing that does not favor him lyrics.

"What are you talking about?" ask Nafa while holding her side. There is no longing like a husband and wife who have been separated for a long time. Nafa looked at her husband with a cold look.

"We should not find a place to talk more relaxed" said Dion.

"No need!" reject Hendro, "just talk there." The old man pointed using his chin. Snippy.

"I want to talk about, me, you and Gama. About ours. I'm the one you can go back to mengiruo free air. I'm sorry I didn't pick you up for not knowing."

Nafa turned the eyeballs in a puff, "so?"

Dion looked at his wife from top to bottom. Obviously he understood that the woman did not talk to him.There is no respect shown by his wife.

"No, I'm sorry to interrupt your time." He turned towards the motor. Still he heard Hendro licking himself.

"Waste of time, the edges are not clear either. He's poor but still he dares to meet you, Nafa. Let's go in."

Dion smiled bitterly at the sight of his red car darting away after saying a sentence that was not pleasant to hear.

It hurts to remember him once so appreciated by Hendro but now ...

He also took his motto back home. Stop for a while to buy fried rice because the worms in his stomach are already on a wiggle.

But when engrossed in enjoying food on the side of the road he heard a sentence that pierced and stuck in the heart.

Dion turned to look towards the source of the voice. The look they met. If this wasn't the way the rame had floated it was Dion's fist.