Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 69

The day continues, Dinda has undergone activities like before. When she had no husband, her days were happy.

Every morning, he went to work and came home at night. Although tired he remained happy, at least he was spared from his mother-in-law who always undermined his mental health.

"She!" arkan's mother shouted loudly and with great emphasis.

Just a few days can feel the peace, come again destroyer. Inner Dinda rolled her eyes lazily.

"Dinda, you cheap girl. You're not ashamed of being a neighbor, are you? Why do you often go home in the morning?" ask Arkan's mom.

"Yes, I'm a mistress of someone's husband. Wh why? Do you want to give me food, care about my daily needs? Wantsome? Because of what you want, Arkan mas going to jail." Dinda is getting bolder because she feels her mother-in-law has gone too far.

"Basic, women don't know themselves. Shame on me you are ya." Arkan's mother had already raised her hand about to give a slap. However, Dinda's hand quickly held her mother-in-law's hand and gripped firmly.

"Thy-pretty? Am I ready, mother? Did you think I was a daughter-in-law all this time? All this time it was just an insult I got. Don't you ever dare put your hands in front of me."

"Arkan should know, his wife's behavior is really outrageous. Dare to his mother. No manners. It's barren, belagu."

"You know your son's there. Tell me if I have a mistress. I want to see how he reacts. Arkan prefers me or mom. There is no need to be too confident with the status of the mother, at this time the only one who cares about the mother's child is me. Mothers who play her mother rarely visit her."

"Not much to say to Dinda."

"Mother made me talk a lot. When are you gonna get here? As long as mom doesn't go and keeps chattering here, I'll keep talking a lot too."

"I'll make sure you get Arkan's talaq" Arkan's mother threatened and left.

Dinda was not at all afraid of the threat that had come out of her mother-in-law's mouth. Dinda believes that Arkan will not just believe his mother who clearly hates him.

Not wanting to linger thinking about things that are not important, Dinda prefers to do daily activities that are always in the beginning with meeting her husband.

Dinda has had a subscription since she returned to work. Maybe that's why some neighbors complained to his mother about him who every day went home at night. Perhaps people thought that Dinda had some connection with the motorcycle taxi driver whom Arkan had appointed to look after his wife. The carpenter was not an ordinary motorcycle taxi driver, but Arkan's own men.

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"Mother Shy Ar, there are some neighbors who say the same mother, if Dinda every day go home in the morning. As soon as mom asked him he was even angry," Arkan's mother fought while her lips trembled like holding back a cry.

"He works mom, make enough of his own needs."

"No, he's an actor to stay alive. Though he can ask mother for necessities if he wants."

"Ask mom? All this time mother made him hurt to ask mother. Mom, the beard always tells me about Dinda. I'm so confused by spending time here. You don't have to come here, let Dinda come here. As if she always made me happy with her presence."

"No, ma'am. Udah, mending mom come home rest yes."

Feeling annoyed by the expulsion carried out by his own son, Arkan's mother returns home in anger. He cursed his son-in-law in his heart while having to walk quickly.

Out of nowhere the evil thoughts came from, swamped in Arkan's mother's head to slander her son-in-law. He wants Arkan and Dinda to separate. There was nothing more to be expected of Dinda. The woman had dared to resist and answer whatever she said. Such is the mind of the woman who is fifty years old.

No matter what kind of coincidence, the old woman was again faced with her daughter-in-law who had recently upset her. The woman just stared intently at Dinda who was walking closer.

Dinda, who did not want to have a fight with her mother-in-law, preferred to just walk without greeting her. Let him be considered ignorant, have no manners and an ungodly son-in-law. It would hurt more if he served his mother-in-law's words.

"Basar son-in-law doesn't know himself. I'll make you part with my son" Arkan's mother murmured but still heard in Dinda's ear.

Dinda just shut up. Despite daring to answer the insults of her mother-in-law, the woman still shed tears when she heard the swearing of the woman who gave birth to her husband.

"What breakfast are we having today?" ask Arkan to open the lunch box in front of him.

"Your favorite, chicken soup."

Arkan and Dinda start the day. Although separated by the distance of his mistress did not make their love recede. They can still enjoy the day and life with a smile.

"Oh yes mas, I was in front of my mother" said Dinda as she chewed on food.

"Yes, he finished here. Wh why? You diapain?"

"No, no, no, no."

"You are strong. On behalf of my mother I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I don't hate you, I just protect myself to stay mentally healthy. I now have no shoulders to lean on, that's why I fortified myself bravely to mother. I should be sorry for you. I have absolutely no intention of hating you, I hope you know what I mean."

"Yes yes, I understand. Yes, don't talk about it anymore. Don't be sad, I'll be sad too. How's your job? Smoothly?" Arkan shifted the topic so that Dinda did not continue to grieve.

"Surfed mas, but yes it was. Neighbors seem to misunderstand. They probably thought I was playing with the motorcycle you told me to take you wherever I wanted. I'm not a problem they want to think anything, which is important your mind to me mas. I want you to believe me more than anyone else you hear. I'm afraid actually, I'm afraid that I'm losing faith in you. There's nothing I'm afraid of besides that. I don't care about the judgment of the people on this earth. I only care about the way you look at me."

Dinda gave her complaints. She was actually afraid that her mother would pit herself against her husband. Her mother-in-law's words before she walked into the police station made Dinda think and fear for herself.

Seriate.