CHEATING IS BEAUTIFUL IN THE BEGINNING

Chapter 9

Everything I told Mr. Rendi. Okay, he finally told me what happened before my presence. I urged him to reveal everything that concerns Amanda and Dion.

"Again, I wonder, how was Dion and Amanda's relationship?"

"Actually, Amanda wanted Dion."

"meaning?"

"Yes, Amanda was after Dion a long time ago, but Dion was indifferent."

I'm getting clueless. How can Dion, who used to ignore Amanda, now turn to love her.

"Amanda always tries to steal Dion's attention, she also approaches Dion's father, trying to take his heart but failing. Dion's father hates him."

"Then, why would Amanda marry someone else?"

"That's not what I understand either. Maybe he's disappointed that Dion always refuses."

"Keep why, now Dion says he loves her?"

"That's it, I don't believe."

"Then Amanda's relationship with Aunt Mirna, how?"

"Amanda is Aunt Mirna's niece."

"What, nephew?"

I'm getting clueless with everything that's going on. It could have been like this, had Dion really fallen in love with the woman he had rejected. It's not impossible now that Dion loves Amanda, but what she's keeping for me.

"Before, Dion did not agree that Mr. Romi married Aunt Mirna. Dion said Aunt Mirna only wanted her father's treasure."

It's almost afternoon, I've got enough info. I was with Mr. Rendi all day. Now our relationship is better. It turns out he can be warm as well, and a little considerate. What men should see me suffer first, just want to help.

I cried in front of him too, because I thought this was the only way to attract attention. Fortunately my efforts were not in vain, hopefully Mr. Rendi did not realize that from the beginning we passed each other until now, it was my plan just to get information.

I was thinking about making Amanda's life miserable, but after knowing the truth, I paused. I can understand his feelings that Dion had once ignored.

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Aunt Amara is very good, the cuisine she makes is very good. Today is very memorable, next time I want to visit him again by bringing something.

On the way home, the atmosphere was not as strong as when we headed to the village. The view of the village was so amazing that I forgot who I was going with.

I laughed and sang, letting go of all the turmoil. It was my choice to divorce from Dion.

Mr. Rendi stays that way, cold. Although I tried to tease but he did not laugh once. Just a smile and a smile when he sees me happy.

"Mom, thanks for the yellow rice." He said with a focused look at the road.

"Either. Ko just said it now?" I looked at it from the side, there was a strange tremor as my eyes caught his relaxed figure.

"Yes, I forgot. It's really nice to buy the rice, where?"

"In the market."

"Mom went to the market just to buy yellow rice?" He seems to be starting to suspect.

"Yes, that's it. That rice was for Diana."

"So how dong, I'm not good."

"Grandfather, in front please stop, Diana loves to slash eggs."

"Ready!"

The tail of my eyes could catch as he turned towards me with a smile.

***

Mr. Rendi drove me to my father's house. Just up to the gate, there were no farewells between us, each other just throwing smiles at each other. Diana greeted cheerfully. I was so happy to meet after three days of not coming here.

This week, I've been holding Diana. He forbade me to bring him home, by giving me my freedom, I was allowed to come here at any time.

Diana immediately invited me to look at the contents of the room. Before, for three days Diana was difficult to adapt, but after I explained through Vidio call, she understood also that her parents were having problems.

In Diana's room, I spilled all my yearning on the princess. I never thought about giving a sister, considering that Dion never touched me again.

I played with my daughter until she fell asleep. Dad spoiled her too much, until all the toys I never gave, now Diana has.

Coming out of Diana's room, my originally happy heart and radiant face had to turn upset and turn nauseous. Being face to face with Aunt Mirna is something I hate.

"Not yet given up?" He grinned, revealing wrinkles around the cheeks.

"Calm down, Auntie, I'm getting a divorce from Mas Dion soon. Then Aunt's niece can completely own Mas Dion, hopefully Mas Dion doesn't change his mind."

Aunty was surprised, she must be confused as to where I knew that Amanda was her niece.

"Where did you know Amanda was my niece?" Right, he's curious.

"From someone!" I answered while going to see my father.

***

To be honest, I'd love to accompany Amanda, but I can't stay here long. I think if I let Amanda take control of the house, I lose. For Diana's sake I should be able to take Dion back.

I'm so supportive, I don't want me to divorce Dion. Even though I told you that I would insist on divorce from Dion. I need someone to support me in court. My own mother is impossible, she doesn't want the divorce to happen to me.

The only person who understands my current situation, and will always support my steps is Mr. Rendi. He said he'd help, except that dating Amanda was impossible.

I can count on Mr. Rendi for my current affairs. He himself said, if I really continue to feel sick, the choice of divorce is the most appropriate thing.

Even if Dion ends the relationship with Amanda, I'm sure there will be other women. I don't know where his heart is, he won't let me go, for fear that my father will revoke his position as director.

I went home, and indeed during the week we stayed three, I never got the disgusting sight of them. Actually seeing them sitting alone is disgusting. But for more than that, or scenes they don't deserve, I never saw. They always lock the door to the room. But I've never caught a disgusting voice in the direction of their room.

Dad said, maybe Dion wasn't really in touch with Amanda. Dad was too naive, how there were mature women and men both in one room, without doing anything.

***

"Where have you been, Elisha?" Tumben, Dion's waiting for me on the front porch.

"It's none of your business!"

"Elisha! I'm your husband!"

"Do I always have to have your permission, you yourself put that bitch in without my permission."

What the hell's going on? I don't see an angry or offended face.

"Where did you go?" In a low tone, Dion repeated his question.

"Dad's house." Answer's short.

"Before you go to Dad's?" What kind of interrogation is this, usually he doesn't care what I do.

"So-so I, I went to the market. Never mind, I'm sleepy." I said as I left, leaving him who seemed to be expecting an explanation from me.

***

I was shocked when I came out of the bathroom, Dion was sitting looking at me on the edge of the bed. I'm ashamed to wear a chest towel. Ah but, I wouldn't mind it, wasn't it a long time ago that I was always flirting but she never fell in my arms.

I took the pajamas in the closet, then went back to the bathroom. It's not unusual to wear clothes in front of Dion. I also felt that we were no longer a couple, for too long our relationship had frozen.

As I was about to enter the bathroom, Dion approached and pulled my hand. His eyes stared intently into my eyes, until it felt in his heart that he was angry. Look at the eyes that seem to tell me that I am completely wrong.

For a while we stared at each other, somehow his lips landed on mine. But it feels so bland. Furthermore, I regretted myself not being able to resist the long-buried desire. There were no words spoken between the two of us, talking to each other and conveying feelings through body language.

Tonight I can feel that Dion still loves me, and I love him. But a great sense of disappointment, does not undo the intention. I will still demand a divorce from him. I don't want this crib to be temporary.

Diana, pardon mamah, mamah can not continue with father, because father will continue to repeat the same mistakes.

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