
Soraya quickly looked back. Her chest rumbled violently. He was stunned for a moment.
"Sora?" A young woman waved her hand calling for Soraya.
"Dalvin?" Soraya said in her daydream.
The one who called him was getting closer. "Hey, just be dumb..."
Soraya started to blink her eyes. "God..."
"Why?"
"Eh, it-it's nothing, Rena..." Soraya answered nervously.
"It just so happens to meet here. It's been a long time since I greeted you..." Said the woman with a sigh. "Say you have children, when did you get married? Why haven't I heard of your wedding, Sora?"
Soraya smiled for a moment, then as if tidying up her broken hair. "I haven't officiated my marriage yet. But, for the party later I won't forget you..."
"You're still the same... Always put career first..." Celoteh Rena's.
Soraya is starting to look uncomfortable. He was trying to figure out how to avoid the woman. "Give me your card, I'm in a hurry... If it's time for me to introduce my husband and my son, I'll invite you..."
Rena smiled with excitement while taking out her business card. "Don't forget, yeah.."
"OK..." Soraya replied with a quick farewell.
His chest is getting tighter. He got into his car, and then cupped his face to the steering wheel of the car. Soraya sobbing. It felt like he was getting hurt by the longing he had been wanting to kill.
"I shouldn't be thinking about him..." Maki Soraya to herself. The time she spent with Dalvin was not much, but it was not enough for her to forget her husband.
Soraya was suddenly shocked due to the commotion in the parking area. He quickly raised his head outside the window of the car, and not far from his position seemed a crowd of people carrying a young man into a car.
Soraya was stunned as she watched the young man's face pass before her, which was none other than Dalvin, her own husband. His gaze continued to be fixed on the face of Dalvin who looked unconscious, so he did not realize that the driver of Dalvin's car was Mr. Dwi.
"What's up, sir?" Soraya asked the man who had driven Dalvin to his car.
"The guest suddenly fainted, Miss... We're just helping his friend get in his car..." Answer the man.
Mangut-mangut soraya. Yet he kept remembering that face, a face so familiar in his eyes.
His thinking centered on Dalvin, making him drive his car to Rio's house. Once there, he saw many changes from the last one he encountered. A clean and tidy yard, like an inhabited house.
Soraya carefully stepped into the door of the house. He tried to press the door handle, but the door was locked. He knocked it several times, and there was absolutely no word from within.
Soraya took out the house key she had from inside her wallet. Although he intends to forget, but he has not been able to throw the key.
She was shocked when the door opened with her key. With a nervous feeling Soraya pressed the door handle open.
Soraya slowly walked into the dark house. Although he had not visited for almost four years, he still clearly remembered the layout of each inch in the house.
He turned on the lamp in the main room, and again he was stunned, the room turned neat and clean. He stepped into the room, and he found a clean and tidy room.
Soraya closed her eyes to try to go back to the time she was in this house with Dalvin, but not for a minute, her tears dropped instantly.
"Why do I still miss you, Vin? Why can't I just accept that you really dumped me?" Soraya. His body felt weak as it endured the pain of his heart.
Soraya's gaze stopped on the dressing glass. An APOLOGY letter stunned him. He slowly approached towards the dressing glass while continuing to stare at the writing.
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"What's going on, Vin?" Sandra asked worried about her stepson.
"It's okay, Ma... I was a little dizzy, so this Dwi sir drove me..." Dalvin sounded weak.
"Thank you, Sir... Let's stop by first..." Take Dean to Dwi.
"No need to bother, sir... I just go home..." Reject pak Dwi look awkward.
"Come, Sir... Sorry, I was a little pushy... Our son would not have told us his condition, if it had not been the Father who told us..." Pinta Sandra is hopeful.
Mr. Dwi glanced at Dalvin, then he began to nod.
Sandra escorted Dalvin to her room. After enveloping Dalvin, she returned to the living room to meet Mr. Dwi who was chatting with her husband.
"It turns out Mr. Dwi is working at his company Raya, Ma... And Dalvin was on his own with his wife first, working there too." Dean said repeating the story of Mr. Dwi.
"Oh yeah, Pa? As what?" Sandra looked in disbelief.
"Personalization..."
"Huh?" Sandra was agape at her husband's answer. "Is that so, sir?"
"Yes, Madam... Even Dalvin also took part time as an online driver..." Obviously Mr. Dwi convinced both Dalvin's parents.
"God..." Sandra's face turned sad. He could not imagine how much Dalvin suffered at that time.
"But I salute Dalvin very much. He is truly professional and responsible... He never complained even though he was bullied by his friends..."
"Dibuly?" Sandra was surprised by the words of Mr. Dwi.
Mr. Dwi chuckled. "Dalvin handsome young man, working as personnel in the company. He was quiet and closed, but his car was luxurious. It makes his friends like to make fun of him. But he never fought back, because he was basically not a random person."
"Dalvin is, sir... So stubborn..." Dean chimed.
"That's good, sir... Marked he was a principled man... Even because of his stubbornness, he did not want me to take him to the hospital before..." Said Mr. Dwi as if defending Dalvin's personality.
Dean and Sandra muttered with a smile to hear Mr. Dwi's explanation about Dalvin.
When Mr. Dwi has returned home, Dean comes to Dalvin to his room. His youngest son had fallen asleep under the blanket. He again imagined how sad Dalvin was at that time. He once felt in the position of Dalvin, living in a void because he missed someone he loved so much. Hope to meet once just to say sorry.
After making sure his son was okay, Dean returned to his room. Sandra had been waiting for herself on the bed.
"Pa, there's a message from the new number. He said from Raya..." Said Sandra while giving her phone to Dean.
"Raya?" Dean received the phone with a confused looking face. No wind no rain, his late wife's best friend contacted him after just this afternoon they discussed it with Dalvin.
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