Forced to Marry My Brother

Forced to Marry My Brother
Farewell



The sky was getting darker, now it was bright with the light of the sun in the morning so bright .the woman who yesterday night was frightened by the lightning, now slowly opened her eyes , adjust the glow of light that sniffs from the glass window of his room .


" It was just a dream, why does it feel real ? " murm Dina , while watching her room that only exists .


Dina still thought last night was a dream . when it was real , probably because she did not see Diyan's presence nearby ...


But ... How did it become ? if Dina knew what happened last night was real, maybe Dina would definitely feel very happy . because she really missed her brother's warm embrace that was always spoiled for her . But then and now Diyan is very different .


Dina cleans herself in the bathroom, after which she wears regular clothes and then goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast .


lapse of a few minutes, breakfast was ready , namely fried rice . Dina directly put it on the dining table . Dina frowned finding a small piece of paper on the table . then she picked it up and read it which turned out to be from her husband .


...I've been out of town for a few days and remember ! don't make a tantrum like last night ....


...- Diyan -...


It means that Diyan has been departing since early morning 'cause there's an assignment out of town . Diyan also deliberately did not build Dina just to pack a suitcase for her, maybe ... because of the incident last night that made Diyan feel unbearable to build his wife who was still sleeping soundly that looks tired on the look of his face .


If packing, she can still do it herself, like the time she was not married to Dina . Diyan can still do anything on his own, without having to be helped by a woman who is his wife .


Dina read the sentence in the small paper that was within her grasp, Instantly Dina's lips curled and then she jumped up in excitement, feeling very happy .


Yes


Yes


Free !


Dina is very happy to know if her husband is on duty outside the city and what it means ...


" I'm free to do whatever I want ! " he shouted loudly, so that his voice boomed in every corner of the house .


Dina also ate up fried rice with a portion of Jombo , probably because last night she did not eat , due to a quarrel between herself and her husband . so that he ate with greed until it ran out and after finishing breakfast . he washed the kitchen utensils he used earlier and then cleaned the house, that is his daily duties .


" this is the second farewell, between me and Diyan . and I must use this time as best I can ! " Excited Dina in the heart with a feeling of pleasure and not forgetting the smile is still engraved beautifully on her beautiful face .


Dina can still remember , her first breakup with Diyan . At , Diyan continued her studies with a lecture at a famous university in Bandung .the first breakup, was just sadness and loneliness . But , this time , his second farewell should he use as best as he can, for he has a Friend who is always there for him in joys and sorrows .


Dina was planning to stay at her Friend's apartment .so that now inside her room , she enthusiastically stuffed some clothes in her small bag . after finishing packing , he took his phone and contacted someone .


First connection


second connection


third connection


" Hello Din "Sounds a hoarse voice, typical of people waking up across the phone


" Yes, Hello Gita . I want to stay in Lo dong's apartment for a few days" said Dina with a happy smile


" in permit dong . my parents anyways are overseas and I'm alone at home "


" oooo that .. yes Uda come aja, Lo still remind me which apartment I ? later also stray deh Lo , and Mala make me bother "


" clearly, remember ! why am I a granny, Uda senikung ? "


" yes Ela .. I joke bego . yes Uda speed here and be careful huh ! ? "


" yes Uda, I close , by ... "


Tut !


Dina left the house with her car by not forgetting to lock the door of her house, went to defend the highway that was so jammed and until finally she stopped her car in front of the Elif apartment building .


While elsewhere ', a man who was at the airport smiling stared at his cell phone screen .


" this time you're free Brother Dina, but not for later .. I'll hold you back and won't let you be free again " Diyan said with a thin smile staring at the screen of his cell phone which showed the whereabouts of his wife who Diyan had suspected, if his wife was in his Friend's apartment .


Diyan then contacted someone by having placed the cheek object on her earlobe .


" Hello sir "the voice of the gentleman sounded politely answer Diyan's phone call


" keep looking after my Dina and you know what to do ? if Dina arrived in why ? " Hardik Diyan was at the man across the phone who was his errand man to watch over his wife


" yes sir, I know what I have to do for the mistress" the man said across the phone


" good ! "


Tut


Diyan instantly turned off her phone, when there was a warning sound , if the plane she was about to board was going to leave for her destination .


" This is our second farewell . Even if this time only a few days .. I will definitely miss you my sister Dina "


Diyan thought of himself in the plane and was ready to fly with the air under the blue sky and the white clouds .


Although Diyan had separated from Dina , when she was in college in Bandung. Diyan was still keeping watch by watching Dina's movements from afar using her man and as she did now . he had asked his man to look after the woman who was HIS WIFE AND NOT HIS SISTER ANYMORE .


And of course Dina doesn't know what Diyan did for her . Even though Diyan's attitude has changed to her . But , secretly Diyan always keep and protect by watching the movements of Dina , so that Dina does not mind .


maybe, if Dina knew what the man of her famous Husband did cold to her . Dina must have been very happy, if knowing that . But , Diyan Mala chose not to tell the woman whose status was his wife and Mala kept it a secret from Dina .


How does it go .... ?


...Seriate...