Guarding the Heart

Longs

Adinda hid behind the lobby pole so Dimas wouldn't see her presence there. Adinda shook her head in disbelief seeing the figure of the woman.

"Why is he here?" batin Adinda curious.

"No way!!" the inner cry of Adinda saw Dimas escort the woman who was none other than Hasna, out the lobby door.

Adinda walked quickly into the elevator to Dimas' room. He was sitting limp on the couch in Dimas' room.

"So, the man Hasna loved was her own husband" Adinda still could not believe. The words of Sinta and Hasna alternated ringing in Adinda's ears.

"*The man cancelled the match because he had found the woman he loved"

"I've fallen in love with him*"

She covered her face with both palms. "Oh Allah, what a temptation this is" cried his heart.

Dimas went into his room. Mr. Amad told him that Adinda just wanted to see him. But Dimas felt he did not cross paths with Adinda in the lobby.

Dimas smiled when he saw the figure of Adinda sitting on the sofa. The handsome man walked up to Adinda who was still covering her face with his hands.

"She!" call Dimas to sit near Adinda while pulling the hand that covers her face.

"Why?" tanya Dimas was surprised to see Adinda's face looked grim.

"Ah, no. I just feel tired" replied Adinda covering her mixed feelings. Dimas smiled and grabbed Adinda's hand to stand up.

"Come, home. You shouldn't have come here" Dimas said.

"Huh, if I don't come here. I will not know that the man Hasna loves is you" said Adinda Sebel.

"Don't you like it when I come here?!!" said Adinda in an angry tone while crossing her hands on her chest with her face bent.

"Not so, I love it when you come here. Especially if every day" said Dimas smiled while holding Adinda's chin. Adinda's face still looks sullen.

"Udah ah, his frown. Ugly" ledek Dimas.

"Yes, ugly. Because you've seen more beautiful than me, yes" replied Adinda did not accept.

Adinda remembered when she saw Dimas escort Hasna out the lobby door. Special means so much. The jealousy infiltrated his heart.

"Who do you mean?. My employees here are indeed many beautiful, but there is nothing that can match the beauty of my heart's empress" said Dimas seduced so that later not be snatched by Adinda.

"Where were you going?" fishing Pants Adinda. He wanted to know if Dimas was honest with him or not.

"I was meeting. I finished the meeting immediately wanted to go home, but the car keys were left in the office, so go back again. Mr. Amad also said he said you were in my room so all of you wanted to take you home" explained Dimas.

"Oh, so Dimas just wanted to go home so it could be with Hasna. I thought he was going to drive Hasna home to the lobby door on purpose" Adinda said, holding back her smile. "It turns out Dimas didn't lie to me."

"Yes, already. Let's go!" She embraces Dimas's hand and invites him to walk out of the office.

Adinda's smile expanded without Dimas noticing. His heart was now relieved to hear Dimas' honesty

Arrive at home

"Sepy. Where's mom going, huh?" muttered Adinda walked through the living room.

"Oh yes, Mama called earlier he said to play to your mother's house" said Dimas opened the door to his room.

"Hm. Poor Mama's lonely if we're not home. If there is a grandchild he will not be lonely anymore" the inner Adinda sad while stroking the belly of her queen.

After cleaning up, Adinda headed to the kitchen. His stomach asked to be filled again. Hungrier. Adinda remove the gulai in the dining room cabinet to be briefly heated to warm.

"Love would have known, huh. The man Hasna refers to is Dimas. Ugh, you Sinta!! No, don't want to tell me. Pake covered up everything" Dinda scolded while stirring gulai but the mind went nowhere.

"Dt ... Linda!!" call Dimas saw Adinda heating the gulai, but it looked dreamy. It can be dry.

Adinda hasn't responded to Dimas' call. The man who was already dressed casually approached Adinda and directly turned off the stove.

"Eh..." She was so shocked to hear the stove turning off.

"If cooking do not daydream. Later can be scorched" said Dimas then walked away from Adinda. The sister pursed her lips while moving her dagger into the bowl.

"Mas, you don't want to eat yet?" tanya Adinda saw Dimas sitting casually on the sofa of the family room.

"Not hungry. You eat first" refused Dimas open his phone and read some incoming messages.

Adinda brought dishes that already contain rice and side dishes to the family room. He ate there, sitting next to Dimas.

"Mas, look what, anyway?. At home is still busy" Adinda protested.

"If it is still lacking, why not go home earlier" added Adinda.

Long ago Adinda bete also sat next to each other, but busy each. Adinda put in her last mouthful and put her empty plate on the table. Feeling insinuated, Dimas put his phone on the table.

"What do you want to tell?" tinh Dimas put on a face ready to listen to Adinda's complaints.

"Mas, it's wrong of me to not be able to forgive Amanda. He's sorry but I don't want to forgive him" Adinda said.

Adinda did not dare to ask about Hasna to Dimas. He'll find a good time to talk about it.

"Not as good Muslim women should forgive each other" Dimas recalled.

"But because of him, you're prejudiced against me. And you won't listen to my explanation, until I miscarry from the stress of thinking about it" Adinda didn't want to lose reminding Dimas too.

"Do not extend that problem again. We're obviously victims of people who don't like you or Amanda. Who is it we don't know. Is there a reason that person took a picture of you and Farhan, if you don't want to ruin your household and Amanda's? So you can't just blame Amanda either" Dimas said, grabbing Adinda's hand.

Adinda fell silent while digesting all of Dimas' speech. "Right, there are people who don't like me and want to pit me against Amanda" she said.

"It's our baby who's gone. It's fate, honey. We both have to sneak it" Dimas smiled as he clasped Adinda's hand tightly. She nodded in agreement while looking at her husband.

"May Allah be quick to give his trust again to both of us to be parents" Adinda prayed in her heart.