Handsome CEO Shadow Wife

The Story That Has Been

Dhatu decides not to return to the table where he is treated rather specifically because of his status. He glanced at the table where his companions were, there were a lot of laughs that seemed real there, then turned to look at the table where Dirga was, a lot of falsehoods surrounding the table. Dhatu brings melon juice and walks to the rooftop. He wanted to get some fresh air. Being there and hearing heavy conversations about work makes his head wince.

Dhatu sits on a long chair around a living plant, where he and Krishna often spend time together. Sharing lunch and laughing. The hiding place of Dhatu and also Rina when bored with work and want to find fresh air. Dhatu made a face, staring at the clear sky above. In a moment, he will miss all this. Togetherness and activities that they often do in that place.

"Earbj ..."

Deheman who sounded from behind his back, broke Dhatu's daydream. The woman turned to the source of the voice and her heart seemed to stop pounding when she realized the figure standing looking at her gently with a sweet smile that had once fascinated Dhatu. Dhatu immediately stood up, surprised, and also could not believe what his eyes saw.

"You ...." Dhatu let his words hang in the air, rather, he was unable to find the right words to convey what his heart was feeling right now. The man walked over, each step getting closer, making Dhatu subconsciously hold his breath for a few seconds.

Now, the man was standing right in front of him, looking so real, like a pain that began to spread to the corners of his heart. The man's hand stretched out to touch his face, Dhatu's reflexes distanced his face. Dhatu did not want to be trapped in an awkward atmosphere, so he chose to step away, but quickly the man grabbed his wrist, stopped his steps. Strange ... there is no longer any taste that his heart is capable of rqsakan, there is only a hint of pain that fills every niche of the heart when their hands touch.

"Sorry .. can you let go of my hand?" dhatu asked without turning over his body to look at his interlocutor. The man loosened his grip and quickly took a position in front of Dhatu.

"Tu .. We have to talk." There was a request for the man's eye bead, but Dhatu did not want to grant it. There is nothing more to talk about between them. It's all over, leaving behind an old story that doesn't want to start again.

"There's nothing to talk about anymore" said Dhatu smiling slantingly, "lagian ... why are you here?"

Dhatu Belun could think of what reasonable reason could justify the man's existence in his office. It can't be just a coincidence or indeed the man was deliberately looking for her existence, right? The man should have done it all five years ago, when he was still a fool and could not forget the sense that now no longer has any meaning.

"This office is using my chatering for this luncheon" the man explained, "please .. listen to my explanation."

"I didn't choose my family because of the social status you accuse me of. I need time to allow myself, to be independent, and to take you with me." There was honesty to the bead of a deaf eye in front of him.

They were friends ever since wearing white ash uniforms. A classic story, where friends become love. Togetherness and comfort provide a sense that they can not deny. Both give up and realize, if there is no point in continuing to stay away when love attracts them to continue to be close together, as if not willing to separate. Alvin, the first love present in the life of Dhatu, a person who helped carve a difficult pain to cure. A person from the past whom Dhatu has long since left behind.

"It's no use anymore, Vin. It's all over. No matter your family approves of our relationship or how well established you are, all that is between us is a finished story."

No story can be reassembled when everything is over and no longer meaningful. Life goes on, time won't wait for us, ready or not, time will move forward, leaving us in memories that depend on how we want to respond. Keep wanting or stay trapped in it. In the end, life is about choices, right?

Alvin was born into a wealthy family. Both parents who are rich in seven derivatives do not like to see the familiarity between Alvin and Dhatu. Dhatu who is often invited to Alvin's house also often refused because it often received rejections indirectly from the mother lekaki. The mother often asked about the Dhatu family and what her job was, the woman was often proud of her property. The type of socialite that makes Dhatu feel inferior. In order to take care of his heart and self-esteem, Dhatu shunned Alvin, as the man's mother asked.

In fact, usually Alvin often entertains and says if the difference is not a big problem for both, but that day Dhatu saw, if indeed all rich people are the same. Self-interested. There, Alvin insulted him, saying that people like Dhatu only want treasure, strengthening Dhatu's intention to remove the thorny roses he held too tightly, making him pricked with thorns and continue to get hurt.

"Tu .. I said all that, so that mama would no longer humiliate you at my birthday party." the man ruffled his hair.

Dhatu laughed crisply. "By bringing me into the room and insulting my poverty?" Dhatu stared at the man in front of him.

Dhatu has never been ashamed of being born poor, his heart is rich and that is all that matters. However, listening to the social differences so snappy from the mouth of his loved ones made his heart shapeless. Before deciding to accept Dirga, Dhatu was worried about the same thing, his poverty will be insulted again and make his alsannya to release, but seeing how good her husband's father, made Dhatu sure, he said, if Dirga must have a good side like his father who does not hesitate to hang out with people from among him. With desperate capital, Dhatu strengthens their hearts to accept their matchmaking.

Who would have thought, the decision was good. The man had his father's side, the fruit falling not far from the tree. Dirga who at the beginning did judge his poverty, did not make the mistake that Alvin did, namely giving up and affirming the differences between them. Dirga never gave up, the man made him start to see the other side of the lives of the rich. Apparently, not all rich people like the Alvin family are so allergic to the poor.