Happy After Divorce

CHAPTERS 1. CHEATING

The soles of high heels are rough with the floor. The breath of Dinar hunting, the time has shown five o'clock past thirty minutes. This sweet woman fell asleep in her office. As her beautiful bead opened, staring at the wall clock hanging on the wall of the office, it was almost as if her eyeballs were out of place. Hit shows 3 o'clock past 37 minutes, making him immediately flounder down from the chair. Leaving records of boutique income and expenses exposed on his desk. What he was after was dinner for his husband. The turn again, the Jakarta road was so jammed in the afternoon. Hours home office, which increasingly makes a row of cars will queue long. Results, arriving at his residence. He has to work extra fast.

CLICK IT!

The main house door opens. Dinar quickly removes the key from the keyhole. Throw away the origin of high heels that make his back legs must be willing to blister, for the sake of visible both legs look level.

"What to do first, huh?" he said in between the breath that was hunting.

Dinar's beautiful eye beads, moving wildly throughout the room, inside the house. Ah, very lucky before going to the boutique he has completed the homework, cleaning the house. The dinar moves towards the sofa. The bag of sanding was discarded originally on the soft surface of the sofa, which became the focus of Dinar when this was the next worker. He ran towards the kitchen not far from the living room, considering the house occupied is a minimalist home. That does not have to have a lot of room, and make this one beautiful woman a hassle.

"Make food that could be in less than an hour," his monologue before Dinar's hands open the refrigerator door.

Those beautiful eyes were again moving wildly, with hands working. Looks like making a flat egg with asem vegetables more quickly completed. Dinar's head nodded small, he took a quick step towards his kitchen set.

TING!

In the middle of cutting the vegetables that had been removed from the refrigerator, the phone inside his jacket pocket vibrated. Making agile movements Dinar cut vegetables stop suddenly. He removed the knife held by his right hand. Before moving reached into his jacket pocket, which was still wrapped in his body. Grab that rectangular phone. Smile when she finds out who the sender is.

📩 My love husband

Honey, sorry. There is a dinner outside. Don't cook a lot and rest early.

Both sides of the cheeks are inflated dinar. "Huff! I was jockeying on the street but she was eating outside" he lamented.

📨Ya, already. I wait at Mas' house.

That's the only answer sent by Dinar to the husband, what can it be? If the husband has a meeting outside. That rectangular thing in her original location on the kitchen table. The spirit of the four-five and the speed work that was originally done just went out, losing the appetite to make food. It was as if it lost its pacifier spirit, in a split second. Though wanted to ask who and where dinner is with. He refrained from sending such a reply, not because Dinar did not care. It's just that fear seems possessive and curb the beloved husband, is not in the household mahligai needed is a sense of trust. But Dinar forgets, if it is present because it is followed by honesty.

...***...

The candles swayed in the wind, the smile on the pretty face faded. The man with sharp eyes and firm jaws smiled, glancing at the girl. Staring full of cravings at teenage girls so beautiful, cute and adorable. Eighteen-year-old figure, stuck on a birthday cake that seems luxurious.

"Come, pray first!" tell the grown man.

The girl gave a small nod, before the two hands clashed together. The two eyes of the crescent moon's eyelids were even closed. The little heart began to chant the prayer, both eyelids began to open slowly.

THE HUFT!

As the fire died in one long puff from the girl's lips, a small echoing clap in the VIP special room that was deliberately rented for the birthday of this beautiful teenage girl.

"Well, here!"

The hoarse baritone voice gave gifts and flowers alternately, to the teenage girl. Which makes his heart become flowery, and his day became colorful because of the presence of this beautiful girl.

"Well! I got gifts and flowers all at once, so romantic." His words are cheerful when receiving gifts and flowers alternately from the lover.

The man smiled happily, wanting to feel like the big hand was pinching both sides of the cheeks of the teenage girl. So powerful, see the beauty of the lover, adoration of the heart.

"Where? happy, no?" ask her with a hoarse tone.

Anjani's head nodded quickly, and said, "Happy dong, Mas!"

Damar smiled widely. "Open the card dong," Damar said gently to the girl's adoration.

Anjani placed a bouquet of red roses next to her seat, before her hand moved to open the small gift box. He quickly pulled the beautiful ribbon embedded on it, Anjani opened the gift cover. Before the girl choked softly as the gift box opened. Both of his beads looked sparkling, because they were happy.

"Mas Damar is so beautiful" exclaimed Anjani before glancing at the smiling Damar to see how happy Anjani was.

"Thank God you like it" Damar replied with a happy face.

Anjani stood up from her sitting position, placing a necklace jewelry box with a key motif. He stepped hurriedly on Damar's chair, only to enter into his arms.

HAP!

Anjani hugs Damar's neck, Damar returns Anjani's embrace. Swiping softly on Anjani's back, the two felt a feeling of thumping hard.

"Thank you, dear," whispered Anjani with a warm tone on Damar's earlobe.

"Together Honey," replied Damar.

Anjani pulls herself, Damar lets go of her embrace. The girl was still hunched over, holding their face high.

THE CUP!

A warm kiss floated on Damar's left cheek. The man chuckled slightly, before pointing his right cheek with his index finger. Just to get the same kiss from the idol, Anjani's lips lifted high.

"The right also dong, later he was jealous, you know. Because you're just a kiss on the left!" Damar pointed at the other side of his cheek.

Anjani increasingly drew the width of his smile line, red lips on it moved to kiss the right cheek of a man who was a lecturer at one of the universities in Jakarta. Even the ring around his ring finger seemed unable to block the relationship between the two. Two people who have a distant age. Anjani is only eighteen years old while Damar is already three heads old.

With one faithful wife waiting at home, always keep the heart because it has been termilliki. Keep yourself from being touched by other men, because it raises the high end of price and dignity as a woman as well as a wife. Only with confidence, if the husband will also be like that. Anjani bravely sat on Damar's thigh, sideways. His hand reached for the maroon-red velvet box, before thrusting it at Damar.

"Pair Mas," he said spoiled.

Damar again chuckled small, his hand moving to grab the necklace he bought. Pairing it to the neck of Anjani's clean white tie.

THE CUP!

Anjani nodded and smiled, her free hand rubbing affectionately against the pendant. Anjani is very happy to get a surprise from her lover, really very.

"This lock pendant means that Mas's heart is mine, right?" tanya Anjani made sure.

"Yes, of course," said Damar lightly.

"Then what about Dinar?" ask again without a heart.

"Dinar," repeated Damar plan.

"Yes, Mas's wife." Anjani nodded firmly.

Damar was silent for a moment, both of them suddenly shut up. Damar's silence made Anjani's red lips ripped off. A small punch in the chest of the Damar field made this man flinch.

"Mas! Still in love with Dinar?" ask Anjani with a loud tone.

"I don't know if there's still a word of love for her. We've been married 5 years. I think, the feeling faded because of our respective busyness," replied Damar slowly.

A happy smile rose on the beautiful face of this teenager. "Then, after I finish high school. Mas promised to divorce Mbak Dinar," urged Anjani to promise sweet Damar.

Damar smiled. "Yes" the answer is steady.

Back kiss on the lips Anjani seen, Anjani standard in the chest field Damar. The two will spend time together while they can. And while there's a chance. Without Damar's heart, betraying his wife. Who's waiting for Damar at home, alone.

...***...

The fragrance of cooking danced in the air, the wet jet-black hair was seen making a small rain on his stocky shoulders. Dinar placed the last side dish on the table, the woman smiled at the husband.

"Kok, his hair is not dry first, Mas," said Dinar to see Damar sitting on the dining table chair.

"I'm hungry, baby, after all" Damar replied, not forgetting to smile at his signature box.

Dinar shook his head slightly, he stepped inside their room. Before going out carrying a small towel in hand, approach towards the husband.

"Hubility, eh! Shampooed shrimp do not like to cool their hair," Dinar cerocos before Dinar activity rubbed dark hair dense Damar.

Damar just smiled awkwardly, sometimes Damar thought Dinar was like an older sister or even like his own mother. Because of his motherly nature, not like the couple who was coveted by Damar.

"Udah, let's eat first." Damar spoke while preventing hand movements Dinar rubbed his hair.

"But, it's still wet" Denar refused.

"I'm hungry" Damar replied.

Dinar sighed, putting a small towel around Damar's neck. So that the husband's clothes are not wet. The dinar moves to scoop a few rice cobs onto the plate, before plucking some side dishes and vegetables. A plate of rice with side dishes and vegetables has been served in front of Damar. Do not forget the spoon placed on the table. Dinar moved back to pick up a plate of rice and side dishes for himself, before sitting next to Damar.

"Good meal, Mom!" softly shouts.

Damar smile. "Yes, good-bye to my wife, too" she replied heavily.

The two ate solemnly, occasionally Dinar glanced at the husband while chewing.

"What do you want to ask, Din?" asked Damar after swallowing the food he finished chewing and swallowed.

The dinar swallowed the food that was in his mouth. "That's... What about your dinner last night?" tanya Dinar was a bit doubtful.

"Yes, smoothly," said Damar.

"What time did you come home last night?"

The hand that originally wanted to scoop food stopped, started again Dinar. Maybe Dinar didn't ask much when replying to his message. But, his possessive attitude and curiosity would come out after he was at home. Like a journalist who wants to interview his sources.

"Even o'clock at night" Damar replied honestly.

"Last night she had dinner with a female co-worker too huh, Mas?" ask Dinar timidly if Damar feels uncomfortable.

"Yes, if the Lecturers' dinner, yes there must be a female Lecturer as well" Damar lied.

Dinar nodded small, forcing a smile. It was as if I was controlling myself not to ask Damar a lot of things. The look on Damar's face began to change.

"In the dresser closet there's a parcel for you. I bought it last night" Damar said after a long silence.

"Ah, thank you," replied Dinar.

The two went back to silence, without a word only the clanking of spoons and forks clashing together. Five years of marriage is not a short time for both, a lot of things they go through. Dinars are struggling to make their households more colorful. Unfortunately, only he tried to do it himself.

He did not want his home to fail. Like his parents. Being a child of a broken home family is not easy. Early adult body dinar and independent make a lot of people who like. There will be many who hate him.

Dinar only thinks of living well, having a strong family. Like everyone else, have children that he will love with all his heart. A child who will not feel what he feels. That's what the poor woman wanted. But apparently, God did not grant that simple request.

...Seriate......