Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 13. HEARTBREAKER

The dinar just followed where its feet were going, aimlessly. Again Dinar must feel lost the purpose of his life, not easy to be in the position of Dinar. Staying sane even though the world is always joking endlessly at Dinar, what should Dinar sacrifice? Specially? Dinar cannot afford to sacrifice any further. The pace of the Dinar should stop right at the big building, the hospital. In the end, Dinar stopped at a building that he had not visited for a very long time. Not because Dinar did not want to however, Dinar had to take care of his mental health.

The Dinar head lowered, making the Dinar's pretty face have to be covered by her short hair. A pair of white shoes stopped in front of Dinar, the woman raised her head. A friendly, earthy smile from the doctor greeted Dinar, before his facial expression looked surprised. Then stopped with an unreadable look, the two sides of the cheeks of the man were seen meeting.

What's with this pale-skinned doctor? Dinar glanced at the doctor with dimples that adorn the cheeks of the man. Deheman of the doctor was as old as Damar was heard, Dinar thinning his lips.

"Well! You've changed so much. Or maybe I was wrong, from the beginning you were this pretty?" the tan sounds so heavy.

Dinar who was originally staring at Jackson with a frown, before chuckling lightly. Jackson also smiled at Dinar, indeed the wife of people always looks so tempting.

"Doctor Jackson sounded like he was flirting with someone's wife, no good," Dinar joked in a friendly tone as usual.

Jackson smiled widely, burrowing his dimples. Making Dinar exhale violently, he glanced towards the entrance. Jackson initially thought that the woman standing in front of the entrance gate was a teenage girl. Who may have had difficulties, Jackson Brawijaya is one of the friendly doctors. Which is very liked by everyone, both ranging from patients to other medical personnel.

"Is there a written prohibition against flirting with people's wives? It doesn't seem to exist" Jackson said easily. "Are you here to go to another building? Meet Bu Anggun?"

Dinar nodded in disarray, although Dinar did not intend to meet his mother. It's just, all the kids in the world. When the heavy burden can no longer be carried, just look at the face of the mother. It felt like the burden was lessening, hugging the mother's body. It feels like regaining the strength to endure, that's the magic of a mother figure for a child. And it was also influential for Dinar, although Anggun was not the figure of the mother who raised him Dinar.

However, it was Dinar who took care of Anggun. Until this moment, Jackson had a good conversation with Dinar. Women who in recent years met by Jackson, women who already have the status as a wife of people. At that time Dinar was also seen shining in Jackson's eyes, with a simple smile. And unyielding spirit, Jackson admitted Dinar has its own charm.

"It's nice to see the doctor, I have to go to the building where my mother is being treated" Dinar said.

"I'll be with you, I happen to have a need" Jackson replied in a friendly tone.

Dinar nodded, not caring so much. Dinar's two legs again stepped up one by one, along with Jackson who accompanied Dinar's footsteps. Thirty-year-old man felt his eyes why is always not bored to look at the face of Dinar, see the more shining Dinar makes Jackson more jealous of Dinar's husband.

The man was really lucky to marry a woman like Dinar, several times the doctor's eye bead stole a glance towards Dinar. Some medics greeted Jackson, not even knowing who the beautiful woman was next to the doctor. Guessing that a beautiful woman is the lover of the handsome doctor from the next building, Dinar doesn't say much. Every footstep of Dinar, the woman felt her chest ache.

One by one Dinar and Jackson climbed the stairs, only the doctor who kept glancing at Dinar. The woman was silent, with a straight forward view. Until the two reached the third floor, the hallways were quiet. There were only a few people passing by. Dinar's footsteps stopped in a room, Jackson again noticed the expression of Dinar's face.

"Don't want to go in?" jackson asked in a daydream of Dinar.

Jackson's lips opened however, no sound was heard. The door of the room opened and re-circulated, Jackson chuckled smallly at his stupidity. This is the umpteenth time, Jackson is difficult to talk to Dinar. Either because of the palpitations that blocked his tongue from tossing out many words, provoking Dinar to speak.

Unlike Jackson outside the door, Dinar stared at the woman with almost all gray hair. Sitting on the bed, with blank eyes staring at the window. The pain caused the mother to be caught in the shadows. Betrayal destroys the life of Anggun, in the eyes of Anggun an Amar Santoso is more precious. For Amar is the world of Grace, thus abandoning Dinar from the life of Grace.

The tears of Dinar immediately poured out, cursed at the squeeze of love. Dinar bit his lower lip, slowly Dinar stepped closer to Anggun. Before Dinar stood in front of Anggun, Anggun's head looked up blankly at Dinar.

"Mama," said Dinar with intense vibrating tone intonation. Tears kept dripping. "Your daughter's coming, don't you miss me, Dinar?"

There was no reply from the lips of Anggun, Dinar felt his heart break into pieces. Dinar needs her mother, it takes this middle-aged woman to hug her. As the girls out there get an affectionate hug, Dinar is greeted with blank looks. Slowly the two legs of Dinar slumped, dropping his head on the lap of Anggun.

Sobbing, who else should Dinar complain to. His heart ached, Dinar was not strong enough to hold back his body that had to pretend to be strong. His heart was crushed, but forced to pick up every cold of destruction. Connecting one by one fractions to return intact, not just for himself. But for a silent woman without a word, this.

Hearing the pain of Dinar's cry, Anggun's hands moved. Slowly swiping the top of Dinar's head. Making Dinar cry even more so. If Dinar gives up on the world, then who will take care of the mother? Pathetic woman. He was cruelly thrown away, begging for the love of his father.

But the man was proud, slapping a lump of money at the mother. Still attached to remember Dinar, how the father dragged Anggun out of the house. Money is splashing on the floor of the house, Amar just needs Dinar. Not with Anggun, the woman who became the mistress of Santoso had to lose by the third woman.

As hard as Amar asked Dinar to enter the big house, so hard also Anggun begging not to be divorced by Amar. Even Anggun willing to have honey, for the husband. Dinar shouted loudly, also for the mother to release both legs Amar. Dinar is willing to part with the father giving up the luxury of the mother's self-esteem, but Anggun does not need self-esteem. Grace needs only the husband.

"Beautiful girl, don't cry. Why are you crying?" ask Anggun with a slow tone.

Dinar raised its head, looking up at the mother. Mother talking? After a long time, he closed his lips just to call his father's name.

"Mama! Mama knows me, doesn't she? Mama remember Dinar? This is Mama's daughter's dinar!" shouted Dinar with a loud tone.

Gracefully nodded slowly, before staring blankly again at Dinar. Dinar bit her lower lip, there was nothing in her heart and brain.

While outside the bedroom door, Jackson heard the sound of Dinar crying. Touching his chest throbbing pain, it was eager for this handsome doctor to pull the door hinge. Go in and hug Dinar, but he can't do that. Dinar might stay away from Jackson, because of Jackson's insolent behavior.

Seriate....