Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 2. THE FEELING IS NO LONGER THE SAME

An in-line smile was seen after two customers came out of the boutique he managed. The pat on Dinar's right shoulder, made the woman turn to the side. The shoulder-haired woman smiled at Dinar.

"I've noticed every time our customers come home, you'll look really happy. I've wanted to ask you for a long time why your face looks happy" she said in a curious tone.

"I love to see people who want to get married" Dinar replied softly. "Rather than seeing a gloomy face when the couple came out of the courthouse," Dinar continued.

The Princess' head nodded small, The Princess understood what Dinar had meant. This one friend, came from a family that failed in the household. Dinar's father had an affair with his mother's own cousin, making Dinar's mother depressed, and decided to leave Dinar with a letter. Farewell without sweet promises, and hugs. Swipe on the shoulder Dinar felt.

"I'm fine, really," said Dinar knowing if the Princess was worried about him.

The princess lowered her palms from Dinar's shoulders, Pulling the companion to sit behind the chair in front of the waiting room.

"Oh, yes. Did you tell Mas Damar that you want to take a pregnancy program?"

"God! I forgot to say. These few days Mas Damar often a lot of activities outside," complained Dinar in a disappointed tone.

"You came to the University where Mas Damar taught. Take some time to talk a lot, this is five years old, you are married. People will think that you are barren because there are still no children among you. Do not know, Mas Damar who does not want any children among you," the Princess' advice sounds a little presumptuous.

Here he is, who talks as is with the person he loves, Princess indeed prefers to be outspoken.

"Honestly sometimes that's. There are a lot of mothers talking about you and Mas Damar from behind. So do our other friends, who married after you. They even have two children. So, I hope you can immediately talk about the same momongan Mas Damar," he continued.

"Well!" Dinar let out a rough breath. "I don't know why Mas Damar always dodges if I talk in that direction. He likes to be angry when I talk about the child to him" complained Dinar softly.

Her husband is very sensitive about children. Dinar was also astonished, why Damar asked them to delay getting momongan. The first year Dinar tried to understand, Dinar thought if Damar wanted a lot of time for them to be together. Spending a lot of time without any hassles, the second year he thought Damar wanted them to have the preparation to be good parents later. Year three, Dinar began to feel awkward with Damar's unwillingness to have children between them.

"Take it heart-to-heart, Nar! Who knows, this year Mas Damar will. He is thirty years old and you are twenty-eight. How many years do you want to wait, ready?" the Princess's advice is back.

"Yes, I thought he was there too" said Dinar slowly.

"Who knows, with the children among you. Your household feels even more beautiful," said the Princess.

"Yes, I hope so too. It feels like coming home from such a small housework is empty, because there is no sound of children" complained Dinar.

The princess patted Dinar's thigh, and smiled. Giving Dinar spirit, at least this is all the Princess can do to help Dinar.

...***...

A baritone voice filled the entire classroom. Those sharp eye beads moved sweeping across every chair. Mouse moving, carrying the cursor on the review on the board. Students and students look to be serious about attending a lecturer class that is famous enough killer on their campus.

His genius brain already made many people amazed at him, perfected by a capable visual. Athletic body behind a black shirt, wrapping the chest of the lecturer's field. The same color with a sharp jet black eye bead like an eagle eye, which looks so sexy. A slanted smile that gives a masculine impression. Red lips without lip color. Taper nose and deep voice that makes many women vibrate groggy adjacent to him.

Unfortunately, Damar the killer lecturer has limited the movement of many girls. With a white ring on his ring finger. Want to be the mistress of the lecturer also feels heavy. Considering this handsome lecturer sir is so difficult to approach, the sharp eyes that make the guts of beautiful women shrivel.

"Sekian our meeting this time," exclaimed Damar held in the room.

The men screamed happily, in contrast to the women who looked disappointed and moaned unwillingly with the physics class that had ended. Damar packed his luggage. When he wanted to step outside, his phone shook. The big palm rushed out his phone.

📩082189XXXX

Tonight so get it out, Mom? I miss. I'm waiting at home, yeah! 😍

Damar smiled widely, making the restrained screams of the Eve sound faint. Damar chose the chili with an echoing scream, the long fingers moving over the screen. Only to reply to messages received, from the idol of the heart.

📨Yes, I'll be there. Don't forget the beautiful dress up, dear.

Such is the reply to the message he sent to the idol of the heart, before deleting the message that has been sent. The phone is put back in the pants pocket. Damar Step out of the classroom.

"Send a message for his wife, Mr. Lecturer!"

"Crazy. I was loyal again. So I want to have a husband like Mr. Damar."

"That's right. Whoever his wife is, Mr. Damar, she's very lucky!"

Wiry whispers swirled, no one knew if the man they were elbowing was inversely proportional to what they were all thinking.

...***...

The atmosphere of the cafe looked so crowded, the smell of food rippled in many places. Slow music accompanied the visitors who came, the handsome face looked cold. The chubby-cheeked woman smiled happily. In the past, when he and the man in front of him were dating for the first time. There were many sweet things she and her husband did, sitting in the same cafe. Laughing on many topics. Even though Damar looks cute and cold. But, to her Damar was so warm. Makes him entangled and convinced in this man, sure to spend his side of his life with Damar.

"Dinar," call Damar wiggle the palm of Dinar that is on the table.

Dinar jerks. He commented that he was embarrassed by being caught daydreaming, Damar pulled back his hand. Leaned on the back of the chair with a look of eyes staring slowly towards Dinar's face.

"Y-yes, sorry, Mas. What was it, anyway?" ask Dinar in a slow tone.

"Why are we here?" ask Damar with sexy deep voice.

Dahi Dinar doubled in, Indeed if the husband and wife out to eat in the cafe want to do anything other than eat and talk lightly, Damar looks forced to be in the cafe with him. Dinar did not understand what Damar was saying at this time, because it was difficult to shoot Damar's mind.

"Eating only?" Damar again threw the question with one eyebrow thick in a high lift.

"Yes." Yeah." Reply Dinar nodded slowly.

Damar breathed a frustrated sigh. Really am! Damar wanted to curse because of the message that Dinar sent him. Said if he wanted to meet because there was something important he wanted to talk about. Then what is this? Just want to eat? He even canceled his planned meeting with Anjani. If Damar knew there was nothing important that his wife wanted to talk about he would not come.

"To eat can be at home. Why go out, waste money" said Damar.

The dinar froze for a moment, the bead of eyes that had once looked lively and cheerful instantly dimmed.

"Sorry, Mas," replied Dinar slowly.

"Other times, if there is nothing important to talk about don't send a message as if there is something important to talk about."

"But, I-I"

"That's it. I still have some business that's not quite right. You eat alone and you bring your bike?" cut Damar quickly threw the question at his wife.

Dinar lips opened but clenched back, his head nodding weakly. Answering Damar's question, disappointed. Of course, Dinar did not listen to Damar's behavior.

"Yes, already. I go first" Damar said before standing up. The man reached into his pants pocket. Take out two pieces of red-colored paper money put on the table.

Before stepping off leaving Dinar in his deepest disappointment, his lips on the slow bite. He didn't know why day after day Damar was getting colder. The less time they spend together. His chest was rumbling, the pain was biting itself. His head was deep, tears were shed. Where the fault lies, until Damar treated him very coldly.

The Dinar asked for just a little Damar time, bringing back a light of warmth into their household. Returns Damar's former affection and love for him. Where the early years of their marriage were, it was not wrong what people said. Households are not as luxurious and beautiful as wedding receptions.

...***...

"I'm sorry, Mom! Hem, come on, honey!" Damar persuaded the beautiful girl who was hugged from behind.

The beautiful girl snatched away upset that Damar was two hours late from the hour he promised. Anjani rebelled when Damar kissed on his right cheek.

"Stop! Anjani again bete the same Mas!" Prevent Anjani from holding those red lips against the wet kiss on her cheek.

Damar did not want to stay silent, he continued to try to make this teenage girl no longer sulked at him. Hugged and kissed Anjani's cheeks even though this beautiful girl rebelled. Until a loud laughter flowed when long fingers tickled the slender waist Anjani.

"He-stop!" Anjani yells in between the resistance because of Damar's tickling.

"I'm sorry. Just stop it," Damar replied in between his activities.

"okay! Okay, stop. I'm sorry" Anjani said.

Damar smiled widely, he pulled Anjani's body sitting on the sofa in the living room of the mansion. These two girls' parents are busy, making this teenage girl often on her own. They often spend time alone at home with nothing to bother.

Anjani wrapped her hands around Damar's neck. Put his head on Damar's chest. The man who has been giving happiness for the last two years. Although their relationship was forbidden, Anjani never questioned it. Most importantly, they love each other.

"I love Mas," said Anjani slowly.

Damar wrapped his hands around Anjani's waist.

"Mas too," Damar replied before the two smiled widely.

While in the simple house, there was a woman waiting in the living room, several times glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. Time has shown eleven o'clock at night. My husband still hasn't come home. Even his WhatsApp messages were ignored, his calls were not answered.

"Why haven't you gone home yet?" tanya Dinar lirih's.

Dinar stood up from his sitting position, stepping into the room. Grab a knit gardigan. To warm his body, avoid cold air damage the body. He stepped out of the house. Dinar decides to wait for Damar on the porch of his house.

"Eh! How are you still out, Din?" the cry beside the fence of his house sounded.

Dinar turned his head towards the origin of the voice, commenting on the friendly smile for his house neighbors. "Again wait Mas Damar, Ma'am," replied Dinar honestly.

"Oh! Still not home yet," replied Via.

The head of the Dinar nodded small. "Yes, Mommy."

"It's best to wait inside so that you don't get sick, get the night wind," advised Via softly.

"It's okay, Ma'am. I've packed this, so it won't be okay. Wait in the chopstick." Dinar replied showing the outer clothes he was wearing.

"Yes, then. I go in first, yes," said Via.

"Yes, Mommy."

Via into the house. Dinar died alone with eyes staring at the streets in front of his house. I hope Damar will come home soon. But time wasted, the husband never came. Leave Dinar in solitude, even though people are asleep. Dinar is still waiting, the presence of the beloved husband.

...Seriate.......