Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 28. SORRY, NO USE!

Highlight the eyes of the two of them were obviously very worried about Dinar, how could they both let Dinar just leave. Moreover, Dinar will bring Anggun participate to go abroad, Dinar itself does not know for how many years he will live out there.

"Can't you find another way, Din? Instead of having to go abroad," persuaded the Princess with a hopeful facial expression.

Eva nodded. "Yes, Din! After all, that Mark won't know that you're pregnant with his child. Just remember that if you've slept together, you can only claim that this child is the son of your ex-husband" Eva said.

"If that's the case, then it's the Damar family's turn to go crazy. As you both know, his family would not have wanted me to part with Damar. Especially until I saw my stomach grow bigger, there I could have been forced to refer to Damar," said Dinar explained, every choice he took was a risk.

"Yes, anyway. Only if you go abroad, we'll both be very lost. If you were still here with this child, at least neither me nor the Princess would be so worried. We can both change to continue to be by your side" said Eva Lirih.

Dinar sighed violently, the sound of bells ringing disperse the discussion of the three friends, this. Dinar rose from her sitting position, while Eva and the princess exchanged glances. Who was the guest at the late hour of the night, Dinar stepped towards the apartment door. He stood at the door, squinting one eye. Peering at the door hole, Dinar clucked in annoyance.

"Who, Din?" asked the Princess, because she heard an upset speech flowing from Dinar's lips.

"The desert lizard," replied Dinar, before looking back.

"Get him here? It's 11 o'clock past" Eva chirped, sounding in disbelief at Mark Louis' arrival.

Both sides of Dinar's shoulders were raised high up at a glance, stating Dinar's incomprehension with Mark's arrival. The sound of the doorbell returning flowed, Dinar let out a rough sigh.

"Well, you two look! He's a lunatic, not because. I don't think there's another day to come here" complained Dinar. "How can I live quietly if I'm still here, I'm stressed."

Both understood, the men started out like ants swarming with sugar. If the doorbell was not able to make the owner of the apartment to smash the door, then now the man turned to banging on the door of the apartment, several times.

"Honey! Come on, open the door. I know you're inside!" mark exclaimed after his hand knocked hard on the apartment door.

"Come, Din! Bukain only, if he wants to sort of we beat together later," proposed Eva, the bar-bar.

Dinar nodded, he moved to open the apartment door. A wide smile rose on Mark's lips, inversely proportional to the woman he had disturbed.

"Good night Honey, beautiful flowers for the prettiest woman." Mark held out a bouquet of flowers towards Dinar. His expression was made as cool as possible, to hook Dinar.

Dinar's eye beads glanced towards the bouquet of flowers proffered towards her, an annoyed expression she lay on Mark.

"Bring back the flowers you brought Mr. Mark, and you need to know. There's an adab set up in the guesthouse, it's been a very night. And you interrupted my rest," said Dinar without having to mince words, and said sweetly.

Mark's head nodded small, Mark's two legs instantly moving. He passed the Dinar to enter just like that, Dinar heaved a heavy sigh. Seeing how brazen Mark is, he stumbles into his apartment.

"You take it easy, from today it's your new neighbor. My apartment is right next to yours, this bouquet of flowers as a sign of my hospitality, Honey! Ah, more precisely because I miss you, so I have to come as soon as possible here to say hello." Mark seemed so relaxed as he stepped onto the sofa.

"Just put the bouquet of flowers on the table, and please come out," said Dinar, driving away the delicate Mark.

It is basically this one man, always acting as he pleases. He dropped himself on the sofa again, smiling. Eva and Princess suddenly speechless look at the acts of Mark Louis, somehow shameless. Or no longer any veins of shame, instead sitting there relaxed.

"Why just stand there, Honey!" the baritone voice returned. "I have to get officially acquainted with two beautiful women, who are the best friends of my future wife, no."

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"Yes, how else, Pa," Damar replied sounding calm.

Jon snorted to see how the current state of Damar, everything did not escape the fault of the firstborn. Given a great wife he wanted a parasitic woman, women like Anjani there are so many out there.

"Now it's dizziness itself, isn't it? If you want to obey the words of parents, certainly do not have to move from the big university, Damar. Now you have to start everything from scratch again" said Jon, reminding Damar of the mistake.

From the back, Sri carries a tray of two cups of warm coffee and fried banana snacks, placed slowly on the table. Sri sat down next to her husband, noticing that the son looked thin.

"Eat the fried banana, you until thin kayak gini since not the same Dinar. He loves you not to eat, anyway," dumel Sri also makes Damar feel more tired.

Damar's hand moved to grab his warm coffee glass, slowly blowing the surface of the coffee. Sip the coffee before it is put back in place. The bead of his eyes turned towards the fried banana, for a long time Damar noticed the fried banana on the plate.

Dinar is the perfect wife, always ahead of her. Dinar used to often fry bananas, for both of them delicious when relaxing in the middle room. How warm it was, the gentle call of Dinar to Damar. Since the quarrel between the two of them, Dinar just called his name without frills call dear.

Sri glanced at the son, who was suddenly silent. His facial expression looked so sad, now what else could be done? The wood has become ashes. Nothing can be done, regretting is useless.

"Now niesel, anyway?" Sri patted the small back of the son's palm.

Damar turned his head towards the mother, the middle-aged woman gave a heavy sigh.

"Women aren't like Dinar, are they? Dinar loves you sincerely. Do anything for you, never complain. Want you to be hard like anything, want this family just ask for money with him. Never once did he complain, his only hope was one. You, you're the only hope of Dinar. He wants to be loved as much as he loves you, but you feel he is putting you down. Bored of him, he is no longer the same as you. The feeling is the difference," said Sri, increasingly hit Damar.

In fact, street lights can not replace the bright lights of the house, Damar is mistaken if he feels Anjani is the one he loves. And he will be happy with Anjani, which happens even the opposite. Jon clucked several times to see Damar's tears fall, no matter how beautiful the street lights glitter, it will still lose its beauty when brought home.

"Based on a foolish child" scorned Jon, he got up from his sitting position. He left his son and wife in the living room.

Seriate...