Happy After Divorce

CHAPTERS 30. SUDDENLY STRANGE

Amira frowned, she narrowed both her eyes. Noticing who just came out of the gynecology room, that was her ex-sister-in-law, wasn't it? The pat on the right shoulder jerked Amira. He turned to the side, finding the husband glancing at Amira with a stroke of astonished expression.

"Why stop? You're watching, what?" Jaka brought his attention to the front, finding out what made the wife suddenly stop and daydream.

Amira opened her mouth, then returned. Ah, maybe Amira was wrong to see, it is impossible to see is Dinar— ex-sister-in-law. Especially being in poly womb, his sister-in-law to the end still has no offspring. It became one of the weapons by the brother leaving Dinar, and made Amira sad. He suddenly thought what if the position of Dinar was himself, whether Damar the older brother would have the heart to hear my husband say that he was barren. To be the reason that he could leave Dinar, Dinar and Damar's divorce was enough to hit Amira. Make this woman gamang, until fret and restless after marriage 4 months passed.

Amira's head was flirting. "No, I think I saw it wrong, Jak! I thought my acquaintance. Uh, after I look carefully at different people," said Amira lying.

Jaka nodded in understanding, and said, "Then let's sit on the bench. We both need to get in line before your name is called."

Amira nodded slowly, the two resumed their footsteps. This time Amira hopes that if the moon is late are signs if she is pregnant, Amira is afraid if she can not have offspring. It could be that Jaka—this husband will be captivated by other women, to make him have to separate. Amira does not want and does not want to part with the man she loves so much, for Amira herself Jaka is her world.

***

"Think!" a loud enough cry stopped Dinar's footsteps suddenly.

The squeaking sound of shiny black pantofel shoes with marble floors was clearly heard, the young man in the oversize white coat seemed to be smiling widely approaching towards Dinar. Jackson always commented a big smile to Dinar, as if he saw the person he missed so much.

"Oh, Jackson," called out to Dinar as the young man stood in front of Dinar with an unflagging smile.

"Why didn't you come here? Know so I'll be down early to meet you," Jackson said enthusiastically. "Have you had lunch? If not, will you eat together, then me? It just so happened that I was just done with my schedule today," Jackson continued, his expression looking hopeful.

Dinar thinned his lips, his hands raised. Dinar's shady eye beads glanced towards the watch attached to his left wrist, it seemed like there would be no problem. After all, the doctor who handles the mother will definitely eat lunch as well. Dinar had consulted about taking her mother to foreign treatment, and the doctor said to pay attention these days. Whether his mother remained calm, to be taken to a foreign place.

The head of Dinar nodded at a glance. "Yes, can. Coincidentally I was still waiting for Doctor Wulan to finish his lunch hour," replied Dinar agreeing to Jackson's invitation to eat together.

Jackson scratched his back neck, wrongly stared at by this beautiful woman in front of him. He chuckles little, for no reason.

"Want to eat in a new cafeteria or restaurant near here?" haggard Jackson on Dinar.

Much better, isn't it? That way Jackson can talk longer with Dinar. It was difficult to hold Dinar by his side, let alone this one woman a worker. Similarly to Jackson, he does not have a fixed schedule.

"Cafeteria down there, let's not be so difficult to later to the next building. That's also if you don't mind, who knows if you want to try the food at the new restaurant that you just said," replied Dinar, smiling politely.

Jackson just nodded quickly. "Eh, not really. I don't mind eating anywhere, as long as it's the same as you," said without feeling awkward.

Dinar no longer anyone has, this woman is clearly divorced from the jerk lecturer. Jackson was quite heartbroken to hear women as beautiful and as great as the Dinar cheated, let alone hear the sacrifice of Dinar. Make the blood of men who work as doctors, feel the heat.

***

Selena, secretary of Mark Louis, raised her eyes, looking at the row of spirits on the table. From various places, dang the boss who had to meet 10 minutes more seemed busy tasting various flavors of rujak. Sometimes his head shakes, and nods after chewing. Getting the sour fruit and the delicious peanut sauce made him feel happy, Mark's head nodded. And dodging when feeling a voice that does not match his taste.

Whether the company that the CEO of this one manages will create a new business, a business runjak suppose. Selena's head was petty, this is not the time to think there. He had to remind the boss not to fall asleep with food on the table. Forgetting the important meeting they were about to present, Selena cleared her throat a few times.

"Sorry, Mr. President!" selena opened the conversation. "Another ten minutes Mr. President should get ready for an important meeting" he explained.

Mark's hand movements stopped suddenly, he looked up at the secretary. Who has been working with Mark for 3 years, and women most often Mark made it difficult. Because of the CEO of Casanova, this one.

"No mood, just cancel the meeting this time," Mark said, making Selena groan annoyed.

"Okay, Mr. President. They are already in the waiting room, how can we cancel the meeting kal—oh, yes, sir! I'll be reshuffling the meeting this time. Then please continue the tasting." Selena nodded and smiled forcefully, glaring at Mark's sharp eyes as if to subvert a human.

Selena took a few steps back, Mark was again busy with his food. Selena may not know that Mark has trouble eating food, mood swings, and brag in the morning. Mark is having a hard time, lucky that he lives next door to Dinar's apartment. Seeing the pretty face of Dinar makes the free-falling mood go back up high, tempting the woman into a panacea for Mark.

CLICK IT!

The glass door opened, and closed again. The sound of footsteps echoed, Mark was dumb with the person who had just walked into his room.

"March! This time the meeting was postponed anyway?" A waist-rigged watch stood across the table.

"I'm not in the mood, Arlo," replied Mark.

"God! You're the boss, Mark! My company needs to discuss important projects with you. This is what the hell trying? Just because of a bad mood, you canceled the meeting?" Arlo was inexhaustible. "Oi! Listen no, anyway? What else do you eat, huh! One room smells bad" Arlo said annoyed.

Good friend, if not already Mark throw from the top floor down. Hearing the cerocos from Arlo, which is considered very unimportant.

"S3, dong! Like, like, me," said Mark, the expression of his face was seen Arlo increasingly irritated.

What happened to the friend? Why is it so strange all of a sudden. Usually not like this, when it's time to work. Then Mark will be in on mode, seriously. This time it was different, people who never tasted the food suddenly became a fan of sour, spicy, sweet food.

Seriate...