Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 33. PERPETUAL WOUND

The footsteps of the two stopped in the lobby of the apartment, a gentle smile reviewed by the doctor for the woman standing next to him. If you can be honest, Jackson feels very happy because he got a phone call by Dinar. Although the beautiful woman contacted Jackson to check on other men, Jackson tried to look professional when checking on Mark's condition.

"Thank you, Jackson. And I'm so sorry, calling you all of a sudden is like this. Until you have to bother coming here," said Dinar, his expression looks so awkward.

Jackson's head immediately gave a small nod, and replied, "Just relax, Dinar. I'm actually happy to be contacted with you, after all I said to you myself, if there's anything you can contact at any time. I have absolutely no objection, to come to you."

Dinar nodded at a glance, though he hesitated to trouble Jackson. Dinar had no other way, this was the only way to save her and the child in her womb.

"Oh, yes, was that man your lover?" jackson asked, his face looking expectantly anxious.

Jackson hopes that if the man is not Dinar's new lover, Jackson is approaching Dinar slowly. Although he doubted if the man who almost an hour Jackson cared for was Dinar's new lover, considering Dinar was only a few months legal status to be a childless widow. According to Jackson himself, women will not be easily lost from trauma. Failure in the household, especially the case of Dinar is quite heavy.

Her ex-husband had an affair with a woman much younger than Dinar, instead pregnant with the child of Dinar's own ex-husband. That's why Jackson had to be careful and slow but sure to approach Dinar. The woman beside this was wrapped in wounds, Jackson had no idea how big of a wound Dinar was going through.

"He's a nobody, just a slightly troublesome neighbor," replied Dinar, smiling slightly at Jackson's expression on the face which looked silly smiling.

"Ah, as it turned out," murmured Jackson quietly.

Clattering footsteps from the direction of the lobby approached the two, standing in front of Jackson and Dinar.

"Dinar," he called to attract the attention of both.

Dinar is surprised to find his father present, while Jackson is seen watching Dinar and the middle-aged man in front of Dinar alternately. It seemed familiar in the doctor's eyes, when and where Jackson had seen the presence of this middle-aged man.

"Who is he, Dinar?" tanya Amar pursed the base of her nose. Found a stranger next to the princess.

Dinar sighed heavily, let alone being cooled by this father.  The person who most did not want Dinar to meet either by chance or not was this man, the man who broke Dinar's first love.

"He's my friend, Pa," replied Dinar quickly, Dinar carrying the look in Jackson's eyes.

"Thank you again, yeah, Jackson. I'm sorry I couldn't get you to the car park, for the check-up money I'd transfer," Dinar said, getting a quick sled from Jackson.

"Eh, no need, Dinar. This is between the two of us anyway, it's okay" Jackson said quickly. He smiled politely at Amar. "Then I say goodbye, Dinar! Um!" continued Jackson, do not know how much more the air between father and son was gripping.

Jackson stepped away from Dinar and Amar to the door outside, now only Jackson remembered. Amar is a man who several times visited the building next door, asking how the development of Dinar's mother. Jackson heard at a glance, the man is the reason why Dinar's mother lost her sanity. It's a pity that Dinar's life, having a broken family by a third person. Then his home life was destroyed by a third person, Jackson stopped for a moment when he went outside the lobby door. Glancing inward, it was obvious that Dinar's facial expression was upset.

...***...

Flight tickets and some important files extended to Dinar, Amar misses his daughter. Even though Dinar desperately rejects Amar's presence, or hates her. Amar has no problem with it all, the fault lies with Amar. It was he who destroyed Dinar's happiness, but Amar could not live without the woman he loved. He tried hard to live with Anggun—his ex-wife, the woman who was betrothed by her parents.

Amar thins his lips. "You want to go abroad, don't you? Papa found a good place. A country that is friendly to women, and you can release all your wounds there. The house is close to the hospital, and several entertainment facilities. For your mama, Papa will take care of you here. It's all because of Papa, so Papa will make up for it. Whether it's you or your mother" said Amar firmly.

"Redeem it," repeated Dinar parroted. "Error Papa to death, will not be redeemed, Papa! How many hundred times do I have to talk to Papa?"

Amar sighed heavily. "It's been decades, Dinar. Why is it so hard for you to apologize, Papa?"

Dinar tightly closed both eyelids, the anger in his chest that had been extinguished now felt flared back. Dinar's eyelids were open, her beautiful bead looked scarred.

"Why do you want to know why I haven't forgiven you yet, Papa?" dinar asked, Amar nodded. "Because Papa and the woman are happy, Pa! Because you're happy, I hate to see you guys happy. I hate to see that woman happy, I hate to see you guys doing well after ruining my life and Mama's. Suppose you suffer, maybe I'll soften up a little. The laughter of you two is so loud, Pa! Harder than my cry."

Dinar answered excitedly, as a child. Dinar felt hurt too deeply. Plus he also got the same pain as his mother, it feels like the Dinar wound that has not dried was again dredged deeper.

Amar pensively heard Dinar's anger, his head bowed deeply. In fact the word sorry will not be able to treat Dinar's wounds, his son wants destruction for the Amar family.

...***...

A faint groan draped on Dinar's lips, Dinar's slender body wriggling on the bed.  Next to his eyes was a small open, when did Dinar fall asleep? He was on his bed. Uh, wait, the bed? Dinar's body instantly flung down in a quick bow. Highlighting eyes so intensely staring at him, Dinar had just realized there was another existence inside his room.

"Wake up, Honey?"

Intonation hoarse tone makes Dinar spontans inching backward, until his back hit the bed dashboard. Mark seemed to sit firmly, his head looking up staring at the wide-eyed Dinar.

"Ka—kamu why are you here?" The dinar stuttered, pointing towards Mark.

Mark chuckled slightly, and replied, "Yes, can dong, darling. I know your pin, like you know my pin. We'll have a couple of lovers, of course, must know the pin code of the door of each apartment."

Dinar knows Mark's apartment pin, yeah, because this guy told me. Unlike Mark, he never told this man the code of his apartment. Why is this guy suddenly like a psychopath who is obsessed in the eyes, Dinar.

"You didn't tell me your apartment's pin code, Dinar. But I'm quite frank, I remember the code that entered when opening the apartment door, let alone the code is quite simple," continued Mark who knows what is now thought by Dinar.

"out! You crazy man, "go out Dinar, before he shuffles to the lip of the right side of the bed.

Mark got up slowly from his sitting position on the floor, and said, "I'll go, Dinar. You better rest, you look depressed with your father's presence. Do you want me to eliminate him?"

Whoa! Truly a psychopath, this man said so with an innocent facial expression. It was as if the words he had just uttered were ordinary words.

Seriate....