Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 34. TRAUMATISED

"Shut up" said Dinar, sounding flat.

Mark pursed his slightly opened lips, this woman beside him was really fierce. At first Mark thought Dinar was a calm woman, like a rich Lady. Just a puff of breath flowed, the roar of the sea breeze caressed Dinar's face.

Mark's lips are a manyun, he's the one who brought Dinar to a place this good. Funny thing is, Mark who dikeki only for this one woman to enjoy the atmosphere of the afternoon. Highlight the shady eyes of Dinar seemed to stare for a long time at the vastness of the ocean, his hands were decked under his chest.

"You want me to not marry you? Or not the mother of my son. But if you don't want to, you could be my mother's daughter-in-law. If you don't want to, you can choose to be my life partner," said Mark, bombard Dinar with the choice he gave.

Dinar Attention on the side, his head looks small moving facing towards Mark. Small clucked, with a strangely different choice the goal remains the same.

"I don't want to, whatever the choice is. Just stay your wife, ogah," refused Dinar raw.

Mark commented with a smile, at last the woman he had forcibly kidnapped was willing to also speak and listen to her voice. Mark gave a silly smile, the plan remained the same.

"Why?" mark asked, his facial expression looking clueless. "Well, what part of it makes you not like me? Lookie! Physically I am perfect without any flaws. With a cool face like this, financially I am far from being able to. My family comes from a conglomerate, yes, arguably. From seedlings, bebet, and weights, i'am perfect." Mark patted the small chest of his field, looking so proud.

Dinar stepped back, shifting his position. Which had been facing the beautiful expanse of the open ocean, now towards Mark. Perfect, it might actually be pinned on a Mark Loius. Unfortunately it will have no effect on women who fall too deeply into trauma, failed parental marriages. Followed by his marriage that fell apart, if I'm honest Dinar is not confident in the new relationship.

"But you're like a desert lizard playboy," said Dinar after a long silence, a big smile on Mark's lips instantly broken.

Player.

Mark is a player, he has it all. For Mark which woman will not pursue himself, with a capable visual. A treasure that could make the Eve happy, no one could turn away from her.

However, Mark himself was not without reason to be like this. There is a bitter story that makes Mark act like a jerk, seeing Mark frozen. Dinar indifferently, the woman set both her bare feet up the beach, leaving Mark still struggling in his mind.

It turned out not bad also enjoy the beauty of the beach in the afternoon, when his mood was engulfed in endless anxiety. Almost Dinar was strangled hard when his wrist was pulled, his body hit the chest of Mark's field. Faintly he heard the loud beating of Mark's heart, connected with the sound of waves rippling.

A warm puff of Mark's breath hit the top of Dinar's head, Mark's body scent blending with the scent of the beach.

"If that woman were you, I'd be willing to take it all off. I'd be willing to be a fool, if it were you, Dinar." Mark is loud enough to be heard clearly by the hearing senses of the Dinar.

Dinar Head looked up, Mark's sharp eye bead seemed to soften. When their net was rubbed, Mark pulled both sides of his lips up high.

Forehead Dinar doubled, willing to be hurt? Slowly Dinar pushed Mark away from her. Mark took two steps back, letting his embrace slip.

Dinar breathed heavily. "I'll just say it once to you, Mark. And I hope you listen to this carefully. I will never fall in love with any man. I no longer want any relationship, for me. My heart, my happiness, and mine. More valuable just to get hurt again, I don't want to trust any man anymore. I will no longer kill my logic, I'm not ready to get hurt by a relationship!" The dinar explains how he feels about Mark.

"I do not ask you to kill your logic, nor to ask you to precede me above your interests. I don't care if I'm the one who has to be stupid in our relationship" said Mark, getting a bland laugh from Dinar.

Dinar's bland laughter stopped, she nodded slowly. "If you want to play house-house, please find another woman Mark. I'm done with something like that." Dinar said firmly, he did not want to give anyone the opportunity to enter further in his life.

Even the father of his own fetus, Dinar turned his body. Stepping wide leaving Mark, the young man seemed to be rubbing roughly his jet black mane.

...***...

Basic friend kunyuk, how can he laugh at the heart of Mark's serious heart. Arlo already knew something like this would happen to his friend Mark—, Mark Louis who touted, that he would never be loyal to one woman. Because the flowers are not only a sprig, in fact Mark is exposed to the real love virus. Directly hit by chaos, overwhelmed with a sense that can not be dammed.

"Well! Devout friend," said Mark annoyed.

Arlo raised both of his hands a sign he was giving up, although the rest of the crispy ruddiness was still heard. Mark put a sharp look on Arlo, Arlo's laughter subsided.

"It's your own fault, Mark. Who told you to even act like that, alternating. Well, how? You get, get the love virus. Anyway not gonna be like your mas, now nyahok right!" Arlo scoffs at Mark.

Mark let out a rough sigh, grabbing the whiskey sip it slowly. Putting his glass rough on the bar table, who would have thought it would be like this.

"Amaz Vinsen's problem, after all, is that he fell in love with the wrong woman, not because love itself was wrong. And you even seem to want to be a player," continued Arlo, mocking Mark.

Mark looked up at Arlo, with strange eyes. "You won't be able to say this if you know what it's like in my position, Arlo. Seeing your own brother die silly just for loving that woman, and end up coming home with a coffin."

Arlo closed his lips tightly, the dark period happened while they were in Junior High. Imagine how sick Louise's extended family was at that time, the eldest coming home lifeless. Because of the woman, traumatizing Mark. He was so snubbed at the woman who was chasing him, playing around with any woman. To vent his anger on women, make his mother must be dizzy with the act of the youngest.

Seriate....