Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 37. MENDACIOUS

The sound of the clanking of the elevator rang loudly when the door opened, Dinar swung his footsteps to get out of the elevator. Just 3 times he stepped, Dinar found the existence of a middle-aged woman standing firmly in front of the entrance of Dinar's apartment. Judging from the clothes worn, not a single imitation item. Forehead Dinar shriveled, he was not familiar with the woman in front there.

Slowly but surely Dinar's legs stopped, the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful at her age was no longer young. Reviewing a thin smile, greeting Dinar.

"Sorry, Mom! Who's looking for, huh?" dinar asked politely, when he was in front of Wulandari's body.

"You're Dinar, aren't you?" tanya Wulandari, seems to know Dinar in just one look. This woman is beautiful, and looks graceful.

The Dinar Chief nodded slowly, still frowning the base of his forehead. Yes, of course the bontot is crazy about Dinar. The mother of four children understood why Mark could bend his knees to this beautiful woman in front of him. To forget his goal to spend the side of life, which he said would be adventuring bed until death.

Wulandari silently laughed amusedly in her heart, Mark who felt the virus of love become what it is today. Shadows' right, from 24 hours. Mark terrorized Wulandari 20 times, only to have her mother talk to Dinar. Remember that! Mark had asked Dinar to be his wife, but was rejected outright. This time Mark wants the mother to act, Mark still has not spoken to Dinar about the pregnancy of this one woman.

"I'm here to talk to Nak Dinar" said Wulandari, commenting on her in-line smile. "Would Son Dinar be able to spend some real time?" pinta Ulandari's.

"Sorry before, ma'am this—"

"Ah, yes. Previously introduce my name Wulandari, Mark's mother who is neighbors right next to Nak Dinar's apartment." Wulandari extended her hand towards Dinar.

Dinar looked clumsy mixed with misgivings receiving a helping hand from the crazy neighbor, he commented a forced smile.

"Oh, yes, Mom! Then wait a minute." The dinar slowly released Wulandari's hand, moving forward.

Dinar's hand moved to reach into his bag, fastly attaching the card to the door. The sound of the apartment door opening was clear, Dinar entered first. Pushing the apartment door wider to welcome the presence of this socialite woman, Wulandari entered the Dinar apartment.

Bead eyes circulate staring around the room, the scent of room fragrance immediately greeted Wulandari's lungs. He is welcome to sit on the sofa, Dinar moves deftly. Put the bag that he brought to the top of the closet, then switch to the kitchen set without a bulkhead.

Wulandari opened her lips, asking for Dinar not to bother. Unfortunately Dinar turned his back on Wulandari, grabbing two medium-sized cups and the orange juice he had made this morning. Pour over two glasses, then put them back into the refrigerator. Dinar stepped closer to the living room sofa, carrying a tray. His body was bent small, laying a tray aided by Wulandari. Dinar sits on the single sofa, facing Wulandari.

"Please drink, Mom!" fun Friendly Dinar.

Wulandari nodded, also reluctant if not to drink the drinks that had been served to him. Wulandari sipped slowly, just a little, the glass was put back into place.

"So, the purpose of my arrival here is to talk about Nak Dinar's relationship with Mark" Wulandari said without having to mince words. "As Nak Dinar knows, Mark loves Nak Dinar very much. She said that Nak Dinar was pregnant with her son Mark, so I guess. This has to be discussed in a family way, for that. Sorry for what happened, and I hope that Nak Dinar will marry Mark soon. For the sake of the baby who was in the womb Nak Dinar," continued Wulandari looked so calm.

Both eyes were wide, how could Mark know about Dinar's pregnancy? Don't-don't Mark remember about the night in between a new shirt by Dinar, but how could it be?

"... apologize in advance, Ms. Wulandari. I don't understand what happened, I am pregnant. But not Mark's son, there seems to be a mistake here. Whether Ms. Wulandari does not know, or Mark does not say that I am a widow. More precisely recently divorced from my husband, this child is the son of my ex-husband. I never slept with Mark," lied Dinar, who initially seemed hesitant.

Oh God!

Wulandari suddenly felt her head twitching, the youngest was completely out of reason. The dinar forcefully pulled both sides of her lips upwards, her face looking calm. Contrary to his turbulent heart, Dinar did not want to be married by any man. He just wants to live alone with the child in his womb, and also his mother.

Why don't people understand this, Dinar just wants to live quietly. The trauma and wounds in the heart of the Dinar were too great for anyone who offered to treat it, the Dinar of fear.

"Ah, sorry," muttered Wulandari looking embarrassed. "It looks like Mark is joking too far, then sorry for interrupting my time for Dinar. I have to leave immediately, once again sorry yes," continued Wulandari embarrassed not kepalang.

Dinar gave a broken nod, and said, "Yes, it's okay, Mom! Then be careful on the way home."

Dinar and Wulandari both got up from their sitting positions, stepping towards the door to the outside. The door opened and closed again, Dinar's body slumped on the floor. Both of his legs lost the energy to stand up straight, the sweat dripping profusely.

"I have to get out of here," monologue Dinar, with both beads eyes appearing to be moving wildly.

The only option to save Dinar's life is to leave, others may not know. How does it feel to be afraid of a relationship, a sense of disbelief in a new relationship.

...***...

"That's all," the woman muttered softly.

******* tired to count. "Yes, how else, ma'am. He is stupid, we are ashamed. Including the same Ma'am," said Sri with a helpless expression.

"Eh, but do you know, Sri?" tanya Jubaidah made Sri's forehead more wrinkled.

"Know about what, anyway, Ma'am?" ask back Sri does not understand what is meant by this cousin of his mother's side.

Tohir and Jubaidah stay at the house of Damar's parents for 4 days, he recounts the incident 2 days ago. When he met with Dinar, expressed surprise about the divorce of Damar and Dinar. Sri told me briefly, not covering up for Damar's mistakes.

"Dinar, it's like being pregnant" Jubaidah replied with a serious facial expression.

"Huh? Aye, ta?" Sri gasp.

Jubaidah's head nodded quickly. "Yes, he was not honest at first. But since I'm talking about the characteristics of a pregnant woman, she's honest. However, he said it was not the son of Damar," said Jubaidah, back.

Seriate...