Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 38. MY MINE!

"I'm not lying, Mama!" mark's mouth is blaring.

Wulandari glanced with annoyed eyes, her hands folded under her chest. "What is the evidence that the child in her womb is your child? He can't lie to Mark. It's not easy being a single mother, Dinar certainly knows this," replied Wulandari, he did not understand the way Mark thought.

If indeed the child was his grandson, it would be impossible for Dinar to lie. Moreover, the woman had just become a widow, Mark did not say anything about the status of Dinar. The youngest just urged Wulandari to come propose to Dinar, it kept repeating.

"And, you! Why don't you tell me she just became a widow, Mark. Dinar bluntly said that the child she was carrying was the child of her ex-husband," continued Wulandari, scolding Mark.

Mark rubbed his face rough, reddish. ******* tired of flowing, Mark's hand moved to loosen his tie. Unlocking the top 3 buttons of the black shirt he was wearing, Mark thought last night his mother managed to persuade Dinar. Because Wulandari did not give any news at all, in fact the mother was rejected under the pretext that was considered unreasonable at all.

Mark does not have definitive proof that the child in Dinar's womb is his son, but Mark is sure. The dream was true, happened on the night Dinar and Mark drank alcohol. Dinar's arrival replaced the shirt that Mark had loaned, Mark offered the alcohol he had just bought. Rates are quite high, when he woke up during the day Mark did not find anyone in his bed. Something strange, the bed sheets have changed. And he was wearing full clothes, the clothes he was wearing that night were even in the washing machine. Similarly, the bed linen, both have been washed and dried live in a little sun.

Mark does not suspect, Mark may forget that the maid who is usually assigned to clean the house and wash Mark's clothes. Towards the bed sheet, for his clothes he who was drunk exchanged new clothes.

"First, that kid is my son, Mama," Mark said

keukeh, make Wulandari cluck upset. "Secondly, they've been divorced for a long time. Dinar was the victim of an affair, they were married 5 years without children. That boy, my son. I reiterate as long as the boy is my son, Mama. I don't care what her status is, a widow or a girl. Obviously I'm crazy about him" Mark continued, excited.

Wulandari thinned her lips. "Let's see your face in the glass, Mark. You've been like your mas, when he wanted that woman. What is the difference between you and your husband? Nothing, Mark. You're starting to get logically paralyzed. Okay, fine! Let's just say the Dinar is lying. If the child is your child, then why would he lie? She definitely doesn't want you to be her life partner, Mark. The point is he doesn't want you, if you're too obsessed with him, it's not Mark's love. Be careful" replied Wulandari giving advice to the son.

Mark sighed violently, rubbing his mane rough, he knew Dinar did not want to live with him. The woman made it clear she did not want to marry any man, even though the child belonged to Mark. But the woman does not want to be married what?

"Me and Me are different, Mama! I love the wrong woman, while I love the right woman" Mark said. "I will fight for Dinar to accept myself. No matter how hard it is and how much time I spend. What is clear is that I will fight for Dinar and my son, Mama only need to give our blessing later," Mark continued, he turned his back on his mother.

"Hey! Where you going, Mark?" wulandari shouted asking where the son who looked chaotic.

"You kidnap people's children." Mark answered so casually, stepping wide out of the mother's study.

Okay, Wulandari starts dizzy instead of playing. Why did he have two stupid sons, only 2 daughters who would obey his words. His fingers moved a small massage on both sides of his forehead, ah, Wulandari forgot. If the husband is as crazy as his son, want to be angry is free. Once they decide, they will never falter.

"Shouldn't I have married Mark's father, if I knew his son was as pluck as his papa, so. I can die before I see all my grandchildren are teenagers" frustrated Wulandari said.

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Dinar's facial expression looked calm, even though his heartbeat was pounding hard. Mark's expression looked relaxed, did Wulandari talk to Mark? Why was his reaction this calm, suddenly Dinar felt bad.

"Come, sit! Just stand there, Dinar!" Mark exclaimed with a hand code pointing at the sofa in front of him.

The bristles of Dinar's body stood up, he gulped down the saliva stuck in the esophagus slowly. Slowly he stepped. Sitting on the sofa of his apartment, Mark opened several food boxes. Dinar only noticed what Mark was doing, the young man seemed to be grabbing a piece of cup cake. Bite the tip of the cup cake, again smiling innocently.

"Please eat Dinar, I don't know which flavor you like. So I bought all the flavor variants" Mark continued.

Dinar grabbed one cup of cake, biting it slowly chewed it. There were some variations of cold drinks on the table, Dinar thought Mark would go berserk. Wanting to be refused entry into the apartment, it felt impossible. Because Mark certainly knew Dinar was in the apartment, through the fucking cctv that had been installed. Now Dinar just understood, why Mark knew when Dinar was in the apartment and when he was outside.

"It's a vanilla flavored drink, more I recommend for pregnant women." Mark slid the cold drink towards the Dinar.

Dinar grabbed him, one hand holding a cup cake, the other holding a cold drink. Mark got up from his sitting position, smashed a straw into the drink hole. He smiled again, moving back to the sofa. Back chewing the other cake, Dinar who was scared suddenly bigung must how.

"Ma—makasih," murmured Dinar stammered.

He took a slow sip of cold drinks until half, he could feel how intense Mark was staring at him.

"How, scramble?" mark asked again.

The Dinar Chief nodded slowly, placed the drink back onto the table. The dinar bit back the cup cake piece, chewing it slowly.

"I'm going to take a few months off at my company, I'm asking Papa to manage the company for a while" Mark said, explaining without having to be asked by Dinar.

The dinar yawned, its head was begging. The drowsiness attacked Dinar, the weight of his head. He faintly heard words that began to be vague from Mark's lips.

PLUGS!

Cup cake in Dinar's hand fell on the floor, along with Dinar's body that was rolled on the sofa. Mark's friendly expression faded away, he got up from his sitting position.

"Dinar! You, wrong to play with me. Once I say you are mine, then until whenever. It's never gonna change, baby!"

Mark's fingers moved to play with Dinar's hair, he grinned.

"Just, stay with me, my love!" Mark smiled wider and wider at the regular roar of Dinar's breath.

Seriate...

Celaam ih, Om Mark🫣🫣Adek Atut, but boyeh is yes, kidnapped Ama om Mark🤣