Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 39. UNCOVERED

Amira let out a heavy sigh several times, Jaka looked towards the back. The wife seemed to frown a few times, before sighing heavily.

"What's up, Ra? How do you breathe out from there?" tanya Jaka, the man who has the same profession as Amira takes a seat right next to Amira.

"Remember, Jak? When we both go to Obstetrician Poly?" ask Amira, looking serious.

"Well, why, Ra?"

"In that day I saw Mbak Dinar, his ex-wife Mas Damar. I wasn't sure, but I heard Bude talking to Mama. Dinar's sister said she was pregnant, what does that mean her niece, me?" said Amira, enthusiastic.

If indeed in the content of Dinar is the son of Damar, automatically Dinar and Damar have the opportunity to re-refer. Anjani could have been removed from his family life, the woman was just a shame for the Amira family. A little more money, money, and money. There is nothing to talk about other than money with the older brother, Anjani is not the right woman for the older brother.

Jaka pondered for a while, Dinar is pregnant with Damar's child? That's something that's very unlikely for Dinar. Wh why? As far as Jaka himself, they had been married for 5 years but Dinar never got pregnant. Similarly, Anjani, his former student seems frustrated. Until successfully connecting with Jaka, Jaka was very sure his brother-in-law was barren.

"Jaka! Oh, just shut up." Amara patted the husband's thigh quite hard.

Jaka flinched, pulling both sides of his lips up. "Ah, I don't think it's possible to be pregnant with Mas Damar's child."

"Who? How impossible. They were a couple in the past, before getting divorced. You may have had sex, then divorced. Kayak in dramas," said Amira, keukeh with his thoughts.

'Yes, if your mas is fertile. Wong Mas Damar has problems with fertility.'

"Jaka! How did you even see me like that, anyway? What I'm talking about isn't wrong, you know."

Jaka nodded slowly. "Yes, nothing is wrong. Let's just say it's Mas Damar's son, what do you think your family wants? Ma'am Dinar will not want to go back with Mas Damar. Especially now there's Anjani, right? It is certain Mbak Dinar will choose to remain as it is today," replied Jaka, giving his opinion on Dinar's decision, even if the child is the son of the brother-in-law.

"Curtain! Don't say that name anymore, Jak! I like to get sick when I hear that name. From the beginning of teaching at our school, I felt bad about that beautiful girl. Suppose he does not destroy the household Mas Damar and Mbak Dinar, Mas Damar will not be kicked from the university where he teaches," said Amira upset. "If the child in the womb of Mbak Dinar is the son of Mas Damar, we can persuade Mas Damar and Mbak Dinar to refer. For Anjani it can be thrown away from the gatel woman and matre one!"

"Then how the same child in the womb Anjani, however it is your nephew, also loh," said Jaka, reminding Amira.

It's good that this woman wants to kick her son, Jaka wants her son to have a happy life. Jaka may be a man who plays crazy with his former student himself, but he still has the feeling and responsibility of being a strong father.

"Yes, yes, too" muttered Amira.

"Ah, how about gini. We raised the child as our foster child, after all, that child is your nephew too. Although you do not like her mother, consider it as a lure so that you get pregnant immediately. Then the problem will be solved, Mas Damar will be back together with Mbak Dinar, Anjani can go from the life of Mas Damar. We can also have children and raise your nephew" Jaka proposed quite cleverly.

"But Anjani won't want that child of ours, Jaka. You do not understand how he, when asked for help-help light work with Mama. Beeeh, I've been asked to do all this homework," said Amira upset.

Jaka chuckled slightly, and replied, "Yes, her name is also still immature, Amira. She was supposed to have just been in university in the first semester, and was pregnant. Let me persuade you later, which is important now that you and your family will."

For a long time, Amira thought, she nodded. The smile on Jaka's lips was instantly wide.

Mark seemed to casually look at the raging dinar, how not? This pregnant woman was taken to a large house. With so many bodyguards standing guard down there, his breath was hunting.

"Don't be angry dong, Honey! Then our child will do anything," said Mark, smiling innocently without sin.

The dinar slowly clenched its eyelids, before it reopened. He turned his body, facing Mark. You crazy guy! How could Mark kidnap Dinar and lock him up in the luxurious mansion that was out of nowhere at the moment.

The huge mansion had all the house phones revoked, not a single one could make Dinar connect with any place out there. His phone was somehow hidden where by Mark.

"I want to go home, right now!" dinar shouted shrillly, after destroying all the contents of the room he occupied.

Next to Mark's thick eyebrows pulled up high, he smiled gently at Dinar.

"You're home, honey. From now onwards this is your home, our home. Everything is here, you don't have to worry" Mark replied calmly.

"You're crazy, Mark. This kid is not your son, don't do it. This child is the son of my ex-husband" Dinar said.

Mark's eye brows furrowed. "Until when do you have to lie to me, Dinar? You should clean the CTF at that time. There's one thing you forgot to lose, as evidence."

Dinar's body shivered, glaring at the eyes that had once seemed friendly and bright. Now it turned slowly to sharp and firm, even the strokes of his facial expression looked different.

"I love you, that's the truth. That kid is my son that's the fact, don't try to lie to me, Dinar. Your ex-husband's son, huh? I'm not a stupid Dinar guy. And it's impossible for a businessman like me, not to prepare evidence before bringing you here, Dinar. Everything happens because of your dishonesty, as well as your reckless actions. You think I can't think, until you don't know you want to run away from this country. Bringing my son," continued Mark, the young man slowly rose from his sitting position.

Step in the direction again beside the bed. Taking out the files, re-enforced his lowered body. Stepping towards Dinar, introspective.

"Ja—don't come near!" scream Dinar, stammering.

His lips trembled in fear, seeing the reaction of Dinar, Mark was only able to let out a rough sigh. His footsteps stopped, he put the files he bought at an unkempt price on the table that looked slanted. Mark retreated to the back, sitting back on the sofa at the foot of the bed that had been messed up by Dinar.

"Open up, and read. Whatever your decision is, you will never be able to change my decision to make you my wife and mother of my son" Mark said.

Dinar's hand stretched out timidly, he took out the contents of the envelope. Some of his departure files, as well as the country he will be heading to. Then another sheet states about the overall health of the body. Dinar's eyes widened, his lips wide open.

"Interference*****, and very low amount. That's why 5 years of marriage you've never had a child, Dinar. Hows it? Still want to admit he's your ex-husband's son. And if you still want to dodge, there's CCTV in the room. I forgot to say yes. My room actually had CCTV pointing to the entrance of the room, not me who installed it.  It was my nosy sister" Mark said, hitting Dinar.

In shock, Dinar did not know what to react to. It froze, game over!

Seriate...

Ayooo, loh, Dinar🤣🤣🤣 Om Mark accu uga want to dong diulik🫣🫣🫣🫣