Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 4. DIE, YOU!

Dinar was seen smoothing out his appearance, a wide smile imprinted on Dinar's lips. Today Dinar even deliberately asked for his retirement ration, only to be able to approach Damar at university. The husband said there were still hours on campus, at least occasionally Dinar wanted to see how dashing the husband was when teaching. Dinar had heard that Damar was a killer lecturer on campus, at least handsome face and body shape that looks stocky. Rescuing Damar from the girls' frustration on campus, though Damar's courses make their heads smoky.

Dinar comes out of the toilet room, it approaches the sink. Some women came out of public toilets, some went straight into the toilet room. There are also those who only enter to just look in the mirror, tidying up his appearance.

"Eh, it's physics class time, right, huh?" asked the wavy-haired girl, before glancing towards her theme.

The wrist of Dinar who was wiping his palm stopped suddenly, he tried to steal the listen. The shoulder-haired girl gave a small nod, before sighing violently.

"But, Mr. Damar said to replace today with tomorrow" lamented the short-haired man.

"Thank God, I didn't learn physics. My head is mumbling, but Mr. Damar's reason, what?"

"Oh that, Mr. Damar did not give any reason. Just saw that Mr. Damar was picked up by his wife."

"How's Mr. Damar's wife? Beautiful, no?"

Dinar felt his entire blood flow rippling, even the heartbeat of Dinar felt faster. The shoulder-haired girl frowned, before a small crackling.

"Kata Dance anyway, like a teenage boy. Maybe Mr. Damar's wife is under us. Abis said he was carrying it like a high school boy, "reply with the short hair.

The dinar blinked a few times, the two women came out after finishing with their activities. The dinar turned off the flowing sink water, before his hand grabbed the tissue in the corner. Swiping quickly at his palm, a wet Dinar. Groped the bag, took out a rectangular object. Dinar's finger danced over the screen, before it was affixed to its earlobe.

TUT! TUT!

Tone connect the phone connected, Dinar seen biting his lower lip. Unfortunately the voice of the operator who answered, Dinar again contacted Damar. Still the same, Dinar started to mess up. Dinar's finger began to type the message, at least he should know the whereabouts of the husband.

(MY HUSBAND)

(MAS DAMAR, STILL ON CAMPUS RIGHT NOW?)

Dinar bit his lower lip, it took a few minutes for his phone to vibrate.

(MY HUSBAND)

(YES, I'M TEACHING. I CAN'T PICK UP YOUR PHONE.)

DEG! DEG! DEG!

The tip of the fingers of the fingers was cold as ice, Dinar pensively after reading a message full of lies. Even the Dinar palm shook violently, Dinar felt difficulty breathing. Dinar took his breath slowly, and threw it away no less slowly. Dinar can not stand still like this, Dinar put the phone back in the bag. Before stepping out of the toilet. His heart suddenly tightened, but there was nothing that could be done. If Dinar doesn't know the truth, if Damar is on campus teaching what Damar says. Or even the Damar referred to by the women was the name of a different lecturer.

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A rough gust of breath from Damar's mouth made Anjani, clucking bitterly. The teenage girl thinned her lips, and laid her head on Damar's thigh. The idol, who today has to cancel the teaching hours for the sake of Anjani.

"Is that Ma'am Dinar, again?" anjani asked even though she knew the answer was obvious.

"Yes," said Damar before long fingers Damar rubbed gently the hair that blocked the cute face Anjani.

"Curtain! Why else? Tumben Mbak Dinar called until he sent Mas a message," complained Anjani.

Damar chuckled little hearing how the lover was jealous, just assume Damar was crazy. Because dating Anjani, at a time when the status of Damar was already legal to be the husband of Dinar. Damar does not deny that marriage is so boring, especially Dinar which is considered monotonous. There is no adorable cute behavior, especially women tend to be independent. All things can be done alone, making Damar feel unnecessary. Don't forget Dinar is so stubborn, and sometimes gives Damar a headache. But unlike Anjani, this teenage girl is so dependent on Damar. Not infrequently act cute when Damar is angry, not even serious.

"Maybe because of his possessive illness," Damar replied with origin.

"Mas! I'm done with the exam next month. And of course I graduated High School. I want us to get married as soon as possible, Mother and Father hope that Mas will marry me quickly," Anjani pinta with a hopeful expression.

Both of Anjani's parents are single men, a lecturer at one of the top campuses. Moreover, the life of the Anjani family that is not at the level of being, the Anjani family is just an ordinary family. Anjani is the eldest of four siblings, seeing the establishment of Damar. Of course, Anjani's parents agreed with the relationship, even did not hesitate to ask Damar to stay at home in the same room with Anjani. Crazy, but what can I do. Because of fear, Damar will leave their daughter at least if with Damar their beautiful daughter will live happily.

"Yes, of course," Damar replied.

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Damar frowned as he felt the entire house pitch dark, Damar stepped closer to the living room light switch.

CLICK IT!

The lights of the room instantly lit up, Damar turned his body around. The man was stunned when he saw the whereabouts of the wife sitting on the sofa of the living room, with a blank look. Damar stepped closer to the sofa.

THE PUK!

The pat on Dinar's right shoulder made the woman look up, looking at Damar's face. The man was seen carrying a bouquet of flowers, ah, it was very desirable for Dinar to laugh at the bouquet of red roses. If Dinar does not know what happened, of course Dinar will jump excitedly to receive a bouquet of flowers from Damar. Damar stretched out towards Dinar, with a faint smile.

"What's this?" ask Dinar in a soft tone.

"Bouquet of flowers, dong. Come on, take it," he answered without a burden.

Dinar was eager to stand up, throwing a bouquet of flowers at Damar's face. Who can smile without sin, what less has Dinar been? Until Damar plays crazy behind Dinar. With a High School boy, Dinar isn't a dumb girl. Who will not be able to find the absence of the husband, and the identity of the girl. The dinar receives a bouquet of flowers from Damar's hands.

"Thank you," replied Dinar in a soft tone.

Damar nodded slowly, the man stepped closer to the room of the two of them. Damar did not even ask, why did Dinar sit in a dark room. The man no longer cared, in fact. The dinar puts a bouquet of flowers on the table. The folding knife in his hand was instantly opened, Dinar's footsteps widened. Dinar's palm pulled Damar's shoulder, until Damar's body turned toward Dinar.

JLB! JLB!

Twice the puncture in Damar's stomach caused both of Damar's eyes to widen, with fresh blood seeping through his stomach.

"Dead, you!" dinar exclaimed, pressing the knife deeper into Damar's stomach.