Happy After Divorce
CHAPTER 41. THEATRICALS
"Please, Sir!" exclaimed the nurse when the door opened wide, for the dapper-clothed man of that one.
Shiny pantofel shoes knock on the floor of the room dim, the sun no longer reigns on the throne. The lights of the room started to light up, Amar's eye bead could clearly see the figure of the woman with dangling hair sitting behind him.
"Anggun," call Amar Iirih. "Don't the time that passes make you forgive me?" ask Amar to Anggun.
The woman looked back, her eyes looking at Amar. Once upon a time, Anggun was fascinated with the handsome face of Amar. A cold man loved by many women, Amar is an idol. Anggun was a shy woman, who silently watched Amar from a distance.
"Can't we exclude Dinar from this anger of yours, Graceful?" ask Amar slowly.
Gracefully gazing for a long time towards Amar, the story of the plight is crushing the heart of Anggun. His love is stepped on, he is humbled. Gracefully accept everything, as long as Amar stays by his side. Being the husband and father of his daughter, in fact someone who never put his heart on her. It will still go, no matter how hard Grace is trying.
"How long ago, I was like this. However, it still feels like I hate you, Amar," said Anggun he descended slowly from the sickly bed.
"Are you not sorry for Dinar? Shelove you. Fight me, blatantly," said Amar, not believing in his stubbornness, Anggun.
Graceful laugh loudly boomed, her tears were breaking. Amar was silent, watching his ex-wife with eyes of disbelief. Anggun's hand rubbed the rough of the falling tears, his hand raised pointing towards Amar with a streak of angry face.
"That's very lacking, Amar. Than my pain, because of you. How does it feel to be hated by your own daughter? How does it feel to be scorned by your daughter? Ah, it hurts, doesn't it?" Graceful put on a rogue expression. His hand went down stroking his chest which was painful.
Amar let out a rough sigh, this one woman is crazy. He was willing to languish in a mental hospital for years just to make Dinar hate Amar, should Amar tell Dinar that Anggun did not really lose his sanity. Amar should be able to tell Dinar, that Anggun just wants to torture everyone. For the sake of grudges ingrained, Anggun know. For Amar himself, Dinar was the first princess to touch Amar's heart.
Amar does not love Anggun, he touches gracefully to gain recognition from his family. Utilizing the graceful love towards her, when Anggun is pregnant. Even Amar never fulfilled what Anggun wanted, for Amar. The child was only a child of Anggun, so why when the loud crying raged, when Dinar was born. Changing the world of Amar, the bright eyes stared at Amar innocently. Dinar's beauty and cuteness changed Amar, loving her daughter. The baby that he initially did not consider, whether since when Amar put his world on Dinar.
The dinar that made Amar last for years, theatricalized into a perfect husband figure. However, love for another woman, can not Amar weir.******* happened when his father exhaled the last breath, Graceful fear. He tried to drive away the beloved, to keep him away from Amar. The culmination of the calamity occurred, Amar wrathful. He divorced Anggun uncompromisingly again, though Anggun begged at his feet.
"Enough, get here, Graceful. Meet your daughter, tell her the truth. Release yourself from the shackles of the past, from the very beginning you know. I married you for inheritance, you agreed to it because you wanted me. Do not forget to live in an empty room, then take tranquilizers. Suppose that you let go of everything, looking for another man who is sincere with you. Then neither Dinar nor you will need to be torn to shreds like this," said Amar, sounding heavy.
Gracefully tearing. "What is the difference between me and you, Amar? As hard as anything and as sincere as I am to you. In fact it's still that woman who makes you willing to run thousands of kilometers barefoot, just for her. Same with me, as far as I'm looking for another person. My heart cannot, I love you and I hate you too. I hate it too, Dinar. I hate that boy because he's your son, the son of the man who broke my heart. Seeing you love Dinar so much, I have no other way to punish you. Besides through Dinar," Anggun said excitedly. "Aren't you happy living with that damn woman? Your heartache is only because Dinar hates you. So, until I die, I will make Dinar feel the same pain as I feel. I will continue to pretend to be crazy even if I have to break my heart. Dinar will hate you even more, and that woman. If I die horribly, don't you?" continue Anggun firmly.
"Do I need to get down on my knees, so that you can stop this madness?"
"If you kneel down or cut off your legs, none of them will ever heal my heart. Growing the Mother figure in me who died because of you. I, will not ask Dinar to forgive me for playing this loud and breaking her heart. Even if I had to jump in the flames, I would never hesitate. Just to break your heart, Amar," said Gracefully, firmly.
Graceful to tear the heart of Amar, until it is no longer shaped. However, he himself did not want Amar to die just like that. Love and hate overdosed, making Graceful hearts freeze.
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Dinar's eye bead glanced towards the glass of milk given by Mark pregnant women, this one man always prepares milk on time for Dinar to drink. Always go home early, to find the peace of Dinar. As the sharp bead of the eye of the Dinar lay towards Mark, the father of the fetus would sit still. Noticing Dinar carefully designing the wedding dress with serious eyes, Dinar's face looked more beautiful when the woman was seriously working.
Dinar grabbed him inevitably, sipping slowly to the toilet. Mark smiled broadly, his mother said. Mark had to behave like a husband on standby, and indulge Dinar. Women are creatures that are full of tenderness, lethargy and great attention and struggle. They are easily touched, even so. They could have been the deadliest creatures when injured too deeply.
"This morning there will be some special clothes for pregnant women who come for you to try, and some shoes that are comfortable to wear," said Mark, his hand moved deftly to grab the empty glass in the hand of Dinar, another one moved grabbing the tissue next to the nightstand.
Once Mark wiped the brown milk marks left on both corners of Dinar's lips, the pregnant woman froze to get this gentle and warm treatment. The smell of sweet perfume burst into Dinar's lungs, Mark replaced the perfume he used. The man in neat clothes chuckled slightly, glancing at Dinar's facial expression.
"The breakfast has been prepared, the bath water has been provided. Eat a lot, whatever you want to say is the same to Bik Sumi. It will be made, if there is something you want to buy out there. Just call me straight away, my phone is always active 24 hours for the future mother of my son," said Mark, seriously.
Mark covered his lower lip, stepping towards the door to the outside. Dinar was still looking at Mark's back, hypocritical that Dinar said that he was not touched slowly Mark. His heart trembled violently, he recalled his past. Damar never treated Dinar that semanis, only Dinar that treats Damar with sweet.
"Well, it's quite difficult to deal with people like this" murmured Dinar.
The two legs of Dinar's level dropped slowly, the clanking of the mobile phone on the nightstand shifted the eyes of Dinar. Ah, Mark forgot his phone, Dinar's phone was given when he was with Mark. Will be confiscated again when Mark goes to work, Dinar's hand quickly grabbed him.
📨Doctor Jackson
(Dinar, I heard last night your father came to visit Bu Anggun. And this morning Bu Anggun entered the room ER. Call me when you read this message, yes!)
"Mama!" dinar loudly exclaimed, he ran towards the door to the outside.
Dinar has to find Mark, he has to see his mother. The dinar panicked once, he yelled to call him Mark.
Seriate...
A strange past makes love and revenge kill a figure of a mother disappear from Anggun.
Visual young and old ortu Dinar, 🤣🤣🤣 if made prequel love story of his parents Dinar. Too heavy to decompose, pain.🤣 Whether it's love or obsession alone, Anggun's past is too hurt to make it far from worthy of being a mother. As the saying goes, Anggun is a woman who has not finished with her love as a woman,🙃
