Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 7. CHANGE APPEARANCE

The index finger of Dinar's hand can be seen tapping the surface of the workbench, the workbench room that was inhabited by Damar. It was empty, not a single piece of Damar's stuff was chipped. The one in the medium-sized room was just a picture of the wedding frame still hanging nicely on the wall, Dinar closed both eyelids slowly. Before puffing out violently, Dinar was actually made bad mood by his current problem. Even Dinar was forced not to enter work today, because it would not be able to concentrate.

TING! VAT!

The doorbell flowed to fill the void, Dinar turned to look at the door of the work room that was wide open. Dinar inevitably got up from his sitting position, before stepping outside. The bell changed with a knock accompanied by a greeting, Dinar let out a heavy sigh. Before stepping near the entrance, Dinar's hand turned the door lock slowly before pulling the door inwards.

"Think!" exclaimed the middle-aged woman with a grateful expression.

If it may be honest Dinar himself does not know what kind of expression for his mother-in-law, considering Dinar and Damar still have no legal divorce status. The woman comes with Amira, Damar's youngest sister.

"Come, come on in Ma! Amira," replied Dinar in a soft tone.

Before shifting his body, giving way in for the two. The two step into the living room, Amira and Sri are invited by Dinar to sit on the sofa. The dinar left the front door wide open, before stepping closer to the two.

"What do Mama and Amira want to drink?" ask Dinar in a polite tone.

Although what is wrong is that Damar does not mean that Dinar will generalize, Damar with his family. Dinar is not a petty woman, who will sign up to blacken the Damar family. Only because of one person's fault, before becoming a daughter-in-law and sister-in-law in the Wijayanto family. Dinar had known Amira first, because it was through Amira that Dinar and Damar met.

"No, no! We do not need to be blinded to drink," said Sri with a condolence tone.

Amira grabs Dinar's wrist, bringing the woman to sit on the sofa. Sitting next to her mother, Dinar complies.

"We and our family are ashamed of Dinar" said Sri in a weak tone. "Actually ashamed to come here, because of Damar's mistake. Even Mama herself was afraid that you would not see us again, we and our family never supported the relationship of Damar and the cheap girl, Dinar. Don't get me wrong, Mama knows you. Get to know you, the best daughter-in-law you have. No one can replace you, Mama hope you don't act rashly just yet, son. Don't want to lose to the actor, Mama and the others will be in front of you to defend you. Therefore, Mama please consider again yes, make divorce with Damar."

Dinar can hear Sri's voice vibrating, even Sri's old eyes look watery. Amira rubs her back gently, not from a wealthy family. But Dinar was willing to help the Damar family, no complaints at all. However, after what this woman had done, how could the double Damar be so easy. Sri is inexhaustible, where the conscience of the beloved son.

"Yes, Ma'am. Do you believe in us as a family? We'll get Mas Damar to break up with the girl. That girl is not a good girl, therefore. Dinar ma'am, do not want to divorce Mas Damar," said Amira in a clear tone.

Dinar still did not speak, the woman was still silent. Dinar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, Dinar thinned those red lips. "The girl was pregnant, as a woman. I feel my pride has been too trampled by Damar, Ma! There are some mistakes that women should not forgive. First an affair, because an affair is like a opium. Hard to change, both domestic violence. The habit of hitting will continue to repeat. It can never be forgiven."

Sri was terrified, then glanced at Amira. Asking the princess to speak, unfortunately Amira was sane enough to be able to answer. Had Amira been in Dinar's position, would Amira have been able to accept it? Of course it can't. Looking at the silent Amira, Sri again brought her eyes to Dinar. The old hand immediately clasped Dinar's hand with a hearty expression, Sri does not want to lose a daughter-in-law as good as Dinar.

"Son Dinar! Mama understands very well. But Mama is sure, we can solve this problem with a cool head" said Sri Ngeyel.

Dinar did not cut Sri's words, he just rubbed the back of Sri's palm. "Ma! Because I thought with a cold head, that's why I agreed to divorce. Otherwise, I could have hit Mas Damar in the head with a baseball bat. So sick of the traitor and the humiliation, if Mama knew. Since I thought sanely that I let go of Mas Damar with a breastplate, Mama should be grateful. Since Mama's son is alive, the madness of a wounded wife is terrifying, Ma."

Sri's tongue was immediately confused, the mistake came from the son. Asking for forgiveness at the Dinar a hundred times would not be enough, Amira exhaled a rough breath.

Sri did not chim in, Dinar nodded with a small smile. Although his heart was sad, because it was still sane to make Dinar not stab Damar and the girl. Dinar's future is still so long, Dinar won't stain his hands with blood.

***

"What's? So Mas and Mbak Dinar are getting a divorce?" asked Anjani with a cheerful tone.

The girl even directly jumped onto Damar's lap, the young lecturer nodded quickly. "Don't jump dong, pity the fetus. Our son could get hurt."

Anjani just chuckled hard, and rubbed his flat stomach softly. Not feeling guilty for having taken away people's husbands, Anjani is even happier. Because it can have full Damar, no more need to play cat-kissing behind Dinar. No need to go to the hotel anymore, if you want to make out with Damar. This teenage girl doesn't care about anything, not even karma.

"Sorry, Mom! I'm too happy to forget about our son" Anjani said with a big smile.

Damar chuckled hoarsely, although now Damar had to contract a new house because it had been expelled by Dinar. Now what should Damar worry about? Now Damar has everything. Having a job that could be good, Damar can buy a house after marrying Anjani. Married to the girl Anjani then had a happy family, despite opposition by all family members, Damar. Damar will not care, because when the children of Damar and Anjani are born it is certain that both parents will be destroyed. And bless their marriage, which Damar prioritizes today is Anjani. Bak peanut forgot the skin, Damar forgot from the money and support who Damar could be a lecturer.

"I can't wait for this child to be born and call me, Papa. Ah, very happy," said Damar. Before his palm rubbed Anjani's stomach.

***

Dinar stared at the reflection of a dull looking face, Dinar even forgot when the last time Dinar took care of his skin. Even his hair could not be cared for properly, the eye bags that looked increasingly blackened.

"Where are you going to cut it, ma'am?" ask the narrow-eyed woman.

Dinar stared at the reflection of his face in the mirror, before descending towards his face. "Please cut to the shoulder. Then color it with brown drak."

The woman's head nodded, before her hand exposed her smartphone screen towards Dinar. Showing a variety of hairstyles, Dinar designates one preferred hairstyle.

"Please, this one, Ma'am!" dinar exclaimed after pointing at the image of the mated hair model.

"Alright, Miss," he replied.

Look at the Dinar, for the sake of the happiness of the husband. Dinar never spend for his own happiness, anything Dinar always think household finances. Now no longer, Dinar will change its appearance. Not to make Damar regret leaving him. However, to show himself, that she was such a charming and precious woman. The woman who had a much higher price than the girl.

"Ah, stupid me. I forget, make myself happy. Just for wanting to be loved by a stupid, jerk-like man, Damar." Dinar muttered little.

Seriate....