Happy After Divorce

CHAPTER 8. SERVE, ME!

The girl in a gray white uniform was seen waiting for the arrival of Dinar, her face had been smeared with make up. Anjani had seen Dinar several times from a distance, the appearance of the woman was just plain. His face looked dull, with his clothes. It is very rare for Anjani to see the luxurious clothes worn by Dinar. Though the woman of one is the wife of a lecturer, but the appearance is even like a scavenger's wife. It was fitting for Damar to turn to Anjani, younger and more beautiful than Dinar.

TUKS! TUKS! TUKS!

The soles of high heels were heard knocking on the cafe floor. The leg was seen stopping right at the table inhabited by Anjani, the high school teenager looked up when he felt a woman stopping right next to his desk. For a few seconds Anjani was surprised to see the complete change of the legal wife of Damar, even though the two had already separated the house. Dinar and Damar are still not legally divorced, a month has passed. But what is seen by Anjani now and Dinar who some time ago is much different.

Dinar curves look like a Spanish guitar, with clothes that accentuate beauty. Knee-length pastel blue dress, matched with black high heels, limited edition bag. Dark brown shoulder-length hair, with natural make up. Where's the fat on Dinar's body? Unkempt belly fat and dull face. This one woman is 180 degrees changed completely, as if the Dinar and Dinar seemed different people.

"You're Anjani, aren't you?" tanya Dinar with flat tone intonation.

Dinar's expression looked so cold, even so. The woman looks so beautiful, for Anjani needs to know. Dinar Aprilia Santoso was the prima donna of its time, growing slim body goals. Everything changes because Dinar is married to Damar, there are many things that Dinar has to sacrifice for Damar. Dinar thought of giving all his time, and money to Damar. Would make Damar grateful to have Dinar as a wife, unfortunately. Dinar forgets, if sacrifice will never give birth to gratitude. If that person never knew how hard Dinar was trying however, now it was all not important anymore.

Dinar sat right in front of Anjani's chair, where the teenager was itching not to know himself. From top to bottom, Dinar looks so stunning. Let alone a gallant man, a brondong can Dinar gaet. Seeing her beautiful appearance, Anjani cleared her throat a few times. Intending to humiliate Dinar, who would have thought. Currently, when Anjani and Dinar are juxtaposed, the men will definitely be more tempting to glance at Dinar. Clean white skin, slim body, double eyelids, and red lips look so natural. But what about Anjani? The teenage girl is like a new girl. Make up that looks more menor, lucky to be helped by school uniforms that are still attached to the body. Otherwise, maybe people will suspect that Anjani is Dinar's brother.

"What do you want to say? Isn't it because you wanted something to see me here?" ask Dinar in a calm tone.

Dinar folds both hands under the chest, Dinar tub is a stylish model for photoshop. Anjani froze, with an annoyed expression.

"When is the divorce between Dinar and Mas Damar done? I just wanted to make sure of that. Because my stomach will look enlarged, this child needs his father" Anjani said intentionally.

The palm of the teenage girl rubbed her flat stomach slowly, while Dinar? The woman thins her lips. Today Dinar saw clearly the face of the teenage girl who had destroyed her household, if Dinar wanted to. Dinar could have denounced the actions of both, as adultery. For whatever reason Dinar did not do that, Dinar's heart throbbed bitterly at Anjani. Watching this teenage girl sprinkle acid on top of the buffering Dinar wound, but look how great Dinar is. He was still able to remain calm by pulling both sides of his lips upwards, even though Dinar's heart was injured.

"Why should I ask? Ask Mas Damar. I've never taken care of divorce, and for your pregnancy. Congratulations, it looks like your mother is a great woman. Could support her daughter to become a prostitute, and destroy another woman's marriage, you know!" yang Dinar replied to Anjani's question.

Both pupils of Anjani's eyes instantly widened, the expression of this teenage girl in front of him was too clearly drawn.

"Why? Not accept? Right no. Your parents are so great, having a daughter who can destroy someone else's home. Ey! Don't be so emotional, you may not understand. High emotional pressure can help you miscarry easily, you know," continued Dinar so casually.

"WALK!" yelled Anjani with a shrill tone.

Making cafe visitors surprised, even the music of the cafe was lost by the shrill voice of Anjani. Dinar chuckled softly, the people becoming focused their eyes towards the people.

"Yeah! Don't scream. If you dare act with me, I make sure tomorrow morning one school is in an uproar with your pregnancy. Remember you're in third grade, and this week's final exam. What if your name becomes the hottest gossip on your friends' social media. Under the title 'Anjani teenage girl fornicating with renowned University Lecturer. Pregnant, is the Lecturer ready?' Whoa! Wouldn't it be fun? Your pretty photos will be scattered. Once you're a celebrity at school, come on! Again. Yells. Wanna see how a legitimate wife destroys a child actor like you. You're proud, aren't you? For your deed. You forgot yourself, you and the man escaped because of my generosity. You want him not to be my match, just try to nullify me," said Dinar in a tone so cold. "One more time you call me. I make sure your name is known to all your neighbors. As an actor, social sanctions are scary."

His two feet stepped out of the cafe grounds, Dinar's chest in pain. However, his face grew even colder, stepping up with an excited anger.

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...BRAK!...

The dinar sitting in the guest room jumped in shock as the outside door opened violently, both eyes widened to see Damar who came with a dead red face. Damar still holds the spare key to their house, the sound of a big television makes Dinar not know if anyone unlocks the door. Damar's footsteps were in a hurry, before Damar's wide footsteps came to a halt. When his eyes glanced at Dinar, the figure of a woman who always wears a negligee when at home. Looking much different, hotpants and crop top shirts show Dinar's flat belly. Don't forget the hair that's been pulled, sebahu.

"What else? Huh! Not you, not that cheap girl. No manners. Is it because you're getting married to that teenage girl. You lost that brain? This house is no longer your home. It's good to knock on the door of the house people, he did not enter as he pleased," said Dinar before rising from his sitting position.

Absolutely beautiful, Damar froze for a while. The figure of Dinar that Damar had met before remarriage was seen, Damar approached Dinar. A strange expression, Dinar gave a lookout to Damar.

"You, dressed like that want to tease me, don't you" Damar accused of making Dinar piss.

"Tempt you, don't be crazy."

"Then why do you wear it like that, huh?" Damar pointed towards the Dinar shirt.

Dinar looked down, ah, Dinar forgot. The dinar pushes the chest of the Damar field, before stepping away towards the room. Who would have thought that this man would come to the house.

BRUK!

Damar's movement so quickly hit the body Dinar made Dinar fall on the long sofa in front of the television.

"Serve me! Isn't this your purpose to change yourself" Damar said with a heavy tone.

Seriate...

Damar asked to be stoned..😏😏😏