Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 1 Getting Ready For The Event.

...'A wise woman is like a swan on water. Graceful though still working and still strong even though injured.'...

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In a large and spacious room, a 31-year-old woman was busy dressing herself in front of a mirror attached to a dressing table. However, despite his age of three heads, he still looks 25 years old.

Larasati Zainudin's younger sister, who is more familiarly called by her friends, Dinda. With complete facilities, it looks like the problem status. However, no one thought that the beautiful girl was the son of a businessman.

His father, Gandhi Zahir Zainudin, was from the island of Borneo. Coal entrepreneurs and plantations are well known to the Banua people, but not in Jakarta. Because only some of them know him, and his mother Asmita Numari Zainudin, an obstetrician native to Jakarta.

Since she was in elementary school, Dinda has been hiding her true identity. Dinda chose to go to a private school. No one feels suspicious of him.

Her skill in dressing up is no doubt. Even without wearing any makeup, Dinda still looks beautiful. It's just that since bearing the title of a widow a few months ago, Dinda began to rarely wear her makeup tools.

Her husband Angga Gauhar Wistara did not even know that Dinda was the son of a rich man, maybe if her husband knew Dinda had no claim for divorce.

This is all because of her agreement with the family, where all the family is against her marriage and the husband. Dinda was told to choose. Hiding his identity or not getting married, and Dinda stays married. However, he did not expect, a new marriage of corn should be destroyed instantly because of the presence of a third party.

Especially tonight, Dinda put on a little makeup without exaggeration, so anyone who sees it will definitely praise her natural beauty.

Not without reason why Dinda is like that. That's because tonight is the wedding reception day of her friend, Rahimah. The event will be held at one of the famous hotels and none other than his friend. Soraya's. However, I don't know .. maybe because there will be a presence in that place.

Blast on as a last touch. Dinda looked at the satisfaction of her hand. Round eyes are not too big, with genuine lashes only added mascara and framed eliner only.

Soft lenses in deep black disguise their brown eyeballs, and their slightly colored eyelids are almost the same as their cheeks are not too thick.

Tidying up the clothes wrapped in her slender body, a simple dress in straight satin and coated in cream-colored brocade in line with the hijab that has been wrapped around her head, one word for Adinda Larasati Zainudin ... Perfect.

The ringing of a cell phone resuscitated Dinda from her activities. Picking up the bifurcated object on the table and lifting it after knowing the identity of the caller.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma," a smile bloomed immediately attached from his sweet face even though the person across there did not see it.

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam, Adin," heard a reply from the mother.

"Can Mama go home?" ask Dinda to the points.

📞"Your Grandpa's condition is still unstable, so Mama and Papa can't go home tonight" explained his mother.

The father of his father yesterday had to go to the hospital because of a heart attack, fortunately there is a mother who can provide first aid before being referred. Although not the field, but Mita knows enough what to do to prevent something that is not desirable.

Before my grandfather got sick. He had already handed over the restaurant he bought about five years ago from his old friend to Dinda, out of fear of not being able to take care of it. Actually it was long to be given to him, only Dinda always refused.

"Yeah." Dinda squeezed, even her shoulders came down.

"That means Mama didn't go to her wedding reception, huh?" continue with a disappointed tone.

📞"Sorry mom, baby. But you, right, are used to going alone. Anyway, did you forget? None of your friends know your mother. They know your mama's Vita Mother, right?"

"Yes," said Dinda frowning while thinking.

Dinda who used to enter a regular school was forced to live with mother Vita, the sister of the mother so that the distance of her house is not too far to school. That's why he can be friends with Rahimah, Soraya, and Nurul.

Mother Vita who was sentenced to be barren was clearly so happy to know the niece who wanted to live with her. She and her husband are just ordinary employees.

My mother did not give permission. However, when Mita finds out she is pregnant again, Mita lets Dinda take care of her sister. On condition that once a week stay at home alone.

After marriage Dinda lived in the house of the husband, and after divorce he then chose to live in his own house.

📞"Why not take Mother Vita alone, baby?" ask her mother for advice.

"Last noon, Adin had called Mother Vita. Afraid Mama can't come, but it turns out that Vita's mother also has an event," Jalas Dinda.

📞"But Mama can't leave your grandfather and papa, Adin. Their kasian," again explained the circumstances that could not attend.

📞"Love, are you leaving already?"

"Yes Ma, Adin is ready." Dinda nodded when her mother could not see.

📞"Yes already then, be careful on the road ya Adin. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes Ma, Wa'alaikumussalam," one breath escaped from his mouth as Dinda's phone turned off.

Saving the phone into the envlope clutch, Dinda then stood up and moved from the dressing table to go outside the room.

Downstairs, Dinda runs into one of the servants. "Bik Arti, I leave yes," he said.

"Yes, what time is he coming home?"

"Maybe Adin, don't go home Bik. The plan will go directly to the house of Mother Vita aja, all nginap."

Bik Arti nodded in understanding.

"Where's mil?" dinda asked as she spread her gaze throughout the room.

Kaamil Aksa Zainudin, the only sister Dinda has and just turned 25 a few days ago.

"In the non tv room," Bik Arti pointed to a room.

Following direction point. "Yes, Adin went there first Bik," said Dinda.

"Non Precious."

"Emil," called Dinda to a man who had begun to grow up lazing on a long sofa.

"Are you leaving?" Kaamil sat up straight as Dinda approached him.

"Yes. ... Later Brother directly nginap at Mother Vita's house, tomorrow want to directly whine grandpa because. You, take care of the house!" said Dinda looked at the sister was dressed neatly.

Kaamil clucked, "Ck, rich little boy just be entrusted to guard the house all. Kan, there's a aunt!" he said while showing an annoyed face.

Dinda chuckled amusedly at the reaction of the sister who was six years easier than him. Without a warning Dinda scrambled his sister's hair, making Kaamil even more clucked.

"Ck, sister .. My hair is a mess." Kaamil protested while fixing her hair.

"Where are you going? So neat with hair."

"I want to go together, just let them come."

"Where to go? It's not weird, is it?" Dinda squinted her eyes.

"Not weird, guaranteed! I just went away," he said solemnly.

"OK if so, as long as you can keep the association ... Brother no problem, you want to go play together! So remember yes Brother's message, don't be weird!" threaten Dinda.

"Assiiiiiyaaaaap," Kaamil replied as she placed her hand on her forehead as a sign of respect.

"Sister go first huh, watch out for you! Assalamualaikum."

"Yes, be careful, brother. Wa'alaikumussalam."

Dinda immediately went outside the house and said goodbye to his house security after opening an iron fence that blocked the road.

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