Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 3 Insults.

...'Do not let your tongue mention the shortcomings of others, for you also have shortcomings and others have tongues.'...

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The night is getting late, the event is increasingly lonely, tired and sleepy began to creep, until the body feels unable to stand on foot again.

The bride and groom left fifteen minutes ago, followed by Nurul and her husband, Ari. Who always contacted the mother, because Nuri, their little daughter who is looking for the whereabouts of her mother.

Soraya also returned home soon. For her husband, Zidan. In order to rest a lot and do not stay up late because you are pregnant young.

Ustadzah Habibah with his son, son-in-law and grandson have returned home after saying goodbye to Rahimah.

Dinda headed to her car park after taking off the friends. Raising hands to open the car door. However, not until the door opened, someone's call from behind shocked him.

"Yank" the voice of the baritone that Dinda is now very familiar with. A call that was thrown even without her consent.

"Mas Adit," cried Dinda immediately turned around.

"Would you like to go home?" ask Adit without further ado.

"Yes" replied Dinda.

"It's late, so you have to be careful. Sorry if Mas couldn't drive you, because he had to take Maryam." Adit pointed to a car not far from his car.

"It's okay Mas, anyways I bring a car. so don't worry," said Dinda reassured.

"Stay away! Even if you bring a car, you are a woman. Or put it this way .. You go with Mas, let me deliver you!" tawar Adit's.

"No need to bother, I can go home by myself. How is my car? Mending mas Adit, the hunt between Maryam and the children (Intan and Rahman) only! Later they linger," he refused subtly.

Dinda did not want to trouble Adit, what else had to go back and forth to drive herself and Maryam, only then home. Dinda knew that Adit must have been very tired.

"You sure?" Adit looked at Dinda.

"Related, Mom." Dinda nodded for sure.

"Yes already then, you be careful ... Go first. Assalamualaikum," said Adit.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," said Dinda staring at Adit's back that began to move away and into the car.

Staring at the moving car and starting to leave, Dinda again surprised someone. "Sister Adin," while patting her on the shoulder.

"Kaamil, are you still here?" surprised Dinda while looking.

"Have gone home with friends, but back again because you remember the same brother."

"Let's go home, let me follow you from behind," Kaamil said, making Dinda smile and embracing her sister with pride.

"Ugh .. Sweet Brother, this Brother. Is he an adult apparently? For worrying about her brother, she was willing to come back here again!"

"Enak. I've grown up a lot of times, my unconscious brother," upset Kaamil did not accept.

"For Brother, you are still a child" said Dinda with a small laugh.

"Geez, your ex-wife has a lot of gangs, right?" said a woman who was very clearly heard.

Both of them immediately turned to the origin of the voice, even though they did not know who the sentence was intended for. Dinda gasps to find her ex-husband with his new wife next to his car.

While Kaamil was very furious, his jaw immediately hardened. Although I do not know who the woman is, but see her who holds the friendly former sister-in-law ... Kaamil was able to deduce that the woman was the one who had ruined the brother's marriage.

"That's his sister," said Angga glancing at Dinda and Kaamil alternately without guilt.

"Oh his sister, I thought it was new. You see, right, that time we saw him proposed to his lover."

Flashback.

"Look, you don't have to feel guilty and sorry for this woman for divorcing her. Now it looks like he's got a new replacement."

Adit and Dinda flinched slightly as the two pairs of humans stood right in front of them.

Dinda glanced at them cynically. Adit is a little confused. However, understanding the meaning of the word divorce, Adit can conclude that the man is Dinda's ex-husband.

"Yes, you're right! I can't possibly waste a widow as pretty as Dinda, so I'm on an approach." Dinda glared at him because he had spoken to the ngawur Adit replied with a witty smile.

Dinda. His eyes were heating up, a clear liquid suddenly piled up and jostled about to come out. He struggled to swallow the rest of his food. Her heart was so broken over the insults from her husband's infidelity, or it could be called now is his new wife.

All the visitors started to notice them and whispered because they heard them.

"That was not valid for me, because I loved her sincerely and would accept her flaws. No matter the presence, or absence of children .. provided that I can make her happy, then I will definitely be happy," instantly Dinda's teary eyes from heartache changed with Adit's words.

"It's Jen, just let them. You want to eat, right? I don't want my son to go hungry if you eat late." Dinda threw away the face of seeing the attention of her ex-husband on his mistress.

"Yes that's right, you better get out of my sight right away" said Dinda tampa looking at them.

"You take it easy, we won't linger either" Angga said.

"Okay, Mas, let's sit there," they left with a thousand wounds in Dinda's heart.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Mas Adit." Dinda rubbed the corner of her watery eyes.

"No problem. Looks like your ex-husband is still watching us," Adit accidentally saw the stolen Angga looking at the place they were sitting.

"Let it go, Mom," said Dinda shaking as she swallowed her food that felt so hard.

Adit saw it was concerned. Removing the ring on his ring finger, Adit squatted in front of Dinda who did not escape the vision of Dinda's ex-husband.

Finding it clear Dinda gasped. "Mas ... what is it?" ask Dinda wonder.

"I don't care, if someone else says you're bad or whatever it is. All I know is that you're so precious to me to waste, and I don't know if there's still a chance after today. So ... would you mind sharing your wounds with me? Will you, build a happy and aging future with me?" adit said loudly thrusting his ring as if it had been planned.

Dinda widened her eyes, distrusting the man who was still crouching with one leg on the pedestal.

"Will you marry me?" without feeling the call changed.

What the fuck this guy.

Glanced around where people saw them as well as the two pairs of humans earlier.

"Will you marry me?" reset Adit.

"Accept ...."

"Accept ...."

The cheers of customers filled the contents of the restaurant, even customers who had just come along voiced even though they did not know what was happening.

"Mas, what the hell? Come stand!" Adit flinched even though Dinda pulled him to stand.

"Jawab first," he persuaded.

"Don't be weird, Mas .. Let's stand up!"

Dinda knows Adit's intentions like this, surely because he wants to help her avenge her ex-husband. But there is no way he said yes.

"No, answer first?" kuaduh Adit's.

Dinda clucked in annoyance, so ashamed of being the center of attention. For the sake of ending Adit's drama, inevitably Dinda nodded pretently.

At once the guests' applause echoed unpretently along with Adit pairing the ring on Dinda's ring finger, which turned out to be a little loose.

With an expanding smile Adit got up and sat back down. "Later I buy one that matches your finger" he said slowly.

"No need to bother, this is just pretend," replied Dinda quietly.

Adit looks disappointed. Actually, if you can hope, this unplanned event can become a reality.

Flashback.

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Advice from gays! Let me know the plot from the beginning .. please read the previous work entitled 'Rahman bin Rahimah', if you have read it surely already know how their story. 🙏

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