Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 36 The wounded heart.

Dinda walked up the stairs with a giant step while watching two different generations of men talking seriously in the living room.

Slowly and surely his feet were approaching. "Mas Adit," said Dinda interrupting their conversation and making the two turn their heads together.

"Had arrived. If so Om stay first yes, Nak Adit," the middle-aged man permission while standing up.

"Yes Om, thank you" said Adit.

"Still, Dad," said Dinda softly as she passed by.

"Hmm, Dad go upstairs first. Biak-well, you," he whispered to Dinda.

"Honey," Adit said after the two of them.

Dinda sat in a long chair, Adit approached and sat beside her leaving a little bulkhead.

Sudden state of silence. No one started the conversation, they just lowered their heads silently in each other's minds.

"Mas--."

"Darling--."

Compact calls each other at the same time.

"Mas first---."

"You're--."

Back they simultaneously called before finally silence again. Dinda sighed slowly, realizing that Adit chose silence to let her talk first.

"Mas Adit .. surely you know about me, right?" dinda asked quietly while looking down and playing both of her thumbs.

"At first I was mediocre when I saw the news on social media because her face was blurred, and her name just happened to be the same. But ... when one of my friends sent me a very clear photo of his face it made me very surprised" Adit replied honestly.

"Social media" murmured Dinda softly, but still heard Adit.

"You don't know, if the photos have become a trending topic in some media?"

Dinda looked up and shook her head weakly. He really did not expect, that the news about him would spread so quickly.

Dinda squeezed and her mind became confused, not to be imagined if the news about her reached her parents.

"Then ... What do you think of me, Mas?" ask Dinda nervously.

"If we'd known each other in a matter of months, but it wouldn't have made me think badly of you."

Dinda bowed deeply as she closed her eyes powerlessly holding the puddle of crammed crystals wanting to come out.

Had he told her the truth, would Adit still believe her? He did nothing more than get photographed.

"I won't press you about my proposal, maybe the time isn't right. We better solve this problem first together, then think about my desire to ask you," said Adit sincerely while cupping Dinda's face.

"Mas Adit--," said Dinda quivering. "I want to tell you something" he continued with unanimous conviction.

"Say, I'm ready to be your listener." Adit nodded confidently, waiting for what the woman of his heart would say.

"Wa-women .. photographed it-" said Dinda staring at Adit with tears.

"Hmm," muttered Adit while rubbing Dinda's cheeks.

"Me-indeed .. I, Mas."

Mom moved instantaneously so Adit stopped. His sharp eyes stared at the two Dinda beads in turn, looking for the honesty between the tears.

"So that woman ... really you?" ask Adit firmly.

"But I didn't do anything, Mom. I swear, it's not what it seems," said Dinda quickly as Adit pulled both hands and clasped Dinda tightly.

"Why did you get there? Then who's the guy who's your big friend, then?" adit asked flatly while pulling the two scales.

"I don't know him, Mom. I'll tell you everything, as long as you listen to it" Dinda pleaded.

Adit stood up quickly, and Dinda stood up. The feeling of anxiety made her tears fall non-stop and stir.

"Mas Adit" called Dinda soft and trembling.

"Listen to my story, Mas---" asked Dinda.

"You can conclude it, after hearing the real story" continued Dinda.

"I'm sorry, Dinda .. maybe next time. For now, my heart is not fine," rejected Adit, even the call of love that had been interrupted Dinda no longer spoken.

The man's eyeballs were reddened, his stern jaw hardened as he could not bear to hear the woman's confession. Wanting to choose to go to appease a heart that was suddenly shattered, feeling betrayed from his point of view.

The sharp gaze of the man who proposed last night was like a thousand heart-wrenching daggers, the sentence that Adit threw was like salt sprinkled on a wound. He barely felt his feet. Sickness and pain, that's what shackles the soul of his body.

"Then what about my heart, Mom? My heart is not okay either" said Dinda.

Adit let out a heavy sigh, silent for a moment with a softened gaze, slowly he sat back down as well as Dinda who began to be relieved.

Dinda started telling me about the incident that night. Just like what he told his friends, he repeated to Adit.

"I'm sorry .. for thinking so badly about you" Adit said after pondering. He was almost wearing his ego, rather than a feeling of trust.

"It's okay, Mas," said Dinda understandably, but in my heart there was a bit of disappointment that Adit would leave him.

"I'm gonna help people track the spread of the photos, that's."

Dinda bullies the weak, won't waste anyone's help.

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Dinda daydreams in her room after telling Vita, Al, and Kaamil about the events of the night as they gather in the tv room. Adit had also left before magrib arrived.

After all, his family must know the true story. That would make it easier for his family to investigate his case.

In his daydream, disappointed in Adit, the man who began to tease his heart almost left him without hearing his explanation.

Only last night did she feel loved, and now the disappointment made her heart hurt even more.

The lightest of what Adit said about social media, made him ventured to review the development of the news.

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'Lately there has been a photo of a couple who are mixing love in a hotel room.'

'It is mentioned that A-L (31thn) is the first daughter of a coal mining entrepreneur from Kalimantan, which is also expanding its wings in the Jakarta city industry, metro politan.'

'It is not yet known who the man who became the A-L couple. However, it is suspected that the man is not his lover, but only a calling man who provides services for lonely women.'

'The news is being discussed, saying that A-L has just divorced from her husband, and is now looking for satisfaction.'

Dinda quickly turned off her phone can no longer read the news that humiliated her. His face was cupped between his knees and supported on both hands.

Today is the day on which Muslims celebrate independence, but not with it. Dinda feels she is the most disadvantaged woman and is being exploited by the public consumption of news seekers.

The crying of sadness does not stop to calm, but in fact adds pain in the heart that is hurt very deeply.

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