Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 39

Dinda and Kaamil returned to their home two days ago, with their parents. Since the scandal photos circulated, Vita's residence has begun to be visited by journalists who want to extract information about the facts of his status. In contrast to the Zahir residence which has strict security, so it is not affordable by news hunters.

Dinda also no longer goes to the restaurant, she only receives a report from Nena. That in the restaurant there were some journalists who were seen in the parking lot had been scouting him.

Although the reality is not an artist, but the title as a daughter of entrepreneurs has become an attraction itself to be reported to the public.

"So, don't you think about me anymore, do you?" Kaamil came to Dinda's surprise, who was sitting casually by the pool while soaking her legs.

"Yes. Again think your relationship is the same, Mara," responded Dinda joking indifferently.

Kaamil clucked as Dinda instead mentioned the name. His intention was just to break the dream of the brother so as not to always be moody, but instead hit his strength.

"Oh, my friendship is good, really," replied Kaamil to sit down and put his feet like Dinda.

"Sister, how ... feel there is something different, same relationship of your friendship?" dinda said without glancing at Kaamil. His eyes focused on the surface of the water which gave rise to waves from the movement of his feet.

"Different what? People are the same, as in general."

"Did you have a crush on Mara?"

Dinda glanced at Kaamil who was also busy watching the water without responding excessively to his question.

"Not really."

Dinda frowned. The opposite answer from his thought. "What time?" ask Dinda to make sure.

"Not to be discussed, not important" elak Kaamil.

"So I don't believe."

"Close," said Kaamil cuek.

"Surely you, like Mara, right? Brother is sure of that," guess Dinda sure. He felt he had a topic to take his mind off the problems that were milling in his mind.

"Idihh, I told you not ...."

"Sister, don't believe it."

"Next week, he's getting married."

Dinda immediately looked over. Not so surprised, because it already knows that Mara is engaged to someone. However, he wanted to see the expression on his only sister's face when he said that.

"Thus ... Brother can help me, can't you, make me come to her wedding?" tanya Kaamil looked at Dinda with a flat and indecipherable face making her unable to guess what her heart was.

"I don't think Mara will break up with her fiance" I'm honest with Dinda, looking straight ahead again.

"God. This is bad, brother. Kasian dong Mara, if it's null and void."

Dinda glanced with the tail of her eyes, Kaamil was chuckling small. "Good, if you don't have a crush on him. I'm just scared, if you're heartbroken."

"No will. By the way .. Yes Brother, by the way is the same, Papa?"

Dinda breathed a heavy sigh. His head was raised up, staring at the clear sky layered with clouds as white as a layer. His mind again glared about his conversation with the father yesterday night.

"Dad, want to see Mas Adit," replied Dinda still looked up.

All of Dinda's family already knew about her closeness to Adit, including her parents who had been far away in Kalimantan. He keeps telling me.

"For ...?" ask Kaamil curious.

"No idea."

"Keep, what else?"

Again, Dinda let out a heavy sigh before replying. "Said Papa, we must immediately hold a press conference," said Dinda lethargic.

"Why is that lethargic? Brother must be optimistic .. This problem will definitely end soon," Kaamil said encouragingly.

"A little bit more, we're going to arrest him. This morning, I'm the same Bang Candra got a pointer. Later in the afternoon, we look for the person again" Kaamil continued.

It has been two days now that Kaamil and Candra are looking for people who have fake accounts to spread the word about Dinda. As Candra guessed the other day, it turns out the perpetrator of the photo spread has gone from his hiding place.

Not discouraged, for the sake of clearing the good name of beloved brother. Kaamil deliberately took a sabbatical to find the perpetrator until he was caught.

The news delivered by Kaamil did not necessarily make Dinda immediately happy. "Is there a problem?" ask Kaamil seriously.

Kaamil gasped, digesting Dinda's story of the plan ahead with a little lie.

"So, so confused--."

"Why?"

"Not the iddah brother time, very new, yes. How's it doing."

"Udah, don't think about it. Let Papa's lawyer take care of it."

"Oiya ... what does it have to do with meeting, Mas Adit same press conference, sister?" Kaamil realized something strange about the two of them.

"That's it now again, brother thought."

"When did Mas Adit come here?"

"Later afternoon. It was early this morning, phone."

"Don't think about it too much. Mending to think of this." Kaamil doused Dinda with water, making her instantly wet.

"Emill," cried Dinda.

Kaamil laughed as he stood up. However, his movement lost quickly when his hand was pulled by Dinda until he was splashed.

Now it was Dinda's turn to laugh while standing up. "Ahahaha, rasaan," was satisfied because he had replied. However, his laughter instantly stopped and turned frantic.

"Emil, no," cried Dinda before finally joining in because her legs were pulled by Kaamil.

Be, they play a chase in the water while laughing cheerfully forgetting for a moment the problem being faced.

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In a room that is quite large with a cupboard filled with books of various types, large, small, thick and thin. A young adult was sitting holding back nervously in front of the middle-aged man with the table being the boundary between them.

"For a long time, know the kids, Om?" the opening question after a moment of silence was over at the invitation to sit down.

"Mr, Om."

"Said son om, Nak Adit, want to be in a serious relationship with him. What right?"

Adit gulped, soaking his throat which suddenly felt dry. "Yes, Om." Adit nodded faintly.

"What's the problem, the same status of the child, Om?" the look of a serious face framed clearly at the man who was about to enter the six heads.

"No problem, Om." Adit shook his head quickly.

Zahir dropped his back onto the back of a chair that could rotate. He stared flatly at the young man who was his interlocutor, until Adit bowed in fear.

"Please drink! It looks like you are nervous" Zahir commented watching Adit.

"From your answers, all short, short" continued Zahir.

"Sorry, Om." Adit scratched his nape that was not itchy because it was embarrassed and according to taking a glass filled with yellow water.

"Given Om, we've met before, haven't we? You're Cristian's assistant. Om just remembered .. pantes, yesterday rich know the guy who came to my sister-in-law's house. But ... His name is different, huh?" Said Zahir at length with his forehead getting wrinkled.

Adit won once worked with Zahir company, so they had met several times after that never met again.

"Now his name is Abdar, Om. She's converted, didn't I send her an invitation to their wedding reception." Adit was relieved by the answer which is now not short anymore like Zahir's complaint.

"Oh, about that. So that's Cris---' wedding reception, Om means, Abdar. Coincidentally Om was in Kalimantan, so Om did not know and only told Om's son to replace him. Say an apology Om, because it cannot come directly" said Zahir sincerely.

Adit nodded in agreement and was getting comfortable with the situation. If you used to be a co-worker, that's okay. But now it is different ... Zahir as the parents of his newly known lover, clearly makes Adit not care until suddenly nervous.

"No problem, Om. Son of Om, has come to replace. That's the same as, Om who has come," Adit responded positively.

"Now there's something you want, Om tell you." Zahir is back in serious fashion.

"Please, Om," not only does Zahir get into serious mode, but Adit gets into nervous mode as well. I don't know why he has a hunch related to Dinda. Given the direction of the conversation since then refers to his relationship with Dinda.

CONNECT ....