Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 47 Following the husband.

Dinda just got down from the car while watching her surroundings. Staring at the courtyard that was split by an asphalt road that led to a high iron gate and had just been closed by a guard.

Catapang kencana trees lined up neatly on the edge. Between the asphalt and the catapult tree there is a wooden swing chair teak iron hook. Load to accommodate two to three people.

On the other hand, precisely behind the home security post, there is a carport with several large cars and motorcycles. Dinda knows the big bike.

However, this European-style mansion was the first time he had come. Different from the one he had visited when driving the owner of the motorbike during the rain, although equally large.

"Come on!" call someone by the sound of a bus, bring down Dinda's daydreams.

Dinda glanced at the origin of the voice, and Candra was already standing beside him holding a suitcase containing her clothes. One hand holds the car key.

"This is your house?" tanya turned her head towards the door that was two meters away from her.

"This is my parents' house" said Candra as she walked and dragged her suitcase.

"Why was it that when we got married, they weren't told to come? Though, right, close," Dinda quickly caught up and asked before there was finally an old woman who opened the door.

"Assalamualaikum, Grandma," greeting Candra while kissing the back of the vulnerable old hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, The."

Dinda frowned at the utterance of the sentence that Grandma had tucked in front of her for Candra. Sounds like a greeting to an employer, but her husband greets her like a grandchild.

"Is this his wife, Aden? Masha Allah ... beautiful," praise the woman whom Dinda now believes to be a servant.

"Ah, Grandma could. But thank you for the compliment, Grandma," Dinda smiled kindly and went to call grandma, just like Candra did.

"His name, Dinda," prune Candra to interrupt.

"I'm Getting Trained, Non." Dinda and Ratih's grandmother met for a moment.

"Here Den, let me bring you," continued the grandmother about to take over the suitcase that Candra brought.

"No, Grandma. Let me just. Grandma's having lunch!" reject Candra quickly and embraced the grandmother.

With the grandmother gone, Candra immediately entered the house deeper and deeper. Dinda was silent and led each step of Candra who climbed the granite of the mansion, while looking at everything she passed.

A large photo on the wall caught Dinda's attention. A husband and wife and a son are between the two.

In view of his face, the adult man was similar to Candra. However, his version was like from an ancient time. The boy was very similar to the man Dinda was tailing.

Dinda smiled involuntarily, seeing the sweetness of the eight-year-old boy. The hijab-wearing woman who was smiling gently also had time to glimpsed. However, because the foot that keeps stepping stops his attention from family photos.

Dinda wanted to ask and make sure about the person she saw in the photo, but she just woke up. That he was left behind and was a few meters away from Candra.

Rushing closer to Candra, before her husband realized he would be left behind. There were several rooms that they passed by, but Candra continued walking up the stairs.

"This is our room" said Candra as she opened the ivory-white door as wide as possible so that Dinda could enter.

"Your parents, where?" dinda responded with a question that had been stuck in her mind since.

"They're not here."

"Then where?"

"Bandung," answered Candra short.

Dinda nodded her head slowly. Because their marriage was impromptu, it was impossible for Candra's parents to come directly from Bandung to Jakarta yesterday afternoon.

On the wall near the door, Dinda again saw the exact same family photo as on the first floor. It's just, smaller size.

When the focus is full on the photo. Candra's voice echoed within the room and broke the silence.

"Put down your clothes, right there!"

Without making a sound, Candra pointed at a door that was right across from the bed. Dinda walked over and pulled her suitcase.

"Here?" the rework ensures and gets a definite nod from Candra.

Once opened, it turned out to be a walk in closet space. Dinda quickly took out her clothes, and arranged in an empty place.

In addition to his busy work of arranging clothes, accidentally his brown bead looked at the finger embedded in Adit's gift ring and wedding ring with Candra on the other finger.

"Should we meet, Mom? So that I can, return your ring," murmured Dinda as she felt the ring.

"What are you, done? Let's have lunch!"

"Ah, wait a minute!" reply Dinda. Secretly, he took off Adit's ring and kept it in a suitcase.

After moving his clothes to the available shelves. Dinda also approached Candra. Now they went out of the room together and headed for the dining room.

At the dining table that holds eight chairs, there is already a variety of food. Starting from heavy food, to fruits. However, the plate will be filled with rice, there are only two fruits and side by side.

"Please Aden, Miss."

"Thank you, Grandma," Dinda and Candra reply together.

"Are we both eating?" whispered Dinda brought her head closer to Candra.

"Hmm, just us."

Dinda nodded in understanding as she scooped up the rice and stored it on Candra's front plate. While the waiter had just left from before them.

"Mas, what do you want?" tanya Dinda learned to serve Candra.

Before leaving her residence, Dinda had been waded by her mother and her mother. She was led to always be devoted to her husband, even though they were married because of a compulsion.

"That." Show Candra.

Quickly and deftly, Dinda took whatever Candra asked for. They also ate quietly, only the sound of the clangs of spoons and forks clashing with plates.

After eating, Candra will go naked. However, Dinda intercepted him. "Mas, can I ask you something?" ask Dinda in doubt.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Hmm, I can still go to the restaurant, right?"

"Sure, you can still go to that restaurant."

Dinda breathed a sigh of relief, but was not satisfied saying what she wanted to say.

"There's one more thing I want to say."

"Say!"

Dinda gulped, what she was about to convey at this moment felt so heavy. It was not easy for him to make that decision. However, he had to end and restart a new leaf with the person who was now beside him.

"What?" urgently Candra raised one eyebrow because Dinda was silent.

"I want to meet Mas Adit" Dinda said with a pleading gaze.

Candra did not immediately reply, she just looked at Dinda deeply and as if she was thinking about Dinda's wishes.

"Not mean anything. I just wanted to return something of hers, which was carried away by me," Dinda explained quickly.

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