
Restless and excited so clearly reflected in the look of Dinda's face, where when Candra did not answer her request.
It's wrong, if Candra won't give her permission. His ego was disturbed, tucked in dislike and wanted to protest. If what he thinks is true, he will speak up.
Just one day to be a husband, but it's been curbing him. According to Dinda, this marriage is only a cover and Candra should not forbid it.
About Candra's wish last night to build a real household with her, that will only apply if the case problem is solved and not for now.
"I'll let you, if that's what you want to do," said Candra staring fixedly into the bead of Dinda's clear eyeball.
Dinda gasped and blinked, her thoughts were wrong. Candra has given him permission. The two looked at each other and remained silent for a while.
"But---," continued Candra stopped her sentence.
Dinda did not react, she just needed to sharpen her hearing while waiting for what Candra would say.
"Did you forget? Just this morning your dad, did a press conference. What if someone sees you with her, or with another man? People already know I'm your husband."
Dinda was flabbergasted and petrified, until she fell down in shame. At the table, his hands were clinging to each other with thumbs clashing. His eyes were busy thinking of the empty plate in front of him.
It is not impossible, if the problem will get more complicated and tangled. Those he loves will get hurt.
A moment of silence surrounded the atmosphere around them, clarifying the sound of cats meowing in the direction of the kitchen.
"Or, do you want me to accompany you? It would be better if there was me, among you," Candra proposed without burden.
Dinda quickly nodded and shook her head. Obviously he disagrees with Candra's advice. They need privacy to complete an endless relationship, and bringing her husband will cause awkwardness instead.
That's not the only thing Dinda considers. Candra's words cleared her mind of a short decision.
What Candra said was true. The fact is, she's Candra's wife. So it is not appropriate if he meets a man, not to mention that the crisis is not over. What more if someone sees her with another man.
Dinda let out a long sigh, giving her lungs a supply of air to function better from now on.
"Sorry" said Dinda Lirih.
"Why are you even apologizing?" tanya Candra raised one eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, because I forgot about my problem. Maybe my body is here, but apparently .. think I'm still with him," said Dinda slowly, even impressed muttering. However, Candra could still hear him clearly.
"Actually, it's better if you've started to get sidetracked with this problem. So ... Do I need to be with you?"
"Maybe I shouldn't have met him first. Let's just go later."
Candra nodded in agreement. "You can walk around this house, if you want. I'm going to the study, finish my work." Candra got up from her seat, after getting a reply from Dinda.
After Candra's death in the dining room, Dinda immediately piled up the dirty dishes used for their lunch and took them to the kitchen. Although he did not know where the kitchen was, Dinda saw Grandma Ratih walking towards the back.
"Miss, let me just," cried a woman, taking over the plates in her hand.
"Well, why did Miss take him? Let us take care of it, Non." Grandma Ratih approached him with a look of gloating face.
"It's okay, Grandma. Adin, who wants to help."
"Oh my goodness, Non. Later Den Bara can be angry, if see his wife who cleaned up. Meanwhile, the servants were silent instead" chirped the woman who had not known her name.
"Mara?" mummified Dinda.
"Oya Non, please .. she's Susi, my son!"
"So, Bik." Dinda shook hands after Susi put the dirty dishes in place.
"Who is the Bara, Bik?" ask Dinda.
Ratih's grandmother smiled before saying something, "That white, yes Miss's husband," she explained.
"Hah," cried Dinda a little jolt.
"Let me help, Bik," said Dinda.
"Don't, Non .. don't. This is my job," Susi refused subtly.
"Later if Miss helps me, my salary can be divided by Miss," Susi joked, the three of them laughed.
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Because it is not allowed to help with homework, Dinda also chose to take a walk to get to the terrace of the house.
Teak wood swings, attracting Dinda's attention to sit there too. While relaxing, he also pulled out a cell phone to kill his boredom.
News about the press conference that was held this morning by his father along with lawyers and Candra, now began to fill social media.
It's not just about the Dinda scandal, which was discussed in the news. But about the perpetrators who they believe are already known to the person. Of course that is now the main topic. Remembering the lawyer explained, if the motive is personal revenge.
Dinda gave a weak breath. I hope all of these issues are resolved soon. Just out of the news app, his phone suddenly went off and his screen displayed a new number.
Dinda smiled cynically, when she realized who the owner of the number was. Although without a name, but he had memorized it out of his head.
"What news of me, has struck you? Until now you have dared to call me" Dinda's monologue on the screen of the phone still rings.
In the last second when the call will end, then Dinda shifts the answer button.
π±"What did you say was true?"
"Assalamualaikum" said Dinda.
π±"Wa'alaikumussalam. Answer my question," reply across there quickly.
"What news should I answer?" Dinda smiled wryly.
π±"About your wedding?"
Dinda chuckled amusedly before she spoke, "For what, Mas asked that? I guess, I don't need to explain it to you, Mas" replied Dinda as calmly as possible.
π±"Do I need to threaten you first? So you'll answer." Dinda was stunned to hear the words of the person on the other end of the phone.
"You want to threaten me, do you?"
π±"I'll tell reporters. If you're just divorced from me, and your iddah has just turned. So ... where might you be married. While the photos were scattered when the period of iddah came a few days before."
Dinda snorted cynically. "Mas think I'm scared? I can hardly believe this. Even though we're separated. It turns out that you still care about me and bother counting my days, Mas," replied Dinda ketus, her hospitality disappeared.
π±"Means my guess is right, that your marriage was just a lie."
"Just take care of your woman, and don't bother me anymore."
π±"I just made sure, and it turns out it's true."
"As sure as to what, to be able to conclude it like that? We're separated, so it's up to me to get married again. This has nothing to do with you" Dinda said, holding back emotions.
π±"I'll tell reporters if it's true."
"You hit me with that, Mom? Aren't you afraid that your affair will be dragged to the surface? Then what about honor, your family? If you dare, please, just" Dinda replied threateningly.
Didn't sound answered. A second later, the connection was cut off. Dinda closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled oxygen several times, in order to find peace of mind.
It was enough, Dinda moved on and re-entered her new home.
"How dare you threaten me."
CONNECT ....