Love Lembayung Dusk
Chapter 89 Dinda crying.
"You remember, didn't you, when you were in an accident? And I came to help you?" Candra begins her explanation with a question.
Dinda frowned at the thought sign. "Yes," he replied later, "but what's the connection?" he said he felt nothing to do.
"From there," and the answer made Dinda clueless.
Still remembered in memory when his car was hit by Luna, and not long after the woman's departure. Candra came to take her home, because her car had to be taken to the workshop.
"How can it start there?" Dinda was astonished to question Candra's words.
"When I drove you to this house, I met Mommy," Dinda immediately nodded confirming, "that's when Mommy called you-" added Candra again and hung her sentence for a moment. "... Adin's."
"Yes, because that is my name," Dinda replied still astonished that she did not find the bright spot of all her husband's lines.
"All I know is the girl in this picture is called Adin. So when Mommy calls you Adin .. I immediately remember this girl," explained Candra slowly as she lifted the phone, "how could I not know you? Kan, the face is eleven twelve the same now," he continued, poking the tip of Dinda's nose.
"So, you've known for a long time, Mom?" his face showed disbelief.
"Yes, ett .. don't pinch!" Candra caught both hands of the wife who had itched to want to repeat the action.
"If you've known for a long time why not say, Mom?" annoyed Dinda cools down and pulls her hand quickly.
"I see the power you don't remember. So I'm just starting to."
"Yes anyway. I even just remembered that you were photographed as a child, Mas," said Dinda with eyes that looked far away, "means you already know me dong, huh? At home, huh?" her memory.
Candra shook her head in response, "I didn't pay attention to your face at the time. Just when Mommy calls you, I just pay attention to your face the same photo here," replied Candra honestly.
"So since then?"
"Hmm," he muttered while nodding.
"But, right, you could have been the wrong person at that time, Mas? Adin's name wasn't just me. And a similar face doesn't guarantee it's me."
"Yes, that's true! But I can't guess wrong if in this photo, it's you .. that's because, a lot of your photos when you were a kid in your papa's study," candra said when she once walked into Zahir's study when they weren't married, "actually I was a bit surprised why you never put your picture in the room" he added.
"Yes because it has been stored on the album," said Dinda as it is. He never put his picture on the wall except for that one.
"So, that's why your photos aren't in the room?" ask Candra who has never seen a photo of Dinda in Zahir's room.
"Yes, I have too many pictures. So mending dialbumin aja," said Dinda plain.
Candra nodded in understanding.
"Where are you going?" Candra held back Dinda who was about to move.
"Ke--."
"I'm not done yet" Candra quickly cut, "pull your words first, which is why I don't have a brain!" candra's orders were serious when she remembered Dinda's words.
"No! It's your own fault, Mom. Why pretend not to know? Though you already know before now married," reject Dinda raw.
"Pretend or not. You still have to withdraw those words, and apologize to me ...! You want to be an ungodly wife?" threaten Candra raised one eyebrow.
"Did, though--."
"Don't forget! You have not done your duty, as a wife. Do you want to sin now?" instantly Dinda's two eyes were rounded.
"Why bring sins? It has nothing to do, Mom. You alone, right, allow it, "attack Dinda won't lose.
"I do allow it, but it's still a sin."
Dinda was defeated, her tongue felt muffled and speechless when the reality was true. Her mind immediately flew and guessed, if her husband must have wanted what had been his right. Staring at the second barn of Candra's bead that now looked so serious looking at her, Dinda swallowed a spit that suddenly hardened like a stone.
"Here you go, forget what I said!" candra told Dinda from her silence, "go away if you want to go" she said.
Slowly Dinda stood up while looking at Candra with an uncertain feeling, until her husband returned to lay her body as before.
Dinda was still standing by the bed with Candra behind her back to avoid getting hurt on her back.
"Mas ...," call Dinda slowly.
"If you're uncomfortable, then there's no need to talk about it!" balan Candra remained in her position.
Dinda was increasingly in a dilemma when she heard the tone of her husband's voice that seemed flat. Not to mention the word 'sin' continued to fill his mind.
With courage, Dinda sat on the edge of the bed near Candra's feet. "Mas ...," he repeated, unconcerned with the husband's warning.
There was no response from Candra. However, Dinda knew very well that her husband was not sleeping.
"I'm sorry .., because I haven't been able to be a dutiful wife to you, Mas" said Dinda Lirih, "experience should teach me to be a better wife than before," continued mean.
"I pulled out my words saying, You have no brain. I should be ashamed of you, Mom. You are not the one who has no brain. I am the one who has no brain! I'm very, very b0d0h!" reveal Dinda and end the cry of regret at the end of her sentence.
Candra who just closed her eyes because she felt tired, deliberately ignored her wife. However, he immediately gasped when he heard Dinda sobbing. He turned around, starting to worry.
"Aaa," cried Candra in pain. As a result of careless actions, his back was immediately painful and very painful.
"Why, Mas?" panicked Dinda was still crying while helping Candra sit down.
"I should ask .. Why are you crying?" he said while enduring the pain.
"Sorry" said Dinda, wiping away tears, feeling guilty.
"What's the apology for? It's not your fault. I forgot about this wound," Candra noticed Dinda's bowed face.
"Yes, it's your fault, Mom. Because you deliberately silenced me, when I apologized and pulled my words," Dinda cried again.
Candra sighed heavily and let Dinda cry without any intention of persuading her to stop crying. Dinda who felt neglected turned to her husband with tears.
"You don't want to forgive me, Mom?" dinda asked with a very sad look.
"Iih, asked instead of asking," annoyed Dinda grumbled.
"Yes, I'm sorry, right. So stop crying!"
"But rich doesn't mean it."
"Ikhlas or not, it doesn't need proof. God and I know enough. If people doubt it .. it's his business," Candra said seriously.
Dinda immediately nodded obediently and took her husband's right hand, then kissed the back of Candra's hand which had been shocked because of the sudden.
"I'm sorry, Mom," said Dinda and again kissed the back of her hand.
"Hm. I'm gonna take a break, my back hurts."
Candra lay down again, Dinda who saw him also lie down in her part. Candra was a little jolted with it, even more so when his wife purposely docked in on him. Even without hesitation took her husband's hand and wrapped it over Dinda's back.
"Rest! I'm with."
Candra smiled faintly and wiped away the traces of tears still on her cheeks. "Thank you, and sorry for making you cry."
Dinda returned Candra's smile. "It's not worth my mistake."
Ignoring Dinda's words, Candra re-embraced her and closed her eyes. Dinda did the same. Her hands stretched out and clenched her husband's waist.
CONNECT ....
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Divorce for the tears
I embrace the love when we part
The one I ask is loyal to me
Only you I love
A hand was accompanying my steps
It feels heavy you took me off
We are not ready to separate
Don't you doubt my dear
Blue dock silent witness
Even if I'm out, baby
Leaving him whom I love
But my heart feels heavy
Bitter sweetness I swallowed
There is no one most beautiful
Besides you, I love you
You're a lamp of heart in my heart
Solace likes and sorrows
A hand was accompanying my steps
It feels heavy you took me off
We have no intention of separating
Don't hesitate, my dear
Blue dock silent witness
Even if I'm out, baby
Leaving him whom I love
But my heart feels heavy
Bitter sweetness I swallowed
There is no one most beautiful
Besides you who ‘ku dear
You're a lamp of heart in my heart
Solace likes and sorrows
Be patient, my sister
I must have come back
Patience, oh, my love
I must have come back
...Blue Pier. Thomas Aryan's....
