Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 78

The next day after an accidental meeting that occurred in the cafe in front of Indra's office. Dila gets a short message from Kunto, it turns out that Kunto does not want to buy time to meet with Dila.

Kunto asks when Dila has free time, and the next day the two of them meet, exactly when Dila runs out to take El to school.

~In the city park, 8~ hours

That's the reply I wrote for Kunto.

Exactly at 8 Dila arrived at the park, Kunto had already arrived in front of the city park.

" Wait long Mas?". Dila went into the garden and Kunto followed him, Dila accidentally sat on a garden chair that was in a place somewhat hidden behind a hedge and shady trees.

" I just arrived too", replied Kunto, sitting beside Dila.

Dila put two bottles of mineral water on the table, Dila did deliberately bring a drink, who knows if there will be a hot heart after a chat session.

The atmosphere of the park is very quiet, because it is still early morning, small children and teenagers who used to play to the park is invisible, because it is the school entrance hours, and, Dila deliberately chose a comfortable place and not too crowded. Not intentionally in order to be alone with Kunto, Dila deliberately looking for a comfortable place, and, more so that what the two of them will talk about so easy to digest because what Dila will convey will definitely drain Kunto's emotions.

" Where do we start talking?, so much do I want to ask you Dil, if you say there will probably be more than 100 questions".

Kunto was still staring at Dila with the same gaze as before, the last they met in front of the minimarket.

A gaze full of love and hope, a gaze that can not be represented only with the sentence I love you and the like, because so deep feeling that Kunto pendam on Dila so far.

" It is up to Mas Kun to ask what, then I will try to answer honestly".

Kunto frowned, Dila's words just now seemed to indicate if only she wanted to know what had happened to Dila, while Dila had no questions to ask Kunto.

" You don't want to know about how I've been living, Dil?". Kunto was about to grab Dila's hand leaning against the table, but Dila quickly pulled her hand. Kunto felt like Dila was keeping a distance from her, like deliberately putting a guardrail between the two of them.

" Dil... I went back to the village, worked and studied there so that I could become a successful person, so that I could make you proud to be my wife later, even did you know Dil?, you know?, Sarah is divorced from her husband, a few months after Sarah gave birth, she begged to come back with me, she said she had made the wrong choice. But I can't, I've managed to forget about it and bury it deeply along with the wound he inflicted on my heart".

" All because of you, Dil, you have strengthened me".

Dila sees Kunto so fiery when she tells him about the former lover who betrayed her first.

" I'm sorry Mas, I'm the same as Mba Sarah, I'm not a good woman to you, you will definitely hate me a lot when you know the truth if I'm married to another man".

Damn......

Kunto was so shocked and upset to hear Dila's confession just now.

" You're not kidding me anymore, are you?, I don't like jokes like that", Kunto still doesn't believe Dila's words.

Dila showed a photo of her wedding reception in the village yesterday, a photo on her HP, when she was both with Indra at the wedding.

" He's my husband, Mas Indra his name, my former employer". Dila returned to pick up her phone shortly after Kunto stared at the phone screen in anger.

" Your former employer?".

" Mas Indra?, the person I saw in front of the minimarket when I said goodbye to you to return to the village first?"

" So he used to lie when he said you ran away from his house?, so I wouldn't go back to look for you there again?". Now Kunto's slightly trembling voice restrained the emotions that had arisen from within her heart.

" He didn't lie Mas, I did leave without saying goodbye from his house, a few months after our wedding".

Kunto tries to control her emotions.

" Why did you marry her?, did you love her Dil?, was she better than me?".

Dila nodded and shook her head almost simultaneously. " He was no better than you, Mas, because I was afraid of him at first, other than because our age was far enough away, he was also quiet and his attitude was cold to everyone, but I loved his son... El, my foster son needs a mother figure to be a substitute for his biological mother who left. And I accepted the boy's request, to be his mother".

" Earlier after marriage.., more and more the attitude of Mas Indra became warmer and better to me, he said that he began to love me, and over time I began to feel the same, and over time I began to feel the same, I'm sorry if I let you down". Dila looked down not daring to look at Kunto directly.

" Maybe it's true that the Javanese language says it's just that jalaran jalaran soko kulino, unfortunately why I just left you and returned to my hometown at that time, always like that, always like that, once from the village left the lover to go abroad to fight for him, it was in the village he betrayed and became pregnant with other men, then in the wild to meet you, you know, and I came home to establish myself, you're the same, married to another man".

" Do you also have children from your marriage with your husband?", Kunto felt so apes, twice loved women, but was left married, even when he was struggling. Miris...

" There is only El , I myself have not had a child coming out of my womb" replied Dila briefly.

" But I was no longer holy, Mas, is it possible that you will accept me who is no longer a virgin because of Mas Indra", the sentence was only said Dila in his heart, Dila did not want anyone to know about his dark time first. Let no one else know that he was once a victim.

" So your mistake wasn't as fatal as Sarah, but still you made me hurt Dil, now my family's business has gone well, I've graduated from agriculture, and my age is also enough to get married, yesterday when I met you, I thought God answered my prayers by bringing us back together. But it turns out my guess missed, God again made me fall and fall".

" If you used to be where I leaned, now who am I leaning on Dil?, I already really love you". Kunto forcibly pulled Dila's hand and grasped it, but Dila again withdrew her hand.

She has become Indra's wife, not worthy to touch with other men, even if only holding hands.

" I'm sorry Mas, I'm someone's wife, it's not appropriate for us to hold hands like that, and one more thing, I hope that the personal issues between the two of us have no effect on our cooperation as business partners".

Dila knows maybe in the future he no longer meets Kunto for business outside work, because it keeps the good for all.

" I say goodbye then Mas, I just want to convey what I should have said a long time ago, and now is the opportunity for me to end this relationship uncertainty".

" I'm sorry I can't talk for long, it's not good to be together in a place like this". Dila stood up and walked away leaving Kunto, but either the custom or his favorite Kunto chased after Dila and hugged Dila forcibly.

" Shut up for a while, Dil, consider this our farewell embrace, I will not force you any more in the future, for I know you are already someone's wife, but let me hug you this time for the last time",

Dila was still rebelling, because even if it was just for a moment, still the embrace was a mistake. Dila did not want to betray her husband Indra.

" Last Mas, you can't be like this, I'm not Dila who used to be, I've married!", Dila still thrashed, but Kunto hugged him even tighter, until a strong pull and a raw bogem landed on Kunto's face.

Dila was very surprised to see Indra there, "Since when was Mas Indra here?". Dila was so afraid to see Indra's anger beating on Kunto blindly, as well as Kunto who had been very emotional and hurt at Dila's confession.

The scene of hitting, kicking, and beating each other was not inevitable, there was only Dila who did not dare to divorce the two men who were both in a state of anger and emotion.

Dila ran outside the park, hoping there was a guard or park janitor who could help break up Indra and Kunto.

" Sir, please inside there is another fight, please help separate sir!", Dila's voice mixed with sobs of fear because he saw Indra and Kunto who had been injured in some parts of his body, even blood was flowing on their faces.

" Where's mba?".

Dila pointed straight towards the park.

The gardener called some fellow janitors to come in and broke up the two.

The fight was successfully broken up by several park cleaners. Indra and Kunto were originally about to be taken to the police station for fighting in a public place, but Dila begged that this matter be resolved in a family manner.

" Thank you sir for the help, we'll sort this out ourselves, without going to the police station". Dila was already trembling in fear if the problem became big, Indra was not an ordinary citizen, it would be warm news if the news of her fighting in the Park was brought to the police station, and known to the public.