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"Co! You must be kidding, right? You're gonna want to prank me like the other day, huh?" Disha doesn't want to believe Dimas' statement.
"I'm really serious. What I said the other day was also actually his intention seriously. But I don't want to destroy your marriage and Defan's" Dimas said. He does look serious.
"You really..."
"Sha, divorce Defan. I'll take care of you and the child in your stomach." Dimas grabbed one of Disha's hands.
"You're crazy, Co! You're making things worse!" Disha keeps Dimas' hands away. He hurried to leave the man. Dimas then pursued.
"Shaa! I can't let you stay with Defan. He did something really bad to you!" Dimas tried to stop Disha. But the woman kept moving.
"I'm sure the reason you went here is because you're mad at Defan! If Defan wasn't your best friend or your husband, I'm sure you would've reported him to the police!" Dimas continued to try to convince Disha.
"Did you prefer it?! Conscious, Sha! He's just a cowardly guy who only dares to touch you when drunk!" Over time Dimas further cornered Defan. Makes Disha so furious. The woman clenched fists in both hands.
"What if I enjoy it?" Disha spoke while slowly staring at Dimas. The man immediately spoke a thousand languages.
"What do you mean?" ask Dimas.
"My main goal came here to think, Co. Because I was confused by what my heart felt," explained Disha. Her tears slowly drip.
"your heart? You mean you love Defan?" Dimas stared at Nilar Disha. I hope his guess is wrong.
"I don't know. But it looks like me and Defan are not going to get a divorce" Disha replied ambiguously. He passed away.
Dimas pecked in place. He must have been heartbroken to hear Disha speak so. The two lament each other in solitude.
Disha is in the hotel room. He slanted back on the bed. Staring at the photos together with Defan and Dimas. Disha saw it through mobile phone.
"Why are you doing this? Why..." Disha did not continue when his attention was directed to Defan's face. All the memories of that man came out. Especially the memory of touch and babble Defan.
"Honestly, Defan is more annoying than Dimas. But that's what makes me feel more comfortable with him. He's free, funny, and unexpected" Disha muttered. Along with that, his stomach was rumbling. One chocolate bread will certainly not be enough to fill the stomach.
Disha then ordered a menu of food at the hotel. But for the umpteenth time, he returned nauseous at the sight of carbohydrates. Disha can no longer eat. He only ate the vegetables on the plate.
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"Ah right. He's got social media." Defan picks up the phone and instantly searches for Disha's social media account. He tried to call through there. But it can not, because Defan does not have a social media account.
Defan grunts rough. In search of Disha, he sat by the roadside. Defan created his own social media account. That's when Defan can contact Disha.
Because it is not lifted, Defan chose to send a message. He did not forget to give a video as proof of his existence on Jeju Island.
Meanwhile, Disha awakens due to Defan's call. He was shocked when he read Defan's message. Especially the evidence that the man sent.
"God! He's here too? How does Defan know?" Disha felt disbelief. Besides, I don't know why he's happy. Defan came looking for him without asking.
To be sure, Disha rushes to call Defan.
"Are you really on Jeju Island?" ask Disha.
"Where have you been, Sha?! Why suddenly disappear? If Mom is the same Papah knows how? Nah! That's not what I'm worried about. But you! You're pregnant now!" charge Defan with a nagging tone.
Disha smile. He couldn't argue that he missed Defan.
"Yes, I'll send you the address of the hotel" said Disha.
"The room number is also all of you" said Defan.
"But! It's delicious." Disha smiled again.
"Why? We are used to one room, right? I want to save my money, Sha."
"Allah! That's your excuse, Toy! Anyway no ya no." Disha turns off the phone call first. His stomach suddenly returned.
"What do you want?! Did you eat no? Do you want to eat and not eat?!" Disha nagged at her stomach. He snorted violently. Then send the hotel address to Defan.
Half an hour late, Defan was already at the hotel ten minutes ago. He continued to negotiate with the receptionist. Defan was really trying hard to figure out Disha's room number. But the receptionist continued to refuse to tell for privacy reasons.
'OK, now I'm going to take out my ultimate weapon, ' Inner Defan. He immediately claimed to be Disha's husband. Defan also did not forget to show the marriage book as evidence.
Now the receptionist can't wiggle. He finally tells Disha's room number.
"Yes! Wait for me, Sha. I'm otw." Defan smiled with satisfaction as he got into the elevator.