Mentari for Dawn

CHAPTER 49 - Photos

Dance still has a great passion to continue her work. Moreover, the family room is also almost finished cleaning. Maybe he can still continue by cleaning this one room.

Dance opened the door slowly. After putting in all the cleaning equipment he used to clean the room, he closed the door again without anyone seeing him.

Arriving inside, he was stunned to stare at the dominated room in white that looked like a doctor's room. The guess was strong, it turned out that this was the room of Dawn. There are gray tables and chairs. Large cabinets as archive storage. As well as some medical equipment that he himself does not know its function.

For almost two months she was married to Dawn. But only now did he know the man's office. Maybe because he still has not been so memorized every corner of the room in a house this big.

Dance near the work desk. Her eyes were immediately fixed on the mini frame containing a portrait of her husband. He took the frame and stared at it for a long time. A bright smile on his face saw the pose of Dawn. This guy is really handsome, even if only from his photos. Especially original.

It seems he can no longer deny it, if this handsome man has managed to make him fall in love. Even if he does not know, whether his love is welcome. But judging from the man's attitude towards her, it seemed that she was mediocre. There did not appear to be any more gazes like the one he gave to Zahra.

I don't know, he didn't want to expect too much. There has been a lot of disappointment that he had gotten from people he loved and trusted. He better focus on his job.

Dance began to tidy up the room. He took a duster to clean the dust attached to each side of the room, as well as the furniture in the room. Starting from tables, chairs to filing cabinets. All he cleaned.

After that he tidied one by one the archives and files in the closet carefully.

But suddenly he was stunned to see a piece of photo tucked between one of the files he was tidying up. Dance took the photo and looked at him. It was a picture of Dawn with a beautiful and elegant woman. They pose with affection. A look of happiness was clearly on their faces.

Dance tried to guess who this woman really was. If his guess is not wrong, it looks like this is Dawn with his first wife who is gone. In other words, honey. They look very harmonious. It is obvious that couples marry out of love, and out of necessity.

Dance smiled wryly and put the portrait back in place. Then he put the files back in the archive.

But he instead found another photograph in the archive. Stunned dance sees a beautiful portrait of Zahra, natural and simple. Jealousy began to stop in Dari's heart to see the photo.

Did Fajar love Zahra as much as he loved his late wife? But, isn't this woman married, even have children? What makes her husband fall in love with a woman who is the wife of his own best friend?

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Around 18:39 Dawn arrived at his house. It has been two days since Tari entered the hospital, he always tried to go home early, because thinking about the condition of the woman still makes him anxious.

He was worried that an incident like yesterday would happen again. He usually goes home around ten in the evening.

The return of Dawn was greeted with respect by its security and bodyguards. One of them helped to park his car.

While Dawn itself went straight into his luxurious house. He intends to take a shower and change clothes first, before his work room to finish the work that has not been completed.

But when passing through the family room, he accidentally saw the door of his study slightly open. Fajar frowned confusedly. Looks like there's someone in the room. But who? Anyway, this isn't Miss Olives' schedule to clean her room. Did any other waiter do it?

"Yes, sir" Olive Lady seemed to be stirred up to her master.

"Mom told people to clean my room? Didn't I tell you a lot, no one can enter my room but me and my mom?" Dawn looked at Olive Ma'am while pointing at her room.

From the beginning he had made a rule that no one should enter his room but Olive Ma'am, the only person he trusted so much. Whether it is to clean the room, or for other purposes. Unless he is in place. Because it's his privacy.

"Sorry sir, but I never told anyone to clean up Mr.'s room. I always warn all servants not to enter the Master's room. I don't think they'll argue...."

Refute Miss Olives explained. His feeling suddenly became unpleasant. As she remembered, Madam Tari was cleaning the room. Is possible....?

"Then, who's in there?" Tukas Fajar was confused before he ran into his room. Olives ran to follow their young master from behind.

Arriving inside, he was surprised to find out the person who turned out to be in his room was Tari. Even more surprising was that the woman was holding an archive, and looking at a photograph in her hand.

"What are you doing here?" The sound of Dawn that suddenly appeared made Dari shocked, until the archives and photos in his hands fell on the floor.

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"You're home yet?"

Dawn crouched down, about to pick up the files, files and photos. While Dari still stands with a wave to see the expression of her husband.

Dawn's eyes widened to see the photo containing the portrait of Zahra that he still kept. Dawn took the photo, then she got up and looked at Tari sharply.

"What are you doing?! Who told you to come into my room, and search my room at will?!" Dawn blazes with fire.

"I-i...." Dari replied with a stutter without daring to look at her angry husband.

"I know I'm guilty of you. I know I've ruined your future! Okay fine! But didn't I make up for all my mistakes! Am I not responsible for you?! What else do I have to do!

Am I that bad, that you feel that even my privacy is not worth respecting?! I have always appreciated your privacy! I have never once meddled in your affairs with your family! But why are you even interfering about my personal affairs?!"

Shouted Dawn with anger that could not be controlled against the presumptuous behavior of his wife. Making Dari feel scared as well as sad.

Olive, who stood at the door and watched the ongoing dispute between the couple, was in awe to see Dance facing her husband's anger. But he did not want to interfere.