My sister My husband

Section 49. Proof

Officially they are divorced, now Andra is busy checking the financial statements in his office. The black inked pen kept moving to and fro making a firm scratch a paraf.

One month after the divorce, Andra often sat pensively in her office. It felt half his soul was gone when the judge's decision echoed through the courtroom where only he attended. Dinda did not see at all just the divorce deed sent to her house and after that Dinda's number was no longer active.

The house they had rented was empty and uninhabited. Andra often stopped in front of the house and observed it again to review and laugh at what they had been together.

Natasya, now that the divorce court's decision she's not next to Andra. The reason for working abroad made him split places. Arumi is also brought by her with the services of baby sitter Andra to be calm and believe that now Natasha has really changed and loves her daughter. Oh come on, of course, he loves me because it's Bastian's flesh and blood.

Andra went back to her apartment. He was a little surprised when a tomboyish-looking woman stood at the door of his unit.

" Deri...? " The frown was clear when Andra made his view clear. The object approached and grinned.

" Hi Ndra, how are you? " Get out Deri's hand ready to shake.

Andra replied with a helping hand. A little ingrained doubt but also a sense of curiosity about the purpose of Deri meeting him. This is not usual. " good. What's up here tumben? You know where my address is? "

Of course Derina is more sensitive because she is so obsessed with Natasya. Their equally distorted state makes Natasya the only focal point. This is what makes him know all about Natasha and that includes Andra in it.

" There's something I want to talk about. It's critical. " Tell him in a flat voice.

Andra invited Derina in and now they're both sitting on the couch. No doubt, Deri sat with a finger raised his leg. It's not polite if it's done by a normal woman. But that's Derina, the male-spirited female Deri.

" Do you know where Natasha is? "

" Him, work right? There was a fashion show she said in NY she had permission and brought our daughter. " Andra thrusts a cold canned soda drink in front of Deri. " drink. " Andra opened the drink.

Deri gave a small laugh and looked at Andra. Andra becomes confused by Deri's rapidly changing behavior. " You sure? " Deri raised her eyebrows next to her. " We've fooled Andra....! " She said and then downed the soft drink until the toilet. The heat of his heart made him feel very thirsty.

Andra was still silent. " What do you mean? " Andra's gaze asked for an explanation.

" Natasha, the woman you consider the mother of your child. She's not a good woman. He ******!! " Said Deri with eyes crossed like a dog ready to bark.

Unable to say that Deri humbled the mother of her child, Andra then stood up and grabbed Deri's collar. Andra memorized who Deri was and how his talent in self-defense they used to learn in the same shade.

" Keep your talk!!"

" Hahahah....! You don't believe it? She's a rotten woman! She married you in series, didn't she yesterday right after your divorce came out? I know everything Andra.. !!" Deri Laughs loudly, her voice echoing throughout the room.

" But it's all because it's a busy work schedule. You don't just talk, he loves me and our son very much." Still Andra defended Natasya to the point that her neck veins came out while speaking firmly.

" Oh come on, that's not it... He deliberately wanted to throw you out Andra. He's taking revenge on you. Do you remember how you divorced him and judged him to be crazy? He didn't forget that. From the beginning, there was only Bastian. You must be very familiar with that name."

" Bastian? " Andra was limp and sitting on the couch she thought she was busy digesting every word of Deri.

" You, don't just talk!" The cry went with a fist that landed smoothly at the corner of Deri's lips.

Deri stood up and glared, "Fuck... Dare you hit me? " Deri got up and blocked. Both were involved in the attack. But caring about gender, in fact, Deri is as strong as Andra.

After they fell limp, then Deri pulled out all the evidence he had. " Open your eyes wide and understand all this. " Deri handed a large brown envelope to Andra.

" Oh...! Where's kompresmu? You're still the same as you used to be ferocious." Deri complained that he was walking closer to the refrigerator and compressing bruises on his face.

" So when she married me, it turns out that she also married Bastian in series? D... She has two husbands? " Andra reads the wedding date from a piece of paper that Deri can get at a price that is expensive of course.

" Ahem..." Deri nods. " Not only that, he's also in a relationship with me Ndra." Deri said lightly without any burden. Like no sin.

" you... You Lesbians?"

" S. um...! " Deri shakes. " Natasha is a lot crazier than that. She's bisexual. I feel cheated here too. You don't have to be angry, we're in the same position."

" Go now before I throw this ashtray in your head! " Andra growled after hearing Deri's confession.

A large ashtray of the crystal was already floating in the air. If Deri wasn't good at dodging and running fast, it was possible that the two of them had already entered the murder news broadcast.

Which man would want to be played like this? He really felt humbled and trampled on his pride by Natasha.

" Y....!! " Andra was furious, he went berserk and vented his anger on the things around him.

His house is like a ship breaking, his world collapsing when Deri comes to explain all the evidence. Behind all that, Deri laughed with satisfaction. He was happy because not only was he destroyed but Andra was too. Friends in destruction that's what they want.

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...Dinda POV...

Mom, I honestly miss you. Not or me or our son. But, I hope you're happy there with your daughter and wife. I've heard from Natasya your wedding. Our deed is out and has not reached me, you have done ijab qobul with other women.

" Kiddo, what are you doing? " I rubbed my stomach which was already a bit bloated. My pregnancy was 4 months. That means when we divorced I was 2 months pregnant.

" You're a strong boy, baby, you're a smart kid. Umi love equally adek. " My words continued to wipe him who was still in my stomach. Stimulating his development with the gentle touch I gave him and the pleasant communication, I want my son to grow up well.

I closed all the dark sheets of our story, erased all our memories together. From the time I was a child, you were guarding, never having been stifled by the slightest suspicion that you would hurt me like this.

But, I never held a grudge against you, for me whatever it was you were still the father of my son. Blessed Mas. Your happiness with him is proof that I didn't make the wrong decision.