My sister My husband

section 57. Kneeling.

Ayman had calmed down after making a video call with Keanu. They both joked and laughed together. Dinda was just happy to see it. How not if Keanu as a connecting father can actually be closer and familiar with his baby.

Tired of chatting now Ayman sleeps on the sofa while hugging his Daddy clothes. Clothes that have not been washed and still leave a distinctive body aroma Keanu. To be honest, Dinda was the same she would do that when her husband went off for some time. As a cure miss his pretext.

" Pa, don't check the garden?" Dinda asked snag Dad who was still busy reading the notes from the sale of his garden.

" No son, Papa was checking our sales yesterday and is now calculating again how much to spend on capital to invest again." He said he continued to focus on scanning the papers.

Dinda just ber oh ria and then she say goodbye to back. Go to the shop behind the house to buy sugar. He was just about to make coffee for Papa Dimas but the sugar just happened to be running out.

The atmosphere was silent and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

Papa Dimas frowned in wonder, usually if only the neighbors around always say his name or not they went straight to the back porch because the back porch was more shady during the afternoon like this. But who is this? why not voice too?

Papa Dimas stood beside the window trying to peek at her but was invisible. Apparently the guest was standing right behind the door so that it could not be seen from the window.

Papa Dimas had to open the door. He thought maybe the customer would buy his crop tomorrow.

But hope is wrong. He was speechless with a face that was flushed red even his hands clenched squeezing the doorknob until his handbooks looked paled with a tinge of red in between.

BRACKET! The sound of the door slamming shut hard.

His emotions were overflowing this time. His old wounds are back. Seeing who was standing before his door made his head instantly pulsate. He turned his body and went into his room. Not wanting to reprimand or anything, papa Dimas felt very upset.

It was Andra. The guest was Andra. Last night he couldn't sleep and think about everything. If Dinda already knows and the reaction is very subtle and seems no rejection then at least she has a ballast side in her hole.

But, the one he forgot his Papa's anger. Anger that is difficult to muffle especially just forgotten. It won't!

Dinda returned from the shop and did not find Papa Dimas who had been sitting at the dining table.

" Oh, maybe you're asleep. Yes it is." Dinda muttered and undoed her intention to make a cup of coffee.

He took the initiative to sit down while kneeling Ayman's legs asleep. The little boy looked exhausted. Dinda rubbed Ayman's slightly sweaty forehead.

The sound of knocking on the door again sounded, thinking if Papa Dimas was asleep and maybe the one who knocked on the door was an important guest, Dinda immediately opened the door.

His eyes were opened and his body was petrified when he saw the presence of a man who had protected him, the man who ultimately dumped him, the man who was the biological father of his son.

" dude? " Dinda was stunned looking at him.

" Mine..." Andra greeted stiffly. His voice was stifled, his gaze was sad.as if longing heavily and wanted to immediately hug tightly.

" Ma. enter the mas." Dinda. Like a haired paddle. It was only a few days ago that Dinda planned to bring Ayman together with her biological father and now all of that is happening.

Half his heart was happy and passionate, but one side of his heart was afraid that there would be a commotion in a moment. Dinda clingukan stared at her Papa's bedroom door. He was afraid that Papa Dimas would go on a rampage and relapse his illness.

" Mine..." Andra took a few steps and sat down after Dinda invited her.

Dinda left him, and went to the kitchen to make him a drink. Drinks have been served and now they are sitting face to face with a great sense of awkwardness. Dinda just looked down not daring to stare, while Andra looked at her heartily and was full of regret.

" Sorry.." Lirih Andra's.

" There is nothing to forgive. It's all over. Where's your wife and son?" Dinda scanned out the door that was still open she thought Andra was coming with Arumi, or even Natasha. After all, they used to be close and related.

" How's Arumi doing?"

" Din, I'm not getting married. Arumi isn't. she's not..." Andra hid her cries "I lied to Din. Arumi's not my son he's Bastian's son. You must know Bastian, right?"

Dinda felt pity but also did not just believe. He is just pitying right now. Seeing Andra's much thinner and unkempt condition made him pity.

It's true that he had talked to Bayu several times. But Dinda never at all teased or scraped information about Andra's life. He only wished Andra a good and happy life.

" I don't know if that's true or not. I just don't want to dig up old wounds. All this time I just wish you were happy. " The word Dinda intersects the story of Andra who begs for attention.

Andra's eyes focused on Ayman who was asleep in front of the television by holding something in her arms.

" A... She? "

" Where do you know our address?" Tanya Dinda sounded a little firm and as if she did not like it.

Andra sighed. " You must have known, of course, from Bayu. "

it's just a small talk to unravel the awkwardness. Dinda must have thought that if Andra somehow sooner or later would come to meet them all.

" Dinda is he my son?" Andra looked at Ayman's nanar who even had her gaze blurred from being covered in tears.

Dinda could not hold back her tears. He nodded and cried. " Yes, he's our son." It was full of regrets.

Regret for having run away, regret for having taught his son the bad things to avoid his own father.

" Our son? " Andra's voice trembled, her pelupuknya wet and mellow.

" Can I hold her? " Andra's eyes were very pleading and begging for mercy.

Of course Dinda allows it. Andra got up and almost had her fingers touching Ayman's hair. But all that stopped when Papa Dimas' wild rampage erupted.

" Don't you dare touch my granddaughter! "

Andra stopped her movement. His hand again limp to be faithful on the sides of his thighs right and left.

"Pa.... " Andra approached papa Dimas and knelt before him.

Andra, the man has risked his pride to get back close to his family and his son.

Andra's hand almost touched Papa's pants. He wants to be rested. However, a violent rejection occurred and it happened so quickly in the blink of an eye.

Andra.

" Never set foot in my house! Never ever!" Papa Dimas who was emotional kicked Andra's hand that was about to reach him.

" Maybe, it's possible that if Dinda was honest about Dinda's pregnancy, she'd cancel our divorce." His words are a lie that only wants to dampen the emotions of the Papa. Dinda still remembers how many times Andra always made sure if the seeds did not grow in Dinda's womb and all that for the smooth process of their divorce.

Andra was filled to see Dinda who was on her knees even though she was pregnant. Dinda defended him and apologized for mistakes he never made.

I realized, you're Dinda...

You're a special woman. Your heart is sincere. It was my fault that wasted all your sincerity. It's my fault that I always ignore you.

" Wake Dinda! don't sacrifice yourself again for a man who doesn't know himself. He's been playing you, he's dumping us all!" A high tone of voice echoed throughout the living room making Ayman shocked and woke up and immediately cried in fear.

Dinda immediately moved despite her painstaking efforts and held her son. He turned Ayman's gaze so as not to see the grandfather's explosive anger.

" Papa, already. Dinda please Pa. He's Ayman's father well, anyway Dinda's wrong." Dinda couldn't stand it anymore she also blew it all away.

The boy was still crying in shock as well as being frightened at the same time. He didn't understand what the adults were talking about.

" Pa, I'm sorry Andra. Andra wants to fix everything. Andra wants to make it up to you."

" What do you want to fix? It's all over. You see my grandson." Papa Dimas pointed at Ayman who was crying in Dinda's arms. " Look at him, without you he can grow up well. You know what it means that whether or not you exist in this world will have no effect on my granddaughter!"

" Papa stop! Want papa refused or whatever, all that can not replace the nasab! The blood that runs through my son's body is his blood." The gaze of Dinda's eyes held tightly in Andra's heart made Andra happy as well as sliced.

" Oh, is this your reply to Papa? is this your respect for the elderly?" Papa Dimas is disappointed. " Papa didn't understand Dinda, you should have hated her, you should have been harboring her!"

Dinda with her face. " Did you forget, I'm like this because I founded papa? Papa was a good man who always taught me to be sincere, who taught me to forgive. So now papa?" Dinda sniffled "Let her pa, she also has full rights over Ayman. He's her father."

Papa Dimas pinched the base of his nose, his head really felt like breaking. " Whatever! remember Andra I will still hate you! Don't expect any more ridhoku for you! CAMPER IT!!!"

"wr..." Again Andra groans and is not discouraged.

THE HUT!!

Andra fell down again and this time firmer until the corner of her lips let out a red liquid that might be due to Papa Dimas' kick.

" Iman Afraid of Ummi. Grandpa why? "Ayman asked with his wet eyes. There was a deep fear in his eyes.

" It's okay, honey. Ayman to the room used to be the same ummi ya." To divert his son's attention to the violent scene.

Dinda went to the room.

" Hit me Pa, hit me! Nail me if it can make Papa relieved and forgive me!"

" Quiet!! There's no right for your mouth to call me that. You're not my son, there's no blood in your veins!"

" She..." Andra pleaded for the umpteenth time to grab Papa Dimas' hand.

The former district-class footballer got even more angry and took it out. This time a punch landed on Andra's face. But not once did Andra reply.

Unable to stand what happened outside the room, Dinda put the headphones on Ayman's ear and turned on her beloved cartoon and gave it milk. Ayman still drinks through the pacifier. It was easy that the little boy's attention was distracted.

Dinda came back out and this time blocked Papa Dimas's punch that almost hit Dinda's shoulder if it did not stop immediately.

Yes, Dinda curled up to embrace the resigned Andra. Andra admitted wrong and resigned. He was manly this time. Sooner or later, all this will happen.

" Milary!" Papa Dimas groaned in annoyance. The shadow goes back to the past where the two children grew up protecting each other even though sometimes they were nosy to each other.

Shaking his heart at the sight, papa Dimas decided to go somewhere.

" dude? Mommy..." Dinda shook Andra's body which looked limp. His consciousness was still there but the focus of his gaze was somewhere, his vision was reddened as the blood flowed making his vision blurry and red.

I don't know what was used to hit him, which is clear now Andra's forehead is injured. Dinda panicked too. If the neighbor knows, if the neighbor sees this. These will all be crowded into gossipy material. Dinda doesn't want that.

" Come with me." Dinda pulled Andra's hand and took her to Ayman's room where it was empty.

Quickly and swiftly though his breath was panting Dinda treated Andra's wounds. Andra is happy now in her heart really happy. The warm touch of his ex-wife used to come back.

The warm touch of the little sister he missed back.

Although this is wrong because Dinda now has no bond with him because he has married, but really Andra likes to be treated this way.

He is willing even though he will be beaten again and again. For him his physical pain is nothing compared to his heartache when away from them all.

" It hurts?" Asked Dinda who was scared because from then on Andra just fell silent.

" It's okay. I'm fine."

" Well, what's fine. Look at your pointed nose now crooked!" Dinda snorted annoyed while putting plaster on Andra's nose.His nose was not spared from the deadly attack on Ayman's grandfather.

" It's not worth it compared to the wounds I've given you all."

" Hush! " Dinda pressed hard on the wound at the end of Andra's lips until Andra grimaced in pain.

" After this Mas go home, the scene of you kneeling earlier will not make Papa melt. Trust me."

" Then what do I have to do?" Andra really did not understand the attitude of his father who was too hard-hearted.

Dinda tidied up p3k "Just show your sincerity to Ayman. Find a way to get Ayman close and comfortable with you and slowly find out who you really are. Don't do something sudden like this. I don't want any news on TV about the murders in this house."

" Long time no see, your mouth gets sharper." Susana melts and Andra shakes Dinda's head.

Dinda rolled her eyes lazily and then moved. "Come with me, we'll meet our son." He said unconsciously.

" Our son? Oh, he's our son, isn't he? tell me how it used to be when she was just born. What is her favorite and what she hates." Andra's enthusiasm bewitched her evaporating the pain all over her body. He forgot what he had just experienced. For him it was all worth it.

" You haven't amnesia, have you? He's your duplicate, what you like and what you hate are all the same as him. It's just that he's not as stubborn as you." Said Dinda lazy because Andra was too enthusiastic.

Andra smiled proudly. He was very happy even though his face was battered and his entire body felt crumpled dim.

" See him, but don't tell me right away that you're his father. After that, go home. I didn't throw you out, but my husband wasn't home. It's not good." Dinda told me as she opened the door to her room.

Andra nodded in understanding. The words of Dinda indirectly expelled him firmly.