My sister My husband

Section 63. Rival

" How do you do, Boy Bayu? " Papa Dimas sipped his coffee and asked Bayu who was also busy playing with Ayman.

" Current Om. Our new products are well received in the market." Bright smile Bayu accompanied by his answer.

Bayu often comes to visit the residence of Papa Dimas for reasons of concern. And, it's not good that Dinda wants to refuse his presence because the baby who is still in the womb is also a close relative of Bayu. They are blood related.

As usual, when Bayu came, Dinda always looked for ways to avoid him. Dinda just stayed in the room. And, tonight, not usually since the night that Dinda wanted to keep her idle, she suddenly wanted to know about Andra.

How are you doing, Mas? ~ Dinda's.

Surely happy, and very happy. Andra who was cooking instant noodles in her room mini stove laughed happily.

Okay, how's Ayman doing? ~ Andra.

Although hesitant, Andra still asked about his son. He was too disappointed with Dinda's attitude that limited the meeting between him and his son.

She's kind. He was playing with Mas Bayu. ~ Dinda's.

The chat was over and ended in silence when Dinda mentioned Bayu's name. Meanwhile somewhere on the roof of the building.

" Damn it! " Andra groaned and her hands clenched, her books whitened the guardrail.

" Cih! Your reasons are not at all on Dinda's target. You guys purposely kicked me out, prevented me from meeting with Ayman, but what is this? You guys allowed Bayu to come and play with my son?" Andra was infuriated by the injustice that had happened to her.

How is he different from Bayu?

Bayu is also a stranger. While he was, he was clearly Ayman's real father, so why wasn't he allowed to set foot in his ex-wife's house? andra really doesn't think about all this. He's angry he's upset.

Mas, you can visit your son. ~ Dinda's.

Reading Dinda's message, Andra who was originally angry then suddenly smiled happily. He even laughed out loud.

Did ya? I'll visit him tomorrow. ~ Andra.

Andra cheered she was so happy that she even jumped up in excitement.

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...Dinda POV....

Why didn't he return my message immediately? My mind when reading my message that is long enough not in reply. Maybe he felt disappointed because of the arrival of Mas Bayu.

Oh, myGod!!

Was my decision wrong yesterday? I kept him away from his son for three months? Am I not cruel? As long as we were in trouble, we hitched a ride at his house, but ... After that I forbade him to see Ayman. Hemm, I've been a bad woman apparently.

I fell back on my bed, not feeling my tears slide when I remember my pregnancy. This is my second pregnancy which is not much different from Ayman's pregnancy. When I was pregnant with Ayman I was alone. And now, I'm on my own. Is this a curse to me?

I remember how Mas Keanu always accompanied me even before the birth of Ayman. He was so enthusiastic every time he held her. He loved Ayman as much as his own son.

But now, when I was pregnant with her child, why did she leave?

Doesn't he want to hold on to our baby?

Yeah, I'm a crybaby. Son, don't you emulate this ummi of yours? No, be like your cheerful and kind Abi. He's the gentle man I've met.

I can only enjoy this pain. Yes, the pain in my heart from the honest departure of my husband I cannot accept.

Which woman could accept the passing of someone she loved so much?

As long as we were together, he never hurt me. God, listen to this. This is my testimony, this is my confession.

As long as we were together and I was his wife, he never once formed me. He always hugged me when I did something wrong, yes that's the way. He always said his anger subsided when he hugged me. He said his fatigue disappeared as I grabbed him and rubbed his head.

But, you love him more than me. I want her to be happier, Rabb, give her the prettiest angel. Give him the most beautiful place, I do not deserve him Rabb. There's still a lot of me to him, there's still a lot of service I haven't given him.

Make him happy in your garden, Lord..

Rintih, the pain of my soul when I remember all the goodness of my late husband. I don't understand if he's that good or because I praise him too much. But, that is what He is.

The figure of a man I did not realize, from the time we were teenagers always looking after me, a figure who was always close to me. He was once a neighbor, friend, friend, boyfriend and husband.

" Dinda, Boy Bayu wants to go home." The voice made me stop crying and remember all your kindness, my late husband. I must behave appropriately without showing any hurt.

This wound, this crumble, only I feel, only I know.

Yes Rabb, I hope time passes soon and treat me from this lara.

" Yes, Pa! " My voice then came back to reflect to just remove the rest of the tears that made me look sad.

^^^^^🤧🤧🤧 Honestly, this post Mimi mewek😭😭 Ndak tuat. How does it feel to be pregnant but in staying dead with a human figure as good as Kean.^^^^^

" Will I go home? Sorry I was staying in my room. Regular old pregnant Mas, so often tired." My words reasoned, it would be unpleasant if I frankly avoided his arrival. I just don't want to be seen as a woman who doesn't know anything. Where my husband has just died 3 months and 10 days and there is already a male guest in my house. Oh, that's embarrassing.

" Yes, it's okay. I'm also here just to make sure how you and your future son are. Mama actually wanted to come, but suddenly she had other needs." With a face I can't understand.

In a split second, I was able to find a speck of similarity between him and Mas Kean. They are one lineage and their attitude is almost the same. It's just that if Mas Kean's shy side is thicker and he, his veins have been broken. Evidently if Mas Kean only dared to tease me who was Halal for him, but he. . I'm not sure, it looks from his style of speech he likes to brag to every woman.

" Greetings to Aunt Dina Ya Mas." I said in pleasantries.

" Uncle going home?" Ayman seems to be starting his drama this time.

Since the departure of Mas Kean, Ayman seemed to lose a piece of his identity. He is very spoiled and tries to be sweet to an adult man who can make him comfortable.

That also actually applies to Mas Andra, as evidenced at the last time they met, Ayman rampaged afterwards because when he woke up the figure in his car disappeared.

" Clean can come? " Ask with my made-up eyes. He knows how to conquer the hearts of adults.

" Pa, Pa's faith..." My rebuke to the papa who even smiled in a knot towards my son who began to spoil.

There was also a drama this afternoon, Ayman tantrum again and did not allow Mas Bayu to go home.

But, he had to go home because there was a lot of work. That's reason.

Actually I'm also very relieved if he comes home soon. I don't know why it feels so bad to be in a situation like this.