My story is not as beautiful as my dreams

Chapter 16

Dea flinched from her daydream, herself like a dazed person who arrived daydreaming.

"You're why De, even daydreaming" said Rina curious.

"Sir papa kok Rin, I only remember my family, my father just finished the operation, but Alhamdulillah operation smoothly" said Dea sad.

"Patience well De, may your father quickly recover" said Rina hugged Dea as if giving strength to his best friend.

"Thank you Rin. yes I have gone home first well, this afternoon is afraid that my master will come home" Dea said.

"Where are they? isn't this the weekend?" ask Rina curiously.

"They went to Bandung to visit his parents, Marghareta's mother" Dea said

"Oh," Rina is just oh-ri.

"Yes, the heart does not daydream" said Rina worried.

"Yes,"

They finally separated, Dea went home to her employer and her husband, while Rina approached the 5-year-old foster child.

Dea walked down the street of the complex, towards the house of Aditya, his heart was sullen, his mind floated thinking of someone who was now meeting his first wife.

"Ahh why do I always think of Adit yah, throw away your perverted brain is Dea," muttered Dea in his heart, he shook his head to dismiss all the negative things lodged in his head.

Dea went into his room and went to the bathroom in his room, filled the bathtub with water, and mixed the essential aroma of his favorite rose. Not to forget he also sprinkled rose petals that he picked up this morning, the aroma is very soothing to neutralize the flow of blood in the body of Dea.

Dea sipped a slow sip of the scent, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the rose scent she used to calm her mind.

"Don't until I fall in love with Adit's sister, do I really deserve to call her brother? how does his impression of a rich sister brother anyway? Ihhh basic Dea stupid really." rusuknya by hitting his head.

"You call Mr. Adit already rich father ama son, but really, I am only eighteen years old, while he is thirty-five years old. It's better to call my rich mother Margaret anyway, but how I already called her sister. Ahhhh, I'm so frustrated, how is this?" Dea continues to curse her, maybe she already has a heart for her employer who is now her husband, even though her marriage is only a serial marriage but legal in religion. It's okay, Dea doesn't mind it, she enjoys living it as long as her father can be healthy again.

Now Dea had finished doing the ritual bath, an hour long he soaked in the bathtub, if only he did not hear the adzan magrib, maybe he would still remain in the bathroom there.

Dea immediately moved, and changed her clothes and then went back to the bathroom to ablaze.

Carrying out religious orders Dea never left, he was a child who persevered with worship, his parents taught him to never leave prayer.

Dea carried out his duties as a Muslim, after which he prayed to sng power so that he was given the best in his life.

"Yes ALLAH forgive me my sin, may the decision I take be the best, give health to my parents, and protect my husband wherever he is. Amen"

The Do'a Dea he described to the creator.

Seriate....