
"When you remember, why don't you use a stick?" dina asked looking suspiciously at Danial.
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Danial instantly froze in place.
Dina gazed towards the cast at Danial's feet.
"Don't tell me you..."
"I forgot because I was so panicked when I saw you vomiting so I forgot that my legs hurt" Danial said.
"really?" dina asked with a suspicious look.
"True Dina, even my legs now feel more pain than yesterday" Danial said while acting that his legs were in a lot of pain.
"Suspicious" said Dina and went back to eating her porridge.
"Oh baby, it's because I'm so worried about you that I forgot about my pain" Danial said.
Dina was silent in no response to Danial's words. He was busy eating his food.
3 Days later.
"Where are you going?" dina asked as she saw Danial sitting in the living room in neat clothes.
"I was waiting for Dani, today I have to go to the hospital" Danial replied.
"Ohh"
"Oh I guess you want to date" Dina replied indifferently.
"Why are you jealous?" ask Danial while chuckling.
"For what reason to be jealous, a man like you doesn't deserve my jealousy" Dina said.
"really?" ask Danial.
"Yes, you are. mmpptttt"
Dina could not continue her words, she immediately stepped towards the sink in the kitchen.
"Hueekkk"
"Brighthhh..." Danial sighed when he saw Dina vomit again, he was very worried about Dina's state.
Danial grabbed his wand and approached Dina.
"Are you okay?" asked Danial while gently rubbing Dina's back.
Dina washed her lips with tap water. Then he stared intently at Danial.
"Sadly I think you should stop sneering at me or get angry at me" Danial said as he looked at Dina.
"Why?!" ketus Dina's.
"Because I notice every time you sneer or get angry at me you must be nauseous, right?"
"You are not wrong" said Dina, throwing her face.
"It's up to you, it's not me throwing up" Danial said, raising his shoulder.
Tok
Someone knocked on the door of Dina's house that was wide open.
"And you're here" Danial said as he watched Dani stand at the entrance.
Danial walked over to Dani with his wand.
"Is he not tired of acting" Dani said in his heart.
"We're leaving now?" dani asked when she saw that Danial was in front of her.
"Yes"
"Assistant Dani, you should take your master away and do not come back again" said Dina who followed behind Danial after installing his veil.
"I've had you..."
"Eit eit eit, don't be angry otherwise you'll be nauseous all day. There's something I have to do today so I won't be able to take care of you" Danial said, stopping Dina from returning to nag.
Dina poked her lips behind her veil.
Dani stared in confusion at the two of them.
"He would be nauseous if he kept scolding me, my baby was on my side" Danial whispered at the end of his sentence.
Dani chuckles softly as well as Danial. But not with Dina, she seemed annoyed.
"Bik, take my wife" said Danial when he saw Bik Dila who stepped into the kitchen.
"You want to go?" ask Bik Dila who stepped over to them.
"Yes there is interest, titip Dina ya bik"
"Ready den, no need to worry" said Bik Dila.
Dina rolled her lazy eyeballs and then went straight from there and rode upstairs to her room.
"Hahhh.." again Danial sighed.
"I go first bik" said Danial.
"Yes, be careful on the road" said Bik Dila.
Danial stepped with Dani towards the car that was parked in front of the fence of Dina's house.
"Depart And" said Danial, who was sitting in the car.
"Yes" Dani replied from behind the wheel.
The car drove away from there.
"Where were we going?" ask Dani.
"KUA" Danial replied as he removed all the casts on his hands and feet, leaving only the bandages on his injured elbow.
"Already" replied Dani.
"Is grandma suspicious?" ask Danial.
"Let's see, I can't guess what your grandmother thinks. Grandma just asked me why I was here while you were still out of town"
"What did you answer then?" ask Danial.
"I'm just saying there's an important file I need so I go home, that's all"
"Oh"
Soon they arrived at KUA. Danial got out of the car and stepped in with Dani with the files in his hand.
An hour later.
The two handsome men came out of the KUA office.
"So how? do you want a re-marital agreement or directly handed over to the Religious Court?" ask Dani while stepping into the parking lot.
"Come" Danial replied.
"Let's see, you're looking for information at the religious court and I'm going to Dina's parents' house" Danial said.
"What's going there for?" ask Dani.
"Didn't the officer inside say there should be a marriage license from the parents"
"Oh yes it is"
"I'll ask them first, I'll tell you later" Danial said.
"All right"
"I'll go first" Danial said.
"What are you going to ride?" ask Dani.
"Taxi"
"Bring me in the car" Dani said, throwing his car keys at Danial.
"How are you?" ask Danial.
"I'll just call a taxi, your wife's parents' house is far away. You better bring your own car to make it more comfortable"
"All right, thanks"
"Emmm"
Next day.
At 7am.
Currently Dina was preparing to go to work, it had been a few days that she had not gone to work due to limp.
In another room.
Danial who just finished bathing in Dina's help, is currently checking her work on her laptop that she brought to Dina's house.
Drrttt drrttt
"Hello?"
"Daniel!"
"What's wrong?" danial asked while keeping his phone away from his ear as the person behind there shouted.
"There's bad news!"
"What bad news?" ask Danial.
"Officers at the Religious Court called me" Dani said.
"Then?" ask Danial.
"Your wife secretly filed for divorce in court" Dani said.
"What?!" danial shouted, and this time it was Dani who kept his phone away from his ear.
Danial was silent for a while to minimize his surprise.
"Cancel Dina's application" Danial said.
"Good"
Tutt
The call ended, Danial picked up her wand then stepped furiously towards Dina's room.
Danial banged on the door of the room that his wife occupied.
Tok tok tok tok
"Dina open the door!" shout Danial.
Tok tok tok tok
"Dina!"
"Dina open the door!"
Chequelek
Door opens.
"What the hell is it...?" dina asked while looking at Danial.
Danial barged into Dina's room with a stick in his left hand.
"What's this?" dina asked as she saw Danial barge into her room with an angry look.
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