Planted Like a Queen Dropped Like Dust

Part *4

Dion immediately left the dining table. Leaving Anggun who was still holding back the anger that seemed to be deeply distrustful of what had just happened.

After Dion disappeared from sight. Gracefully fell down, sitting on the chair where she had sat before. Tears that he had been weeping since, now he could not stand anymore. Those tears had already spilled over her smooth white cheeks.

'Why? Why does he still want to keep me, my God? Maintaining an already broken marriage like broken glass is strewn everywhere.'

'Hu hu hu .. I'm already very not strong with all this. Everything he did to me. She only tied me up with the status of a wife in general. But inwardly, I no longer have him as a husband. Is that fair to me? Help me, Lord .. I really can't do this anymore.'

Grace continued to cry in a way that hid her face under her arms. Bi Ina who had heard all the talk of the two employers, was not strong enough to remain a corner audience.

The middle-aged woman immediately approached Anggun. With a look of pity, bi Ina immediately stroked Anggun's back gently.

"Hold on, non Graceful. For if the non-Angoer surrenders, then there are those who will be happy and laugh with defeat that the non-Angel accepts by succumbing."

"What do you mean, auntie? I really don't understand, bi." Gracefully spoke while holding back her sobs.

"Non, remember what your real mama Dion wanted. They want non and Mr. Dion to split up. If they don't give up, they will be the winners. They won with no fight at all. Does non Anggun want to give up what non has just like that?"

Graceful immediately woke up to see bi Ina. He looked at the old face that seemed to have begun to wrinkle because it was consumed by that age with a gaze that really still held a sense of disbelief.

"I'm not really strong anymore, bik. I can't fight alone. Because by myself, I'm sure I'll never win against them."

"Who said he himself would never win, non? It doesn't mean you have to give up on yourself, does it? Not just need to fight. By fighting, the non will know what kind of strength the non has, and what kind of strength the non opponent has."

The words Ina spoke just now were like a light in the middle of darkness. Like a hand that was sticking out when Anggun almost drowned because it had no grip.

Gracefully tried to convince herself that she had to fight again. Surviving with patience, as well as loyalty that would probably drain all the affection that still remained for Dion the husband.

'Yes, bi Ina was right with everything she said. I had to fight again because I didn't want to be the one who was proposed to like a queen, and dropped like dust. I don't want that to happen to me. I have to be a winner. Got to!'

Meanwhile on the other side. A woman was walking quickly into a magnificent house with a sour face. The woman looks quite beautiful with a face that is smeared with make-up and luxurious clothes that look quite elegant.

"Aante! Aunt Sara! Auntie!"

"Where the hell is aunt Sara?"

"Mrs in the park, miss."

"Uh, speaking of cake from earlier. I don't need to call a aunt out loud" said the woman in a sharp tone.

At the park, the woman screamed back. "Tante Sara."

The cry with a spoiled voice instantly made the middle-aged woman who was sitting on the garden chair turn her head instantly. The middle-aged woman immediately stopped her activities that were tinkering with her device.

"Sissles. What the hell are you?"

"Sir Dion, aunt." The woman named Sisil immediately poured into the middle-aged embrace called Sara. The other one is Dion's birth mother.

"Dion's? Why else with the kid? What's the problem again, try? Did he snatch you again, Sil?"

"No, aunt. That's not the problem."

"Then? What's the problem again, hm?"

"Sir Dion's not in the office, aunt. I asked all his employees, no one knows where he was going. The employee said he hadn't been in since this morning. Where's the phone I can't call again."

"What! Dion didn't come into the office today? He left this morning."

"Tante .. I know he's gone. I called here before I met my aunt. Aunt ... lest she go to the woman's house?"

"Basic brash! How dare he leave without asking my permission first. The boy's already acting up now."

"Auntie .... "

"You take it easy, Sil. Aunty's gonna find out if she goes there or not. If yes, then the aunt will scold him later. You don't have to worry."

"I don't want to worry, aunt. But ... If he did come to the woman's house without telling the aunt, that means, Brother Dion does not consider aunt anymore, right? If so, how am I supposed to get into Dion's life and be his wife, auntie?"

"You just calm down. Time auntie so that aunt can make you as Dion's wife. Aunty would never agree to a marriage between her and that woman. To my aunt, I have no wife at all. Only you ... only you will be recognized by our family as a son-in-law later."

"But aunt, I've given auntie six months to separate brother Dion with the woman. But what did I get? Dion's sister still stays with that poor woman right? Even now, she had already dared to fight aunty as her real mama. Never mind later, she'll also go back to her foster mom, aunt."

"No will! I'm not gonna let that happen. He's my real son. I won't let her foster mom take her back from me. I am entitled to him. It's just me. Because I'm Dion's real mama."

Sisil smiled sweetly. She was happy because she had managed to burn the jealousy in Sara's heart. The selfish woman had managed to control her at will with just a few words.

Sisil believes that his mission to marry Dion will definitely not be difficult. Because Sara, as Dion's parents, has been on his side for a long time.