The Fake Couple

Ii'm sorry.

Kinanti rubbed her eyes and was surprised to see Dion next to her.

"Eh, Om Dion?" he nodded while thinking hard. Looks like he was in Herlin's car?

"Om picked you up before Herlin could take you away. I told you, don't be off guard. You should've called Om if you hadn't come home in a cab."

Although Dion said it quietly, but Kinanti could catch the anger in her tone.

"Eh, i. I'm sorry, Om."

"Don't forget that your boss is a crocodile, Kinanti. Om knows how Herlin has always been. He can do anything to get what he wants and he's after you. Stay alert,"

Kinanti nodded her head hearing his Om suddenly as chatty as Aunt Asri.

"Sleep again if you're still sleepy. Wake up when you get home."

But, Kinanti could not sleep anymore. He held his lips with a racing heart. He had a dream about kissing her. And that kiss felt so real.

"Winning. A winanti? Please open the gate" Dion said.

Kinanti flinched from her daydream. Unaware they reached home. Kinanti hurriedly removed the seat belt and got out of the car. Open the gate wide, then close it again after Dion's car enters the garage.

"Thank you, Om. I'm going in first, right?"

"Yes." Yeah." Dion answered briefly while turning off the car engine. But don't get out of there.

Dion sighed while rejuvenating his hair. '

'Forgive me, Ara. I was like seeing you in the figure of a sleeping Kinanti. He was so much like you. Really, I didn't mean to harass your daughter' Her inner being was stung with guilt and shame.

Dion's memory goes back several years, when he clasped Ara's dying weak hand on a hospital bed.

"I'm picking Kinanti. Please take care of her and take care of her like your own child, "that's Ara's will at the end of her life.

"Of course, Ara. Be calm. Without you asking, I will take good care of him. You don't have to worry about that" promised Dion.

Ara smiled before exhaling her last breath, accompanied by an explosion of Kinanti's cries by her side. Dion also wanted to scream, crying out loud. But he kept the feeling of Asri who also cried and was silent a thousand languages saw his biological brother had gone before his eyes. An older brother who secretly jealous of her for ever being her husband's first love.

Perhaps, if Dion had not gone to Borneo at that time, Dion would have been Ara's husband.

Dion becomes a miner to raise money to apply for Ara. But on her return to Jakarta, Ara was already the wife of people. Asri was present to comfort him, fill the emptiness of Dion's heart after being left married by his brother. Love comes because it is used to it. Dion married Asri.

Ara said three days before her death, when they were alone in the hospital room.

"sorry. I didn't mean to betray you, Dion. I thought you didn't care about me anymore. I've never received all the replies to letters you sent from Kalimantan. I accepted my husband because he reminded me of you. He's good like you."

Dion cried and clasped Ara's hand tightly.

Without them knowing, Asri heard everything. Secretly Asri also cried, between angry and feeling guilty. He's the one who sabotaged all of Dion's love letters to Ara.

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"What do you mean Dion brought Kinanti home?" Asri was confused to accept the protest from Herlin. Because she was sure that her husband had gone out of town.

"Return my money, Asri. Or I'll tell Dion that it was you who told me to have fun with Kinanti tonight."

Asri was shocked and wanted to be angry at the situation and conditions that pinned him now. Even though he had poured a hundred million from Herlin to increase his capital as a loan shark.

"Calm down, Herlin. We can talk about this all right. After all your money is safe not going anywhere, let your money have children first," said Asri while forcing himself to laugh lightly, even though his brain was thinking hard.

"I thought, it's not a good idea to trap Kinanti with you tonight. He could have reported you to Dion and you know for yourself how Dion would have darkened his eyes. Because he loved Kinanti as much as his own son."

"While you want to sell a girl who's like your husband's favorite? Wow, you really are a wonderful wife, Asri," Herlin said, speaking loudly.

"Be quiet, Herlin. I'll call you tomorrow. Let me think about tonight. I guarantee you, sooner or later Kinanti will bend her knees to you," Asri said with half a whisper when he heard the roar of her husband's car entering the garage of the house.

After hanging up the phone, Asri came out of the room and saw Kinanti who was walking unsteadily towards the room.

"Where's your Om?" rebuke pleasantries.

"Still in the car, Tan."

Asri nodded while holding her arms and looked at Kinanti.

"How was the show?"

"It's exhausting, Tan."

"Eh, is this Kinan?" Asri narrowed her eyes and pointed at Kinanti's reddish neck. It looks clear and striking over the bright white skin of Kinanti.

Kinanti stiffened her neck.

"What's up, Tan?"

"Eh, it's okay. Come in, you must be tired. Rest," said Asri did not want to discuss what he had just seen.

Asri nodded faintly to Kinanti who was quiet to her before entering the room. Then smiling inwardly, he was sure that what he saw was a kissmark.

'Herlin had tasted it, ' he thought.

Without Asri knowing if the kissmark on Kinanti's neck was the result of her own husband's actions.