The Love of the Duda

TCSD 109: Obsession and Ambition

"Dam... Damnit....Shit....."

From inside the toilet, there were harsh swearings uttered by Dita. The woman sat her body on the closet, scrambling her hair rough. Hair order that previously looked so perfect, has now started to be disheveled like being hit by a whirlwind. The face that was previously decorated with makeup polish that was so shaky bland, has now turned into like a comedian with perfunctory makeup. How not carelessly if the mascara and eyeliner that he wears has faded to make his eye bags blackened like actress Suzanna when playing a figure of sundel bolong in horror films of ancient times. Even the compact powder that he used to polish his face at this time had also faded and smudged like the remnants of cake batter that was exposed to water.

Regrets that hit the chest, as if increasingly mixed into one with shame when he fell from the top of the guarantee. Even the shame felt much more domineering and managed to reduce the pain in his legs due to sprains.

"It seems that I can't take for granted the new wife of the Gods at this time. That woman's age still looks so young, yet seems to have an incredible guts to fight me."

Being frustrated as Mara's words filled her brain again. Unknowingly, the woman lowered her head to look at her chest. Slowly, he held onto his twin hills.

"Is it true that my pay* has loosened and not tight anymore?" Still groping her twin hills, the woman tries to find the truth of what Mara has thrown her way. However, the more intensely he groped hers, the more Mara's words felt the more true.

"Hahaahhhh... It turns out to be true. The breasts belonging to God's wife today look much more beautiful. It looks big and strong!"

Dita wastes a rough breath. The more she remembers the shape of Mara's chest hidden behind the wedding dress she wears, the more it drags her into the abyss of feeling inferior. However, a smile suddenly rose on Dita's lips.

"Ckkccckk... What is the point of having a perfect chest shape if only taken by the Lord? Isn't God still impot*en? That means that the woman's body is completely untouched by the God's mas isn't it?"

Dita slightly hardened her laughter. "At least, I won from that woman, because I once felt like making love to God's mas even if only once. And that's what I'm going to use as a weapon. I will enter their lives, to be able to restore the functions of the Gods. I believe that God must have missed my body a lot too."

The more Dita dissolved in his mind, the more it made the woman like someone who was affected by mental disorders only. He is increasingly afflicted by a high level of imagination and tends to fall into such an extraordinary thirst. The logic seems not to work, until it closes its sanity to admit if the ex-husband has been acutely purified of his new wife.

"I swear, it won't stop until you're mine again. It's in vain that I abort my womb if in the end I can't return to your side." Smiles increasingly appear on the lips of the woman. "Mrs Rangga Danabrata Dewandaru just deserve to be pinned in my name!"

Czech....

Feeling that he had been in the toilet for a long time, Dita chose to get out of the room. He swung his feet to visit a small garden located at the back of the hotel.

"Yes!"

Dita's footsteps came to a halt as baritone tetiba's beacon was heard calling her name. The woman turned around and saw a man approaching her. "Krishna?"

Krishna smiled thinly. "I warn you, never disturb the household of God and Mara!"

Dita is grieving, like trivializing what was said by her ex-husband's assistant. "What right do you forbid me to disturb the household of the Lord with his wife?"

Krisna was increasingly surprised to see Dita who was increasingly seen to set the war drums. "Have you forgotten what you have done to God? When you dump and destroy God's life by playing with Damar? And after that destruction you managed to create in the life of the Gods, you dream of returning to the side of the Gods? What a shameless thing, you Ta!"

Dita's getting chuckling. To him, Krishna's speech was just a passing wind. "I just want to go back to the side of God because I want to fix all my mistakes. I will atone for all the sins I ever committed, by returning to be God's wife."

"Haha haahaaha..." Krisna increasingly laughed at Dita's babbling which he felt increasingly sounding tickling the ears. But for a moment, he stopped the laughter and looked back into Dita's eyes. Actually, the man tried desperately to hold back the laughter in his heart to see the face of Dita who had been overwhelmed with makeup that faded. But leave it like that. Let the woman again feel shame when seen by many people.

"You don't have to bother to repair all the destruction you've created in the life of a God. The Deity's heart was destroyed and will never be able to return to its original state. But now the rubble has turned into a new piece of heart, certainly since Mara's presence in her life."

Dita gasps. There was a sense of disbelief in what he heard coming out of Krishna's mouth. But if you see how the twinkle of happiness seems to be emanating clearly on the face of the ex-husband, Krishna's speech can be justified.

Dita shook her head. "No, I can't believe it's all Chris! You witness how God loves me. And how God treats me. It's impossible if it's that easy as God forgets everything. That's not possible."

"Yes, I did witness how God used to love you. However, you forgot one thing that I also witnessed how the Lord's life was destroyed when he saw his beloved wife playing with security in her own house. Even he was playing that disgusting scene in the same bed that was occupied by the Gods."

Krishna's words sound simple but successful to hit a piece of live meat in Dita's body that has been filled with obsession and ambition so great. If in logic, what he had done was indeed outrageous and would not have been possible to make him return to the side of the Gods. But his obsession and ambition that makes the spirit of Dita never extinguished to be able to return to be the wife of God.

Tita reviewed a little smile. Trying to hide the sudden insecurities that hit his chest when he remembered the beautiful face of his ex-husband's wife. "Don't call me Dita if you can't get back what should be mine. I will definitely be able to return to the side of God. Hold on to my words it's Kris!"

Not wanting to argue too long with Krishna, Dita chose to leave the man. He walked still with fixed eyes on Krishna's face without noticing the situation in front of him. And....

Byuuurr.... Aaaawww.hh....

Dita's body was splashed with the rest of the soup vegetable soup brought by one of the wedding organizers who brought the leftovers from the ballroom where the wedding reception of Dewa and Mara was held. Accompanied by a loud screech that attracts the attention of people passing by in the kitchen of this hotel.

"What the fuck? Didn't you have eyes until you hit me like this, huh?"

Dita shouted out loud in front of a girl who was about twenty years old. He bestows the blame on the girl carrying the rest of the vegetable soup because of the carelessness that makes his body soaked by vegetable soup like this.

"Dear talk to you nicely Madam. It was the madam herself who walked unfocusedly watching the surroundings."

Dita grew furious at hearing this girl before her out loud against her. Dita raised her arm in midair intending to slap the cheek of this girl. "You....!!!"

When Dita's hand swung and almost hit the cheek of the vegetable soup carrier girl, the girl's thump gripped Dita's wrist.

"Take care of your attitude, Madam. Here you are the one at fault for walking without regard to the road that is in front of you!"

Dita brushed his hand. It turns out that the hand grip of this soup vegetable carrier girl is so strong and successful in making a trace of redness on her wrist.

"Awas. I'll report you to the hotel manager, so you can get fired from here!" said Dita with a tone full of threat.

The girl just smiled thinly. "I'm not afraid, Madam. Because I'm in the right position!"

Dita is getting annoyed. Hurriedly he stretched his legs towards the parking lot. Her mood's completely ruined tonight. And only by going home will be able to restore his mood.

Krisna who saw the vegetable soup drama that just finished this can only be amazed. He was amazed at what the young girl was doing. He is not at all afraid to face Dita who has been dominated by the emotions of the soul.

The girl again took her footsteps. As she passed in front of Krishna, the girl stopped her steps. "If there is a family problem, please discuss it carefully at home. Look at your wife, she's like a crazy woman who's lost control!"

A pair of Krishna's eyes were round and perfectly wide. "Hey, that's not my wife!"

Krisna shouted out loud while staring at the back of the vegetable soup carrier girl who was disappearing from her eyes.

"Interesting!"

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