The Love of the Duda

TCSD 145: Get ready

"Here you go, honey, stop all that planning. Let the Lord God be happy with his life!"

The king of the day began to wake up from his sleep, replacing the position of the goddess who had been tired of keeping watch all night. A natural cycle in which the two synergize to provide a glimmer of illumination at two alternating times.

In a small house in the corner of the city, two humans were found in a chat that sounded so serious in one of the rooms in the house. A man and woman who are none other than Damar and Dita.

Dita, almost three months after he tried to run away from the police, he chose to hide in the Damar residence. A man who is still so expecting her back and who she believes she can still count on to help carry out her mission. Mission to get her ex-husband back.

"You think I'm gonna let God's dads happily live with his new wife? No, I will never!"

While staring at the atmosphere outside the house behind the window, Dita rejected a suggestion expressed by Damar. The woman is still not willing to see the ex happy with his new life companion.

"But Lord God deserves to be happy with his new wife dear. He deserved to be happy, considering the wounds that had been inflicted on his heart so deeply." Damar paused for a moment and sighed deeply while lowering his face. "And we are the ones who cut that wound."

A slightly rough breath sounded out from Dita's sense of smell. Still with a fixed gaze toward the outside of the house, his eyes still look a little laughable, as if trying to remember something that had happened.

"Yes, I was wrong. If only at that time I had not been tempted to satisfy all my desires, I would have been living happily with God. I am indeed sorry, therefore to quench all that regret, I desperately try to get God's mas back."

"Not in that way, dear. The regret you feel is enough you redeemed by letting the Lord God live happily with his little family."

Not tired of Damar trying to give an understanding to the woman who is still enthroned in his heart. Although Dita repeatedly showed a bad temper in front of him, but the man never stopped to be able to re-enact the woman. Damar realized that what he had done to God was a grave and fatal mistake, and only by trying to persuade Dita not to interfere with the life of God, he is sure to be the redeemer of all his guilt.

However, Dita is still Dita. A woman who has an obsession and ambition that is very big with what she wants. No matter how strong Damar tried to stop his bad intentions, the woman remained ignorant and only considered Damar's words as the last wind.

Dita smiled cynically. "Let that woman take my place? It'll never happen! God is only mine, and there is not a single person I will let seize what should be mine!"

Dita turned body. Slowly he stepped his foot and immediately grabbed the black leather jacket he had prepared on the chair. He put on the jacket and rushed to the terrace area of the house.

Damar was flabbergasted, having exhausted all the means he had done to stop this woman's ill will. "What are you going to do, baby?"

"If I can't have God's mas, then no one will ever be able to have God's mas. The choice is only two. I'm the one who died, or that woman who got away from the god's life!"

Dita's words successfully made Damara gasp. The man felt that Dita would do something bad. "Darling I beg you, undo that intention. All your bad intentions will only hurt you!"

Dita screeched, not even a little to understand the words of Damar. "I don't care, Mom. I would feel even more lost, if I just kept quiet and did nothing."

"I can't let this happen. I had to follow where Dita went to stop the woman's bad intentions."

Damar gets ready. He took out one more motorbike that was still in the garage and came rushing after Dita so as not to lose track. "Lord, hopefully this way, I can make amends for all my mistakes."

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"It's amazing, honey. I didn't expect that this cake shop of yours would get such a good response from customers, until it was always crowded like this!"

The eyes of the Gods stared in amazement as they watched the atmosphere of the wife's cake shop. The man did not expect that at seven in the morning like this, the atmosphere of the wife's cake shop was crowded with buyers who arrived and filled this outlet.

Mara just smiled knot. She drew near to the God and wrestled in her husband's arms. "All this I would never have had if there was no support from you. Thank you so much for being an extension of my hand to realize what my mother's dream is and of course my dream."

The god chuckled softly while peeping his beloved wife's forehead. "I'm just doing what I can do, baby. While your cake shop is crowded by visitors like this, it's your hard work."

"Not only my hard work, but also the hard work of all the employees involved here. Without them, this cake shop would never be like this."

The gods are increasingly amazed by what Mara says. One trait that is owned by the wife who always makes her fall in love every day. This woman can always appreciate what has been done by the people around her. The cake shop that is always crowded visited by lovers of processed cakes does not necessarily make the woman jumawa. He always said that the success he got was the hard work of all the teams he had.

"Are you not planning to create a new branch, dear?"

Mara's face looks bright. Her husband's words seemed to be a fresh wind for her to spread her wings. "Did you allow me to open the Mas branch?"

The god chuckled while pinching the wife's cheek in a fit of anxiety. "What kind of question is that, honey? As long as it can make the name of your cake shop even bigger, I will definitely allow it. While you fix the working system at your cake shop, who knows many investors who are interested in joining the Demara Cake & Bakery brand."

"Thank you very much, thank you!"

The couple dissolved in a conversation that felt so warm. A chat to find a gap so that this cake shop can get bigger and grow. It starts with a simple little dream and they believe that one day it can be big. So late in the conversation, that they did not realize that there was someone secretly stalking their movements.

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