The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 55. The World's Stage Play
Chapter 55.The World's Stage Play
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"Maybe it's my fault you missed you until now with the others. I'm sorry!"
(Taken from the lyrics of Sheila on 7~ song Missed)
Dhira
This morning he was already in his ruko, as usual he had to arrange his wares. Shinta had also been seen behind the frying Risoles. " Well, how was last night?" Shinta asked without taking her eyes off the frying pan, as Dhira came to the kitchen to wash the furniture.
"Where's what?" Dhira.
"CK, don't be pretty but oon!"
"Yes last night!" Shinta snorted, for the sake of seeing Andhira's reaction.
Andhira chuckled, she forgot if her best friend was still the title holder of Miss kepo number one.
"Oma's happy, keep the party good. And crazy Shin, our stuff has to go in the X-ray first when it comes in. So keinget mas Rangga deh then" Dhira even giggled amused, because Rangga is an Aviation Security who usually checks passenger goods at the airport.
Shinta just frowned, because it was strange that Dhira laughed at something that was not funny. " CK, not that!!" Shinta snorted annoyedly.
" Significant!" shinta said raising her eyebrows, asking for an immediate answer from Dhira.
"Oh" Dhira oh long.
"The wife was back last night!" said Dhira flatly, focus on smearing dirty dishes with soap, rinsing them then smoothing on stainless shelves.
"What?" Shinta even directly turned off the stove, after lifting the ripe Risoles. He then approached Dhira who was wiping some plates and spoons.
"What, really, is you Dhir?, didn't you ever tell me that he was a widower?" Shinta is really a kepowers.
"Who said he was his wife of 10 years did not come home. Now get back to him!" Dhira said casually.
Shinta Look disappointed, "ah had Dhir, you are less gercep. But can you be separated again so long?"
"If in the village of Mbahku first, they must wake up married again for the sake of eliminating doubts if they still love each other. But some say their gapapa is the same again, it will be in the age of the prophet already exists. When husbands fight, they part with their wives!" Dhira.
"This is different, who left his wife!" Shinta still doesn't take it.
Dhira just sniffed her shoulders, "As long as her husband doesn't drop talaqs, they're still legitimate. But yes Wallahu nature!"
"I'm also less competent to answer!"
Shinta's face is getting tangled, for some reason his best friend was eager for Dhira to end his widow's status.
The status of widows is often seen one eye, not to mention the stigma that sometimes fails to taste arbitrarily with the words of women who tempt people's husbands.
"When I iyes really if you become the same handsome Mr. Dhir. If I see, he's your crush!"
"Also, he's been nolongin you many times, Raka!"
"Kok me so do not accept his wife as if back so, like what the hell is apparently a handsome master's wife?"
Dhira exhaled, if Shinta knew that if Abhimanyu had twice expressed interest in Dhira, Shinta would have cheered up. But the arrival of the legitimate wife, inevitably makes Dhira must know the limits. His brain was still sane, his heart was still functioning normally as well. You distinguish what is good, what is not good .
He knew what it was like to be betrayed, he knew what it was like to be hurt by Renata. Especially women, why would anyone do that.
Dhira also knows enough about who he is and who Abhimanyu is, he certainly prefers to keep all of this to himself. For him, maybe his life path must be as alone as it is today.
Or, perhaps the difficult path of his life was part of his past atonement. As a form of karma.
They were equally silent in the kitchen, only the clinking of the tap water dripping because Dhira was not too close to close the faucet. Just as busy as his mind drifting somewhere.
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The usually warm dining table has now become a little awkward, Mrs Regina asks Bik Surti to deliver food to the room.
Abhimanyu sat at the very end of the seat, on the right there was Gwen and Calista, on the left Abhimanyu sat Rania next to Jodhi.
"Ma I want that chicken!" Calista spoke to Gwen, Jodhi looked dislike. He doesn't even know them. While Abhimanyu also looks ordinary with flat determination, very different from 10 years ago.
"How are you Ran?" Gwen tries to greet her sister-in-law, though Rania is actually confused as to how to put herself between her sister and sister-in-law.
"I'm good brother!" that was all he could answer, the rest was awkward.
Gwen smiled, "What's your name?" he asked Jodhi.
"Jodhi!" the boy was fed up, for some reason he did not like the woman in open clothes in front of him.
"Sister, I want that wine!" Calista, who was about 3 years old from Jodhi, seemed pleased with the boy, because he had friends.
"Take it yourself!" Jodhi was lazy, she immediately darted away.
"Jodhi!, Jodhi!" call Rania but the boy ignored her.
Abhimanyu looked at Calista who was already crying because at the snapped Jodhi, he became unbearable with the girl. Although Gwen said that Calista was their son, she did not feel any vibrations when she met him.
"Sorry, Ma'am, I'll go after Jodhi first!" Rania hesitates to Gwen, however, talking rudely with others, let alone the family is not allowed.
Gwen just nodded, and soon she calmed Calista who was still crying. " Just like my mom?" talk Gwen to Calista.
Abhimanyu lost his appetite, not because Calista was crying. But in an instant, Jodhi's friendly attitude instantly changes when Gwen and Calista return home.
"I go first, you can ask Agus to take you if you want to go!" no big kisses, or kiss morning like it used to be. He breezed away leaving Gwen who was still taking care of Calista.
His heart aches, it seems that it is not easy the path he must go through. But he must be patient, considering he himself is the culprit of all this. He only wants his son to get a guaranteed life, because of his marital status with Senopati who is only a serial wife. Legally, it's clear that he won't get his share.
He suggested himself to stay in patient mode, he should be able to take the hearts of all the inhabitants of the house. However, he did not want to live Calista's future unguided, his shame had swallowed deeply. With the spirit of a thick face, he will crochet again, reassemble puzzle pieces that he thinks he can still arrange.
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