
In the end, that night Dimas also ate with Amara. Amara is his wife. The girl had spent some time off just to cook her favorite food. If so, he would feel very sinful if it made his wife disappointed.
Yes, Dimas did catch a disappointed expression from Amara's face. He then revealed a request to avoid the same incident.
"Other times, if you want to cook ask me first, yes. Have eaten what yet. Would pity if you are tired of cooking uh it turns out guenya has eaten. Good thing tonight my stomach still fit even now rada-rada bragah."
Amara simply chimed in Dimas' last words with a sneer. However, after that he smiled sincerely to appreciate Dimas' good intentions.
"Yes, Mas. Next time I'll ask you."
"Actually I just do not want to ngerepotin lo doang, kali Mar. Our marriage status is only on the marriage certificate. But for love we have no attachment. So, it would be nice for us to respect each other as friends, but never involve the heart and feelings."
Glug. Amara swallowed with great difficulty. Suddenly he remembered his father-in-law's plea, and Dimas' words had just succeeded in putting him in a dilemma.
"Yes, Mas. I-i know. Believe me, I cooked it because I wanted to." Amara spoke in a firm tone. "Although we do not love each other, but since Ijab kabul happened, directly the wedding worship has begun. So please, don't stop me from doing my duty as a good wife for at least six months. I don't care if you appreciate my efforts or don't. You know what I mean, don't you?" she concluded, asking for understanding, then rushed from there without waiting for her husband's answer.
While Dimas who did not expect Amara's reaction was only stunned to see the departure of his wife. However, a moment later, then he spoke softly when the figure of Amara disappeared from view.
"Yes, Mar. I understand."
***
"Well, I'm leaving first, yeah." Dimas waved his hand after lowering the wife.
"Be careful, Mas" said Amara with a sweet smile as she held the sash of the bag she was wearing on her right shoulder.
"Surely." Dimas nodded. The man in black glasses then drove his car away from Amara.
Amara was still glued in place while staring at the back of the car that was moving away. He sighed deeply, then reached into his phone in the bag after making sure Dimas had disappeared from view.
Since the mother gave an ultimatum to Dimas to take Amara with him in addition to going to work, since then Dimas always tried to invite Amara when traveling outside work hours, especially when working, or at least try to take him wherever his wife is traveling.
Like this Sunday morning, Dimas dropped Amara off in front of a large mall before he went to see Naura. It was at Amara's own request. Because the girl assured me that Juan would pick her up there.
It was just the girl's alibi. Because, until this moment he had never had a meeting with his best friend even though it was just giving recognition for his instant marriage with Dimas. Of course this happened without the knowledge of Dimas, because the man always thought that Amara always spent free time with his loved ones.
"With Madame Amara?"
"Yes, right."
Amara asserted when the online taxi driver who booked a few moments ago arrived and greeted. He got up and sat in the passenger seat.
"Ke Kasih Bunda orphanage, yes sir," he told the driver.
"Okay, Madam." The middle-aged man replied.
The happy smile of the orphans was powerful to be a penitentiary for Amara's longing for the late parents.
As usual, he will bring gifts for the children in the form of food, stationery, clothing, or other things needed.
The little ones greeted him with joy, and released his return with prayer. There was nothing else that made Amara happy than to see their laughter.
Dimas always sent large sums of money into his account as a form of living was born, and that was how Amara made the most of his income.
While holding a barbeque event with the children in the garden of the orphanage, Amara, who was grilling sausages, felt her phone ring. He rushes to her from the bag to see who contacted him.
"Juan?" when I saw the name on the screen of his phone.
For a moment, Amara could only stare at the screen of the device. For some reason, his chest suddenly felt tight. His eyes began to glaze over. Honestly, he missed Juan a lot. Although his love never faded, but he realized now the situation has been different. It is no longer the Amara that used to be. The status is now the wife of people, even though marriage occurs without the basis of love.
Not ready to talk anything with Juan, he chose to ignore the call. Just hurry he put the phone that was still ringing in the bag and acted as if nothing had happened.
"Well, brother, why hasn't the phone been picked up?" ask a girl who had been watching Amara.
Amara smiled in response to the girl, then bent down to align their height.
"Just call from an unknown number, honey. It doesn't matter, really," he explained kindly even if it was just a little boy.
"Owh, is that it?"
"Yes. Now cook again, yuk? Nadia can help you, can't she?"
"certain."
"Please take care of this sausage for a moment, yes. Brother wants to go inside to get the plates."
"Okay."
The girl nodded and smiled, then acted obediently and looked after the sausage with great joy.
As Amara moved from there, he suddenly felt someone blocking his wrist from behind. At first he did not feel suspicious when he felt someone was following him behind because he thought that it was children who wanted to come inside.
However, when he looked back, then he was surprised when he realized that holding his hand was someone beyond belief.
"Juan?" Amara. And the smile on his face instantly sank.
"Mara! Why are you giniin me? Why do you avoid? My phone was never answered. My message is also just a short reply. You always go to meet. It's my fault what's Amara, what's my fault!"
Amara only fell silent as Juan strapped her to questions. His body froze even though Juan shook his shoulders as if resuscitating. And he could only cry as the man carried her into his arms.