The Secret Marriage of the Lecturer
Sapphires
Chapter 50.
Raka still with his decision to still apply for Safira at graduation later. Soon the court decision. If a hearing is not attended by the side, the sooner the verdict will be.
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Meanwhile, Virza is still here and there with his lawyer to take care of Broto's problems that are now spreading everywhere. Even the death of the mother was involved in the case.
While on campus now Safira became the girl who was feared to be the subject of conversation. His sadistic attitude made others think again when they wanted to sneer at him.
May is also a girl who always avoids meeting her. It was different when he approached Virza.
"Saf, you're really changing" whispered Sasha.
"No, I just want to straighten out the truth" Safira said.
"Lo's so cool, saf."
"What's so cool? I'd be uncomfortable if it was their scorn."
"Why haven't you been fighting gini?" sasha asked as she headed to the canteen. There are no more lessons at this time.
"Everyone has their own portion. As long as it does not cross the line I will not act or even respond to it. But if it has crossed the line, yes.the story is different," replied Safira.
"But if you're going to be a widow how does it work?" sasha suddenly asked when she was interested in her best friend's status.
"Gue sure God must have prepared sustenance for ourselves. There is no need to be afraid," Safira replied calmly. His best friend who has changed 100% even like not Safira who he knows again. His attitude had truly become indifferent. Maybe because he was often hurt especially because of the scorn of the residents of the campus forum who mentioned his name every time. So that it forms the steel mentality of Safira.
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While Raka who was in his house felt if it was much better at this time. To control his wound he called a doctor to come to his house. It is different if the child of a rich person. There is no need to leave the doctor's house and the others will come alone to his house.
Raka who picked up the box in a small closet near the living room suddenly fell just like that. His hand that was still wrapped in a thin bandage made him unable to hold the box well, even though it was just a small box
"What's that?" asked Raka's father when he heard something fall not far from him.
"It's okay, dad. Goods Raka," said Raka.
Raka bends here and there looking for something missing after the item. "Who's that?" ask papa Raka. But when he heard his father's voice and saw the man holding the ring in his hand made Raka immediately jump and take the ring.
"Punya Raka." answered Raka Lirih while taking the ring.
"You want to propose to someone?" look at the man leaning on the sofa.
"Yes, pa. But...." Brother paused his intention to continue his sentence.
"But why?" ask the man.
"There's something Raka wants to say," Raka replied hesitantly. Raka wanted to say everything about Safira's current status.
"Do you know the girl who lives in our house?" asked Raka and greeted nods by her papa.
"That girl Raka will lamar." There hasn't been any expression from Raka's parents. "But at the moment she is still the wife of Virza" she added. This time the faces of Raka's parents became jolted in confusion. How they are not confused to hear his son who likes someone else's wife and wants to propose to him.
"Can't you find another woman? already have a husband." asked the woman who sat in front of Raka who was none other than her mother. Naturally, if the mother objected when she would make a decision to propose to someone else's wife. Applying for single girls should be seen seeds and weights.This is still the wife of people.
"I'll explain it first" said Raka.
Raka begins to explain that Sapphira is about to divorce Virza. Their marriage was not based on love and love. So Raka ventured to propose to Safira and marry her after the court decision. Although they seemed to nod understandingly, but their faces could not fully accept the decision of his son. Raka understands it does take time for her parents. So for now Raka does not want to argue long over his decision.
