The Wounds of the Past

Chapter 10 Pov Dira (rejection and rejection)

POV Dhea

My tears melted, soaking my cheeks. Remembering all that has happened between Isa and me. I believe that God will always give his best.

Sometimes it is just impossible to predict. The old wounds again gaped, incurring pain. Adding to the bad memories that have accumulated a lot.

[Dhe, give me a chance! To explain everything that happened, between me and her. Although I'm sure, you know the truth. That my love, is only for you. Just for us. Without them.]

The long-sentence message I ignored. Although, well... It would be hypocritical if I was interested in reading it.

[I'm sorry, if I haven't been able to. To be the best, for our relationship. I promise you, it's all the last.]

The sound of an incoming message interfered with my concentration. Conditions like this, the correct silent setting is very helpful.

"Sore, Ma'am Dhea." Greet Mr. Tarjo, Friendly.

"So late, sir. How's your father's wife?" Ask slowly.

"Alhamdulillah, it has improved. The content is starting to be strong said the doctor."

"Gee.. Come along happy, sir."

"Thank you, Ma'am Dhea. Emm... Sister Dhea?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Mas Jo's already starting to improve huh. This morning, when I was taking care of my wife. Jo can smile."

Seriously, the face of the security officer of this building is so happy. Just because I saw the smile of the monster boss. It makes my broken heart happy.

"Yes, Sir. It's been almost a month now that he's been like that."

One month after the incident at the boss' house. I did not meet with Isa for a month.

"Come, Sir. I go first."

"Monggo, mbak Dhea. Take care of me."

I smiled, moving towards my motorcycle parking lot. Well yeah... Salary is high, but... My needs are as big as the earth. Haha. Messed up. I'm starting to miss Isa's handsome face.

Four years, a flat and ordinary relationship. I was busy with my busy life, Isa was also busy with his busy life. Work and About the Boss, while Isa... His work and his past.

I'm sick of being stuck loving a figure trapped by his past life. Isa, stuck with the woman who left him in favor of a more established man, leaves a small boy of the male type in an orphanage.

Information I just learned a few weeks ago when the woman came to see me.

"He can't get away from me, Dhea. Isa, despite the uracan. He's the man in charge."

If some people will face the actor by pulling hair, maki caci. So I with the most classy appearance in my opinion, clothes and all is the number one brand. My face? Of course sweet preening. Tearless.

"Lantas, what's my connection to all this?"

"I just want you to let go of Isa."

"Hahaha, Isa is rubbish! He wants to be your mistress, but he won't let me go either. I'll bet you that he'll vote for me if you don't have the son you threw away at the orphanage."

"We didn't throw, Zoel. It was then that our economy was mired deep down."

"Because of that, you left Isa. Already, we stop here. After all, these four years, Isa can be said to be a household assistant that does not need to be paid for any use. Free tis!"

I laughed, sadist.

"Well, it must be the same story as you, if we don't have a relationship like everyone else. We just throw off each other's saturation and exchange stories. The difference is that Isa is dependent on me. But it cannot escape your clutches. And-ah, that's it. A lonely woman is pathetic."

"What do you mean!"

"Isa the story really, if isa suddenly become excited after finishing the drink you made. There are no secrets between us, Keke. It was yes. Nye"

I left the angry woman with a relaxed and resplendent step. The character I learned from Ms. Amanda.

Aw, Amanda.

Why is that woman so obsessed with knocking and even breaking down the door of Monter's boss's heart and dragging me inside. In fact, they are both----

When my head looks

"Boss!" My hello, friendly. Smile. We have to be professional, not. In any case.

"Well, are you here? By yourself?"

"So there's been dinner with friends, boss?"

"alone. Miss, haven't eaten here in a long time." Jo is smiling.

Oh my God,

Can I cry, please,

Why was it so moved when he saw the attitude of a boss like this. Miss, Oh my God. Thanks you!

"Hindu, boss. I want to be the same boss who is rich." Desahku.

"Hahaha, pathetic. Aye right?"

I shook my head strongly. No, it's a miracle.

"You want to talk ? But not here."

Basic me. Instead, you can just nod and follow Jo into the car.

POV Jovan

"Dhe, that was... It hurts so much?" I asked in a quiet voice, a little nervous. Trying to introspect yourself is difficult, as is having to go back to recognizing every inch of feeling. Fortunately, I had a special gift, a real miracle behind the storm that made me no longer know what to do.

"Which one sir? About what?"

"Remember, first. I hit you until it was really bad. The first day after that." I remember, sad and gloomy. This woman came as usual, while I who saw dhea smiled because greeted by Ahmad, just suddenly in the fog, full of anger. Dragging Dhea's rough arm, into the office.

"Ah, that. Boss-don't remember anymore. I see, that time the boss saw me as bu Rhea." Relax Dhea. Gentler. Grasping my fingers.

"Yes, if only Amanda didn't come on time and hit me on the back with a vase of flowers, stuff you've had-ah. I'm not that violent a man, Dhe." Sad, sorry. Be ill. I almost killed this little girl. Just because in my eyes she looks like, Rhea.

The grip on my hand tightened, like it was trying to strengthen. It made me realize that I was that weak.

"So Mr. Lo who nawarin I confided lo, ehhh.. How come you're talking gini." Hahaha, Dhea's laughter again made my face smile.

Oh my God,

I forgot, when was the last time I blushed in shame like this. Just because he saw the ridiculous expression of a female type human.

"First, I liked that smile. Every time I call my name." Obviously Dhea, slowly. His voice was really soft.

Even though it was soft, it still tore through the still unfamiliar wound in my heart. Ah.. I used to feel this feeling every time I stared or just heard Dhea's name called.

Because it's... Well, my brain immediately flew off thinking of a pretty face, Rhea. It is not because Dhea gives this kind of passionate effect.

"And you always managed to taunt me, when it was clear... Whose status am I." Connect me. Decided to try to receive the pain sensation present from the scarred flakes in my heart. My liv.

"We even talk about this a lot, right, Dhe. But never to hold hands like this." I try to melt my own feelings. And succeed. Successfully made Dhea pull her hand while laughing embarrassedly. Covering reddened face, tomato. With both hands.

"Father deliberately made me ashamed, made me... Like a woman who seduces a broken hearted man."

Pouting, sulking. Funny, really inviting laughter on my lips. Well yeah.. After all this time. I laughed again slowly.

The sound of laughter that seemed to make Dhea surprised as well as happy and ah! Hugged my head tightly.

"It's really, you're using me huh. Waving gini." My ejek's joking. Replying to the embrace of the woman who is now crying bitterly.

Haru, my heart is blowing blue. My eyes started to fog and the tip of my throat started to tighten. Holding his breath while stroking Dhea's long hair, slowly.

"I miss talking to my father. I miss your smile, your laugh that makes everyone happy."

There was a strange feeling that entered my heart