The Young CEO's

Nature of Return.

Looking at Dinda who was so busy with her books, Eric pulled Dinda's arm a little rough to face her.

"I asked, who were you waiting for on campus?" every word Eric puts emphasis.

"Sstt, you let go first, it hurts." Dinda tried to release Eric's hand on his arm.

"If you talk, don't look at others, I don't like it, if you talk to someone and you see the others." Eric realized that the check on Dinda must have been very painful and would have left a mark.

"Dinda was waiting for senior Dinda."

"Your artist or your girlfriend?" eric asked in a mocking tone.

"Senior Dinda Tuan, Dinda never dated, I swear." Dinda from Junior High rarely has close friends, so now she is close to Sima in college.

"I can't believe it at all, your face alone looks innocent but your nature and behavior are inversely proportional. Your boyfriend must be rich, right? You're so great to have a husband and a girlfriend that you can enjoy!" Eric took off his clasped hands while throwing Dinda on the sofa.

Eric left Dinda in the room to the back garden.

"I think you're starting to accept my presence, if not as a wife, being her friend is okay too" Dinda said in her heart, shedding tears. Dinda felt very low in Eric's eyes, accused of being a no-no.

Dinda saw his arm that had changed color to purplish blue, like it had been hit.

"Why do you always accuse Dinda like that? Is it because Dinda is not a capable person to be accused of using his property?"

Dinda does not know what else to do, she is actually tired of always being accused by Eric, to the point that he once thought of asking for a divorce only to Eric. But, considering his family in the orphanage and especially the Pratama family has been very good to his family. Recalling all that, he again undoes his intentions.

Dinda changed her originally short-sleeved shirt into long sleeves, so that her scars would not be visible to her in-laws.

Dinda left the room, intending to go see Ms. Hasna for a while.

"Assalamualaik." Dinda came in after knocking on the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh you've come home, here!" Ms. Hasna was excited to see her daughter-in-law whom she had been waiting for since.

"Why don't you lie down, don't you get dizzy anymore?" Dinda asked as she approached her in-laws leaning on the headboard of her bed.

"Mama has gone, baby, calm down" Dinda nodded in response to Ms. Hasna.

"How's college?" keep up Ms. Hasna.

"Current Ma. Mama's not having lunch yet?"

"Udah, there was a Papa who brought his food here."

"Well.., Mama want Dinda a massage?" hail Dinda with enthusiasm.

"Can you?" Ms. Hasna did not believe that Dinda could massage well, because girls today rarely want to massage, but instead went to the spa.

"It could be Ma, where Dinda bargained if she couldn't." Dinda herself did not really accept Bu Hasna who sounded dubious about her ability, changed course all even want to always be massaged by Dinda.

"Mom guess today's child no one knows massaging."

"Yes there may be, but Dinda can."

"Yes had a massage on Mama's head." in the end Ms. Hasna was submissive to be taken by Dinda.

"Mama just stay first." Ms. Hasna was only according to what her little daughter-in-law ordered.

"Would you use oil or not?"

"Wear it to make it more delicious. But, a little bit of yahh."

"OK on."

"Your massage is good baby, Mama likes it." praise her Mama, make Dinda smile.

Eric was sitting in a long chair looking at the swimming pool in front of him. He still felt annoyed considering the photo.

"I won't believe what he said. Why hold hands when you have nothing to do." Eric still thinks that Dinda and Juna have a relationship.

"Huft.." he exhaled, trying to ease his emotions.

Tonight Dinda cooks with ingredients already available in the refrigerator. Dinda also did not make Bu Hasna porridge, because Bu Hasna himself had also improved.

"Ma, Pa, let's eat." Dinda called her in-laws behind the door.

"Yes." shouted his mother.

After coming from her in-laws room, Dinda headed to Eric's room to call her as well.

Dinda knocked on the door, but there was no response from Eric, so Dinda went into the room looking for Eric.

"Eh, sir, dinner's ready." Eric just got out of the bathroom.

Dinda was pensive to see Eric just past him, just yesterday Eric treated him well, but today the ice that had melted back to normal.

"Don't you eat porridge?" eric asked as everyone gathered at the dinner table.

"No, I'm calling it hard so there's no need to eat the porridge anymore."

After that, there was no more talk until everyone returned to their rooms, except Dinda who was still cleaning the dishes in the kitchen.

The night is getting late, but Dinda is getting scared back to the room to meet Eric.

"If I go in there, will you be angry again?" Dinda still hesitates to go into Eric's room, but she also fears her in-laws coming out and asking why she hasn't gone into the room.

"I'll go in, I'll sleep on the couch, if I get angry again I sleep on the floor." Dinda decided to follow Eric to the room with a step so slow.

The clock had shown 23:13, everyone was fast asleep, so Dinda entered the room carefully.

Eric was sleeping in the middle of his bed, Dinda picked up pillows and blankets in the closet and fell asleep on the couch.

Hearing no more noise, Eric opened his eyes peering whether Dinda had fallen asleep or not.

"He's very fast to sleep." Eric rests his back on the headboard of his bed while watching Dinda fall asleep.

Eric from earlier could not sleep, he reopened his phone and looked at the photo previously sent by his man.

"It was he who pulled the man's hand." Eric looked at it carefully with a look at Dinda.

"It's fitting that the man always sees her on the plane, apparently having a special relationship." Eric still believes that Dinda and Juna have a relationship, when in fact they have just met while on the plane and Juna is the one who always tries to get close to Dinda.

Eric looked at the next photo he hadn't seen at all. He starts to frown at all the photos sent by his man, starting from Dinda and Sima waiting in front of the campus, Dinda moves to Sima's side to avoid Juna, until Dinda hands the brown envelope to Juna.

"What's that envelope?"

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