Two Rings

Just Just Just Hope

Dion and Rissa were still dumbfounded, staring at Melati who was now standing facing them.

Dion walked up to his first wife, his tongue aghast, but he tried to be as calm as he could.

"Darling," Dion greeted trembling.

Melati sighed, looking at Dion in a glance.

"Why are you here? Why don't you come in after me?" Ask.

Dion was surprised, it seemed as if Melati had not heard what she was talking about with Rissa since earlier.

"L-yes I'm sorry, I just took your luggage from Rissa." Dion.

"Yes it's okay" said Melati.

"Aren't you done shopping?" Ask Dion.

Melati shook her head, "i'm not satisfied yet" she replied.

"Oh yes, why did Mas follow here? Is the cafe empty?" Ask Melati.

"Cafe is crowded, but I want to accompany you shopping. It's been a long time since we've been walking" Dion reasoned.

Rissa who had been standing between her husband and her honey, felt her presence was not considered at all. But Rissa's not her name, if she doesn't have a thousand ways to stay strong.

"What are you buying again? Oh yeah, you're shopping too, right?" Dion turned to Rissa, as if asking, but behind that Rissa understood that her husband was telling her to go shopping.

"Yes, I'll take a look around." Rissa answered.

"Yes, I want to go there" jinta Melati pointed at a women's clothing store.

Dion agreed, and the three of them went hand in hand.

Rissa was to the right of her husband, while Melati was to the other side.

Melati took her husband's affection, in contrast to Rissa who refrained from her husband.

Without Rissa and Melati noticing, Dion's hand was now reaching for his second wife's arm. It suddenly made Rissa surprised, so surprised she was not even able to pull away the hand of her husband.

Rissa walked in the direction of her husband's steps, Dion's eyes staring at Melati but her hands were holding the arms of another woman.

"Oh my God, if it's like this. I look like a mistress," muttered Rissa softly.

***

They have now entered the store, Melati with the spirit of rushing to storm every clothes on display there.

"Mas, is this good?" Melati asked, showing her husband a knee-length dress with a green floral motif.

"Whatever you wear, it looks beautiful." Dion praised his wife.

Rissa who was behind Dion, instantly turned her face to hold her heart that was getting hotter.

"Sa, you look around in that shirt!" Pinta Dion, he deliberately lowered his voice.

Rissa nodded, and walked towards the clothes rack displaying the various models. The choice fell on a long-handed shirt, the motif is not as crowded as Melati's. However, the shirt looks so beautiful.

Rissa looked at the price listed on the shirt shirt, she was surprised to see the nominal for a piece of tops.

"It's expensive" he said.

Rissa put the shirt back in place, and was about to pass looking for another.

"Telling a piece only costs up to that," he murmured.

"Do you like this?" Dion asked while pointing at the shirt that Rissa had noticed earlier.

Rissa looked over, "No, Mas. It's too expensive, I'll find something else." Rissa lied, in her heart she really liked and wanted the shirt. But Rissa is not used to buying expensive items, she better use her money for more important purposes. Moreover, wasteful was not his habit.

"I took this one" Dion told one of the shopkeepers.

"Mas, but it's expensive. I don't deserve that." Rissa.

"Whatever it is, as long as it makes the relationship better, I can still afford it. Whatever it is for my wife" said Dion, she passed by Melati.

Rissa was silent, for some reason a small smile seemed to be on her face. His heart was warm to Dion's words.

"Are you really going to start accepting me, Mom. Hopefully this is not just my hope," Rissa immediately put her husband's hope.

***

Dion and his two wives have now returned home, today was so tiring for the three of them.

Jasmine threw her body on the living room sofa, she felt very tired.

"It's very nice today" he said.

Dion sat beside Melati, while Rissa chose to go to the kitchen. Although equally tired, Rissa tried to serve her husband as well as honey. Rissa intended to make a drink for her husband, she also did not forget to make the same for her honey.

"Non Rissa, let Bibis make the drink." Bi Ai offers.

"It's not necessary, Bi. It's about to be finished," rejected Rissa subtly.

Dion circulated his gaze, looking for the figure of his second wife.

"Rissa where?" Dion Guman.

"Mas, find who?" Ask Melati.

"Oh, it's me looking for Rissa. Where he is" said Dion.

Melati was silent for a moment, "maybe she went straight to the kitchen."

These few days Melati felt Dion change her attitude, even since the first time Rissa came to her house.

However, Melati tries to be prejudiced against her husband. Given that Rissa had a close relationship with the in-laws.

"Mas, whose clothes are these? It seems I didn't pick up this shirt," asked Melati as she pulled out a shirt that Dion had bought for Rissa.

"That's... That's a dress for,"

"The book is good, I like it..."

Dion looked at the smiling Melati happy to see the shirt he was holding, he could not even say that the shirt was not for him.

"I know, you must have secretly bought me this shirt. Hemm, what a romantic you are..." Melati hugged her husband warmly.

Dion was shocked when Rissa stood beside him, carrying two drinks in her hand.

Rissa smiled faintly, and placed the drink on the table.

"Sa, look! Nice no?" Ask Melati to Rissa. Melati looked happy with the shirt, several times she also twirled the shirt while sticking it on her body.

Rissa nodded, "good, Ma'am."

He just answers as he is.

"Mas, I thought you bought me that shirt. But it turns out I was wrong... Ckk, silly. Why am I still hoping that Mas Dion will open his heart to me! Sa, Sa, you're really naive!" Rissa cried in her heart. The face of sadness on Rissa's countenance, made Dion really unwell.

"I'll excuse you, Mom, Ma'am..."

Rissa said goodbye to the two, she walked quickly to her room.

As soon as Rissa could enter and lock the door of her room, her heart was so sore.

"Astagfirulloh, relax, Sa. Cool out! It's not the first time you've swallowed disappointment, you have to be strong. For the sake of Anna's mother" she asked the heart that now felt slashed.

"Astagfirulloh, again I made Rissa sad. I failed again!" Dion cursed himself, condemning his attitude that still could not do justice to his two wives.