Wedding On Paper

Wedding On Paper
Perfect Marriage - Chapter 17



The two of them immediately turned to the source of the voice, and there was tension on Damas's face, when they saw who the figure who called his name was.


"Selly," muttered Damas.


"You ... What are you doing here?" ask Selly approaching.


Damas was getting nervous. Confused what to answer. "I-I'm being ...." Confusion to find an excuse.


"He, come here to look at the men's suits," replied Dinda, trying to melt the atmosphere.


"Oh, I see, do you want to replace that black tuxedo?" selly asked in a wry look at the suit room, through the large glass separating the room.


"Well, no, I still like that one. Um... It's better we go home now," Damas asked, getting more scared.


"Hm.. okay."


"Oh yes, Miss Dinda, this is the bag I use, good," Selly said as she lightly stroked Dinda's arm.


Dinda was increasingly powerless to hold tightness in her chest, she could only nod with a bitter smile.


Damas, as if in disbelief, turns out Selly knows Dinda. "So, the one who had helped Dinda back then, was Selly?" his inner.


"You know each other?" ask Damas. Selly nodded with a smile.


"Yes, this is the woman who gave me this special gift," said Selly smiling sumringah. "Oh yes Miss Dinda, introduce this, Damas----my husband-to-be" Selly added.


Without further ado, Damas dragged Sely out of the boutique, told him to get into the car and immediately put on the gas pedal, driving home.


Now the tears that Dinda had been holding back, could not be dammed anymore. He shed his tears there too.


Suddenly from the suit room came out a man, who was none other than Dion. Dion was actually in the room, they did not see it because it was blocked by the statues that were there. Not a few Dion also heard the chatter of Damas and Dinda earlier. Merely, Dion was still at a loss as to what was happening between them.


And when Dion stepped out of the room, he found Dinda sitting down, drowning her face in between her two lutu, on the floor, crying with a sigh.


Dion was about to ask about the state of the woman, but Merry first appeared. And forbade Dion to love him. Then Merry told Dion to approach him by waving his hand.


"Why that waitress?" merry asked when Dion was in front of him. Dion just shook his head. Then invite Merry to sit on a round sofa in the waiting room.


"Merry, I heard a conversation between Damas and the woman" Dion half-whispered. Merry scrunched his forehead.


"what chat?" Dion then immediately recounted the conversation he had heard, and also told when Selly came between them. Then it tells of Dinda who cried suddenly after the departure of Selly and Damas.


"Well, it seems like something is wrong" Merry murmured, as she kept glaring, about what happened between them.


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The rays of the sun were lost in the darkness of the night. White moons began to appear illuminating the night earth. Butique also looks lonely, because since 5 minutes ago, the boutique has been closed. Some officers have gone home. Now there is only Dinda and the owner of the boutique in the first floor waiting room.


"Dinda, aren't you staying in the apartment tonight? Why haven't you come home?" ask Jenny the owner of the boutique.


"Yes, I'm coming home soon Non," replied Dinda. her eyes stared blankly in any direction. His mind was still in a frenzy since last afternoon, as well as his heart that was still restless did not get the calm.


"Dinda, it seems like today you are less fit, you should not go to work tomorrow, I can't bear to see your situation," said Jenny. Dinda just nodded weakly, asserting.


Then Jenny asked Dinda to come out, because of the door she wanted to lock. Then Jenny decided to go home first.


He again drowned his face between his knees which he hugged. However, suddenly .. an elusan Dinda felt on his shoulder.


Sontak made him raise his head and look around to make sure who stroked his shoulder.


"Gerry" said Dinda, knowing Gerry was sitting next to her, developing a smile on her.


"Well crying? Let me drive you home, "gerry.


"You, why are you here?" ask Dinda wonder.


"You pick it up, keep coming home, it's late, it's not good you go home alone."


"But ...." Without thinking Gerry immediately pulled Dinda's arm, and led her to go to a small shop not far from there. Turns out Gerry kept the bike right in the stall.


Before they left, Gerry bought two loaves of bread and a bottle of water for Dinda. Then they went to Dinda's apartment.


Dinda was confused, why Gerry could know the apartment building. As it turns out, Gerry found out this morning, when he was about to deliver breakfast to Dinda, but it turns out that Dinda went with Damas, so he followed where they were going.


Arriving at the parking lot of the apartment building, Dinda invites Gerry to stop by first. At first Gerry refused, but in the end he accepted Dinda's invitation.


"Sit down" said Dinda, inviting Gerry to sit in the living room as soon as they reached the apartment.


Dinda went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee for Gerry. Then he came back to his best friend.


"Drink." Dinda put the coffee cup on the table in front of them.


"So ..he rented this for you?" gerry began the conversation. Dinda nodded her head.


"Gerry."


"Hm ... why?"


"Tadi .. I met Damas' future wife" Dinda said, bowing her head.


"What!" Gerry frowned, as if in disbelief. "How dare he introduce you to that candidate!" gerry's grumbling.


"No, we met by accident" Dinda explained. Now his heart was again bitter, when he remembered their meeting last afternoon. Selly's cheerful face when introducing Damas as her future husband still looms in her mind. Even his words were still ringing in his ears.


"Did you cry about it?" gerry asked, looking at Dinda who was still weakly bowed.


"I .. I still can't believe that the woman who---" hasn't had time for Dinda to finish her words. Gerry cut it first.


"That woman .. the woman who helped you back then right?" ask Gerry. Suddenly Dinda raised her head, and looked at Gerry with a question mark.


"Well? ... How do you know?” Dinda looked in disbelief.


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