Why Married?
MM 22'S. Prejudice Dika
Dika was surprised to hear all the stories of Naisha. He did not expect that the fate of the marriage of the daughter of Arjuna Dewantara was so bad. Dika really conveyed his sympathy sincerely.
" So what now?"
" I'll finish it first, doctor. But I want to ask something from the doctor, please keep this a secret first from my father. I'll speak directly to my father."
Dika nodded, after all this was not his realm to interfere. As a doctor she has done her duty to examine and treat Naisha as well as provide the results of her visa.
" Pa, I want to nganter noona first huh?"
" Yes go, after that we'll talk later."
Nataya gets out with Naisha to the car. He'll take the noona to his house.
After Nataya came out of her room, Dika kneaded her temple with both hands. He really feels confused. It seems the son has gone deeper into the business of the daughter of his business partner.
" Dear, can we meet?"
Luckily today there is no scheduled surgery. He immediately got out of the hospital to meet his wife.
Along the way to see his wife Dika kept thinking about the son. The extent to which his son entered into the life of the daughter of his business partner.
Dika and Silvya meet at a cafe. They come together. He hugged his wife tightly. Silvya could feel a worry from her husband.
" We go in first yuk" Silvya asked her husband. Dika also nodded. The husband and wife who were not young entered the cafe with Dika embracing the wife's shoulder.
" What's wrong, you look so nervous."
" It's about your dear son, it seems that your son is really in love with the daughter of Arjuna."
Silvya sighed slowly. He knows about it. Even Nataya asks Drake to keep an eye on Naisha and Adnan. Silvya also conveyed this to her husband. Add nyut nyutan only Dika's head at this time.
" Is that true?"
" Yes, yeah."
" Yes Allaah the boy. Why is he so reckless."
He rubbed his face violently. She was confused as to what to do with her son.
Triings
A message went to Silvya's cell phone. The middle-aged woman saw him for a moment. Apparently it's from Drake. He also opened the message. Now Silvya who looks surprised by Drake's message.
" Why baby?"
" Look at me."
Silvya showed her cell phone to her husband. Dika widened his eyes to see the contents of the message. He got up from his seat and pulled Silvya by the hand. Both of them rushed to the car.
" We're just one car. Ask Ian to get your car, baby."
Silvya nodded obediently. Both of them got in the car. The man then drove his car faster than he normally drives.
" Benevolent heart" Silvya warned.
" Are you now starting to fear hmmm?" joke Dika.
" Haish, it seems like you're very happy to tease me. How about tonight sleep outside."
Cep, a threat so potent that makes Dika not dare to wart. He also slightly reduced the speed of his car to save the long night later.
It took a while for the couple to get to the destination Drake had given them. The eyes of the two were perfectly rounded looking at the scene before him.
In a minimalist house they saw the son sitting on the terrace with the daughter of Arjuna Dewantara. Even Dika to gape at what he saw.
Dika was about to get out of the car but his hand was blocked by the wife. Silvya shook her head slowly as a sign that the husband did not rush.
" But baby, are they? I don't want ya, Nataya to do no."
" Don't be so bad about your son. Let's see what we're gonna do."
He was throwing his breath rough. The two old men observed their son from a distance.
About 30 minutes later, they finally saw Nataya walking out alone and riding an online motorcycle taxi and leaving the house. Dika and Silvya breathed a sigh of relief, they thought their son would stay there as well.
" Come on, let's go back, too."
Dika drove his car back to the hospital. But before that he took his wife first to the Linford Transportation company.
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Adnan hissed through the pain of feeling every punch of the man he didn't know. He could only sit weakly on the sofa.
" Fuck, who was the man who helped Naisha earlier. Since when did Naisha know any other man besides me."
Adnan reached into his pants pocket to call someone. He hopes to get help for his wounds.
" Here, bring your p3k box."
" What else are you doing?"
" Tck, don't ask too many questions. I'll send you my address. Come here soon."
Adnan put his phone on the table. He then headed to the kitchen and took ice from the refrigerator to compress some bruises on his face.
Adnan closed his eyes, trying to hold the pain as the ice he was sticking on his bruised skin.
" Haish, that guy is really strong. I'm really not the match. But what is the relationship between the two of them I must immediately investigate. I won't let her be a hindrance to getting Naisha back."
No no no no
The sound of footsteps entered Adnan's luxury home. The man looked at the person who came was full of relief.
" Huft, it's finally coming too, after waiting 30 minutes."
" Tck, it's lucky I'm off so I can get here."
The person immediately pulled out a chair to sit down and took out the medicine box he was carrying and began treating Adnan. Many times Adnan moaned the pain of holding back the pain when treated.
" Why is it so bad, who did it?"
" I don't know, I don't know that guy. Oh yes thank you yes. When are you going home?"
" I don't know, I'm comfortable with my life right now. Living alone is more fun not much of a distraction. Although sometimes mama still often send people to pick me up at work, even though I have refused."
The ity people bowed lethargic. He was reluctant to discuss what Adnan was asking.
" Go home Dinar, pity mama."
" They don't feel sorry for me."
Adnan furrowed both of his eyebrows. He did not know exactly what made his sister leave the house and did not want to go home at all. It has been 5 years since Dinar left home, since then he never came home. Even his papa never mentioned the name Dinar when he was gathering with a large family.
Similarly Dinar, he who happened to be his name is not listed Sasongko name or rather remove the name Sasongko makes it never attract the attention of people around. Dinar transformed into a simple ordinary girl. In fact he told his friend that she was a girl who came from the village to study and work in the city.
If you ask where the tuition came from, all from the mother. Pritaningsih, Mama Adnan and Dinar still provide financial benefits to the princess even though her husband does not care about her daughter. Somehow the mind of Dwi Sasongko to really bear to his daughter.
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