
Very low if you have to take someone's wife.
The sentence was ringing in Dikta's mind. Since this afternoon he had only been silent in the room, silent and staring at the ceiling in solitude. .
Either who's late, Zoya or her love. Dikta was closed for a moment, if only he had been reckless he might not have been this heavy. But want how, no matter how strong Dikta invites her to marry Zoya's answer remains the same.
"I have a husband, he loves me and I love him .. I just go, not leave him, Dikta."
Zoya's words when Fabian was one month old again ringed in the inner Dikta. At that time, Dikta again tried to express his good intentions because he thought the reason Zoya rejected him was no longer there. However, after Fabian was born Zoya actually loved her husband more and more.
"Then what's the point? You're at home with your wives separated, Zoya?"
"Hm, I'm at home .. I love her, I can't possibly accept you, Dikta. We're friends enough, if we can't, then it doesn't matter, I can go. Without Zayyan alone I can, especially without you," she replied a little painfully but it was really a fact that Zoya had to accept.
Every Dikta forced marriage, so Zoya said the same thing. Go, go and go. Until, this time Dikta reapplied and the woman actually left.
"Your sparks are Zoya's outrageous."
Dikta smiled bitterly, if it was an obsession then why he was this sick. The man sighed slowly, why was it that hard he was sincere. In fact, Zoya had said the reason he left because he wanted the happiness of Zayyan with women other than himself.
Dikta's mind flew back, a few months ago they were talking about something serious. Zoya, who keeps herself away from Zayyan, is actually a sign to Dikta.
"You're weird, I'm curious how perfect she is until you never give me the slightest space, Zoya," said Dikta looking at her carefully, usually a woman can only last a few months. While Zoya is able to survive without any news.
"Not a perfect problem or not. It's just that he's my husband, Dikta .. As long as Zayyan hasn't dropped the talaq, I'm still his."
Zaya smiled faintly at that time, a smile that Dikta would forever remember and plant in her mind. As strong as Zoya's stance, even many times he threatened to go even further if Dikta still desperate to make her a wife.
It is not wrong Zoya also actually, since the beginning Dikta has known the status of the woman. Yes, it is obvious to have a husband and Dikta should not have expected more.
It was just that, he thought that a woman would melt down with someone who was nearby. It's a pity that Dikta's conjecture misses and Zoya is like no other woman.
"Aarrggh, Papa supports it ... Heru must also be on the side of papa, God is very difficult .. whatever, better sleep if it is this."
Dikta gave up, his eyes had turned red because he stayed up until one morning. For what? People's wives of course, Dikta's brain seemed chaotic and now he ruffled his hair before then pulling a blanket to cover his entire body. Understandably, Dikta is impossible to go to a nightclub without a penny. Who wants him if the man's condition is like this, his father never jokes and usually if all the facilities of Dikta are limited not only one or two days, but long.
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"Make sure he doesn't come out of the room, and you don't try to help him lag."
"Well, sir, in the future I will not follow the orders of Dikta."
Sorry for Dikta, but this time Heru chose to be a traitor. Want as much money as he received from Dikta, if Widarman has moved this way better Heru obey the command of the ruling king alone, he thought.
"Good, Alexander was a good man .. Don't even think of disturbing the lives of his descendants, if only he hadn't helped me maybe now we wouldn't be sleeping in this house, but under the bridge."
Alexander's services that once saved Widarman who was in debt after the destruction of his household turned out to be imprinted and now have a good impact on his own son.
- To Be Continue -