Divorced for Binal
Dissective

'Sep apart' that sentence Dean said. Who would have thought, Miranda was actually spending the night with a man who was a band boy during their school days.

Devastated, sick, sad, that's how Dean felt watching the affection of the beloved chose to betray him just because the man was too guarded the honor of the idol.

The atmosphere of the night was getting late, Miranda put down the card of the hotel room she occupied and then closed the door. However, when he was about to close the door of the room where he rested, the two neutrals met again.

"Nr ..."

"Mi-ra!" Dean wiggled towards the corridor of the room, to see if anyone else had seen them or not, then said, "Who are you?"

"Self, hmm ... would you like to enter?" Miranda gave a signal from the gaze of her eyes, smiling brightly, cheering with excitement in her heart while biting her lower lip. How not, the beautiful widow was still curious about a cold man like Dean while asking who the wife of the former, because what he knew was that cold man was very difficult to approach women, the result is too stiff and insensitive to women.

Dean ventured into Miranda's room, as he also had the same feeling after almost seven years of both not meeting and exchanging news. Not arrogant, but does not want to disturb the privacy of the beautiful woman.

After making sure that Dean was already in his room, Miranda's gurgles closed the door of the room to avoid being seen by their co-workers. He was also reluctant to hear the case of the infidelity of the head of the branch with the favorite daughter of the owner of the company Multy Strada.

Because of her longing feeling, Miranda accidentally pressed a button to dim the light of the room, making Dean laugh.

The man turned to look at Miranda, seeing the woman getting more beautiful as well as charming, "Sorry Mir, in the ballroom I keep a little attitude. Because our co-workers know that I'm married."

Hearing the words again, Miranda's forehead flinched again, "Well, do all your office friends know that you're married, Dean?"

Quickly Dean nodded his head, "I'm married to our upperclassman, Tyas."

Miranda's chest returned as if struck by lightning, hearing the name of the woman she had known since elementary school. His feelings were mixed again, not expecting that Dean's taste was only a woman older than him.

"Tyas, our upperclassman, isn't he above us a year, Dean?"

Without further ado, Dean nodded his head as he asked, "Are we going to talk this way? Can't sit in a chair or in, hmm ..." His eyes were fixed on the bed that looked clean as well as fragrant.

Miranda makes a small laugh seeing the behavior of friends, school lovers until college and now reunited in the world of their work. "Ogh, sory. I was too excited after meeting you, Dean. Sit down, I'll make you some tea, but I'll clean up first. You're in my room, right?" He deliberately questioned it, only wanting to prove the words of the man who said he had forgotten it.

"As for you, I want to talk to you, Mir. We haven't seen each other in a long time, so I'm happy today" she replied, watching her ex-lover clean her face, pluck her hair high, then tidy up the blazer that wrapped the woman's body.

"Do you want coffee or tea, Dean?"

"Tea green only, Mir."

"Yes. Oya ... Are you married already have children?"

"Tyas is pregnant, Mir. So I have to come back tomorrow and to be able to be represented by another colleague."

Miranda smiled, breathing deeply upon hearing that Dean would be returning tomorrow to Medan.

For some reason, Dean suddenly asked, "Oyeah, you're married?"

There was a special feeling in Miranda's heart because of Dean's question, she raised both her eyebrows, brought two cups of green tea to approach the man, after wearing short-sleeved pajamas he accidentally chooses to spend the night with Dean.

Miranda answered Dean's question with one hand clasping her beloved clothes, "For status, I am a widow. To my heart I still wish you, Dean."

"Crazy girl .. From the past until now the aggressive defeat of Tyas that makes me can not forget it just like that.." murmured Dean in a cheerful heart.

Seeing that Dean did not hear much about his status, the young widow immediately moved into the cold man's lap, and immediately put her hand on the puja's shoulder. "I still love you to this day, Dean."

It was clear that the faces were back to face each other. No choice, Dean felt the same vibe and vice versa. Without hesitation the man brought his face closer, then****** Miranda's pomegranate-red lips.

Miranda's heart was delighted, she assumed that she would never let Dean go again, their kiss deepened, not giving him enough air.

I don't know..the two are dissolved in the past, the young passionate past, is now repeated. Love or lust, both are getting lulled in the mood without asking first.

"Sorry Mir, Tyas is pregnant. I can't do more than this. Excuse me ..." Dean releases his hand from Miranda's body, choosing to leave behind the beautiful widow who has no power to stem the feeling.

"Dean, Dean, why do you always leave me this way? I still love you, Dean!" Miranda shouted loudly as the door of the room closed again.

With a gasp of breath, a wild kiss full of lust, made Miranda throw all the objects in front of her. "Why should Tyas, why not me? Stupid me!" his screams were increasingly frustrated, squeezing strong long hair that had been broken because of Dean's actions.