Divorced for Binal
Miranda is more experienced
Without a second thought, Dean recounted all the events they had experienced that afternoon. Quite strange, even Marisa was only dumbstruck staring at the two eyeballs of Dean sitting in front of her.
Only a deep sigh was implied in Marisa's heart as a wife and a woman. He did not expect that Adrian would physically hurt his nephew. So that easily the musician's child who is pioneering his career fell under the influence of the dark world of drugs.
Slowly Marisa just smiled faintly looking at Dean's face away from her shadow, "Why did Miranda fall for a man like this? It's not that the boy really likes the world of music as well as photographers. Did Miranda look wrong and hmm .. eee, why does the child like dark-skinned men, even though there are still sweetness ...?"
Unsuffering Marisa asked Dean who was bending his face, "What about your wife, Bang, does she accept the current state of affairs?"
Dean's head shook slowly. He laid his body on the living room couch and rubbed his face a little rough, "Come aunt, I'm confused. Looks like, if Miranda calms down, I'll go back to Medan to solve all my problems with Tyas. After all our boys are still babies and need the attention of a Dad!"
Marisa nodded in understanding, "You just calm down. If Miranda had calmed down, maybe I wouldn't have let her stay in the apartment. Let him stay here first, until he gets a new house to his liking. Understand ... The child is very difficult to manage. You should, as a husband, be able to pay more attention to him. Plus, Miranda's been getting less attention from Papa and Mama."
Dean could only nod, then let out a long sigh. "Yes, Auntie .. I am currently trying to calm myself down and Miranda. Can I go upstairs, Auntie?"
"Ogh, please. Please calm down Miranda. It seemed like she had calmed down, for not hearing her crying voice anymore." Marisa said with her hands pointing to the top floor.
Dean is at a crossroads of worry. He did not expect Tyas to know so soon. Plus the one-child woman from the beginning had reminded him to keep their marriage commitment both. "What should I do, Lord. Miranda loved me so much, she even lost her family to marry me. But I also have full responsibility on Tyas as well as our son ..."
Dean took care to regulate his breathing. Just to calm the feelings of the wife who is being hit by the turmoil. Slowly the burly hand knocked on the door of the room, "Mir, can I come in?"
No sound could be heard in there, causing Dean to open his own door knob that turned out to be unlocked, bending his face just to look for Miranda's whereabouts.
How surprised Dean saw the woman was already asleep with a disheveled bandage, plus long messy hair with a face covered with pillows.
It's sad Dean saw the smooth body of the beautiful woman he had married a few months ago. The arms were bruised, the fingers were bleeding and had dried up, and the bruised left cheek area was also the corner of the eye that was swollen due to Adrian's cruelty. He wanted to send the boy to prison, but again Dean remembered the guitarist's daughter. "Who is Adrian's ex-wife? Did the woman also experience domestic violence ...?"
Dean recalls the past, receiving a letter from Miranda about the beating of his girlfriend he received in college.
'Dean ... How are you? Honestly, I miss you very much. My boyfriend and I have broken up and I want to follow you to Jogja. Can we meet, if you can call me at this number 022-6783566 ...'
The short letter that Dean received at that time, made the soul of the knight an 18-year-old man smile sumringah. He contacted Miranda through a telecommunications shop, because the conditions are still not as good as today.
I don't know, the two people during school told each other a long story, so forget the nominal numbers listed for forgetting the time of their conversation.
[Yes, you picked me up at the station ..]
[Yes .. see you]
Sure enough, Miranda set out on an agro train at a cost that was not cheap, making Dean think for a moment. "Is this what it is to be loved by a woman from a rich family? Doesn't even care about the costs he incurs ..." He muttered inwardly, feeling unable to please a Miranda Anderson.
Long enough the journey of the spoiled child, from the city of flowers to Jogja. Of course with the style of a rich man's son who wore all branded clothes and carried one backpack on his shoulders.
As the two stared at each other, Miranda again ventured to kiss Dean's lips in a happy manner. Centil style that since school is very famous, make Dean's faith as a normal man becomes unfounded.
"Mir, we're still in a public place .. please!"
How surprised Dean was when he heard Miranda's reply, "I don't care. How do we stay at a hotel near the station? It just so happens that I can't stay here long. Mama and Papa didn't know I was flying to see you. If they knew, I would be told to go back to Singapore. Or even told to stay in the village of Oma. You know for yourself I don't like Sumatra, honey!"
Instantly Dean could do nothing. It is impossible to take the beautiful girl to the boarding house where she lives. But to say that he did not have much money to pay for the hotel in the Malioboro area made him more anxious.
Miranda's question broke her daydream, "Let's sneak Dean. I want to eat, we keep talking at length in the room, both of them no one bothers!"
"Ta-ta-but ..."
Miranda's frown, that cute pretty face again chuckled, "But what? But you don't have any money, do you? Did you forget who I am, hmm? I'm Anderson's favorite daughter, and I've been pocketing money to buy telecommunications equipment for both of us. Yuuk .. can take me around Jogja!"
Sure enough, all the facilities that Dean enjoyed at that time was one of the most beautiful surprises from Miranda. Rich girls who do not count and stingy, make them declare that when they are made.
The first sweet kiss, so it gives one happiness for Miranda who is not able to tell the truth to talk about the real situation.
The one-styled thin batik had already broken just a few more steps open, to show the beautiful curves of the 18-year-old girl. Both are dissolved in a happy mood.
Heart rate is getting tighter because this is the first thing for Dean to see the beautiful body of a young girl who really resignedly gave up her entire life. Trouble Dean swallowed his saliva, when he was about to enjoy the chewy red shoots that still seemed tight in the grip.
Miranda's sigh makes Dean's hair bristles, the feeling the higher he wants to do all that before halal. Again he remembered the figure of the Papa who advised, so as not to do things that are embarrassing before marriage.
Sure enough, Dean again kissed Miranda's lips and finally landed a weapon of pride as a man on the smooth thighs of his beloved girl. "Ahh .. I'm sorry, Mir. Because I'm not ready to do that right now." He gently kissed Miranda's shoulder and spread his body beside the lover he had confessed to.
To be honest there is a feeling of disappointment implied Miranda, but again he tepis because it managed to make Dean reciprocate his love even though he had handed the honor to Adrian. "Don't leave me, Dean. I love you so much, hmm .. do you want to accept me for who I am?"
The handsome face only smiled faintly, glancing at Miranda while hugging that half-naked body, "Who wouldn't be with you, dear. Whatever is in your body, I will accept it. I really like this you." He cupped one of Miranda's chewy things made the woman laugh.
"What if I'm not a virgin anymore, will you accept me, hmm?"
Dean's blood seemed to be bubbling, again he looked closely at Miranda's eyes, "I don't care about your condition, but can you be honest? How far have you been and since when?"
Miranda dodged, she just laughed mockingly, "I asked Dean Alexander. Not saying that I'm not a virgin, but it looks like you're not ready to do that yet, so I can only hold back the taste."
Dean brought Miranda's body closer to him without the slightest suspicion. For him the past of the lover at school, it was just a young man, and it was impossible to do that before marriage. "Has Miranda really broken up with her lover ...?" Only that question was on Dean's mind as he felt Miranda was more experienced in touching enough imported eggplants to quench thirst.