Divorced for Binal
Taking dreams of a despair

In the silence of the night, the glitter of stars illuminated the bright-looking metropolis. However, the brightness of the big city is not as bright as Miranda who is still crying sobbing in her apartment room. The wall clock chimed as if it never stopped giving trials to the beautiful widow without the child.

That smooth face still remembered Heru who had been treating her so well all this time. Although he was the one who asked not to tie their relationship with any commitment, but his feelings were immediately shattered into pieces because of the lies of the melancholy gondrong man.

Miranda's ears were immediately alert, hearing the twang of the elevator that was going up to her apartment. He glanced at the clock at the nightstand, then covered his body with a very thick blanket, "Who's coming, is Heru or Adrian ...?"

Sure enough, the elevator doors sounded stopped and opened. Miranda further sharpened her hearing, hearing the sound of footsteps that were getting closer to the room. Suddenly the atmosphere became very quiet, there was no sound, nor footsteps back.

Miranda looked at the baseball bat in her room at the corner of the table, then thought about leaving the room and beating anyone who dared sneak into her apartment.

Smooth level legs that only wrapped in shorts to thighs made of satin, combined with a spaghetti rope tangtop without support. Miranda's body trembled in fear, her hands clasped tightly onto a baseball bat, her lips curled up like a nirvana fish breathing fresh air. The smooth hand grabbed the door knob with bated breath so that the door leaf made of panels did not squeak.

Miranda had no martial arts, she was only a spoiled widow who was rich and had never lived a hard life since birth into the material world. His heart raced quickly, when he saw the apartment room that looked dim.

Slowly Miranda bent her face to messiahati all the rooms that were directly fixed on the living room and family room. His eyes grew increasingly alert, his hearing only caught the splashing of water from the sink, but he was struck by the burly hands of a man who immediately blocked his arms.

"Aghhh!" Miranda was suffocating very strongly, the baseball bat just came off, feeling that her slender body was being held captive by the warmth of the mint-scented breath she had almost forgotten.

The two netra meet again, the face of the man who looks faint makes his breath more roaring. "Dean ... What are you doing in my apartment!?" Miranda rebuked loudly the man who was still staring at her.

The burly hand gently rubbed Miranda's smooth face, showing a paper bag containing dinner, "Sorry, I must be like a thief and have scared you. But I'm worried because you haven't eaten since afternoon, Mir. It's still nine o'clock in the evening, but you didn't tell me at all like you used to, and you just ignored me."

Both of Miranda's eyebrows turned, her forehead twitching wryly, she grabbed the living room light switch that was behind Dean so that she could see the man's face very clearly.

The lights of the room lit up so brightly, Miranda gulped her saliva when she saw the handsome face of Dean whom she had loved so much long ago. His gaze grew wild, he was still unable to be friendly to the current state. His heart was still sick and broken because of the actions of Heru who had the heart to lie to him.

Miranda also had to think sanely, because her stomach was indeed very hungry. He grabbed the paper bag that was still in Dean's grasp, while passing it to the dining room. "Thank you, at least thinking also requires energy. We will get energy if the stomach is filled with enough intake. Dah .. You can go back to your apartment, because I don't need you right now."

Dean's face looked puzzled, he saw Miranda was very strange as usual. His heart was still pounding the same as before, because it was never presented with the appearance of a beautiful woman who was very charming and seductive of his faith as a normal man and had never felt the warmth of the union.

"Why-why are you, did Adrian make trouble with you? I was talking to him when you immediately left us both for the Queen Mother's room. I don't think he's the right guy for you, Mir."

Dean's words couldn't make Miranda's heart melt. The beautiful widow still does not care about the words of the ex who still sees himself taking the plate, also making a warm drink like having guests at night.

Again Dean asked and stepped closer to Miranda who was already sitting on the dining chair. There was a feeling of disappointment in him because never the flower widow treated him like tonight. "Mir .. do you have a problem? You usually want to tell me the same story. You why?"

Miranda's shoulders let out a long sigh, and the delicate hand covered her face and cried out. His body trembled, making Dean who was initially afraid to get close finally carried Miranda in his arms.

Miranda's head rested on Dean's sispack, which was still standing next to her. He did not return the arms of the married man at all, "I'm disappointed, Dean. I was disappointed with him .. he betrayed me, he could have lied to me. Although we have no relationship, but he has created a sense of happiness in my heart while together, but what? She prefers modeling and spending time with her."

Instantly in Dean's mind just imagined the face of Adrian who would do anything to be with Miranda. "Sial tuh son, have a grudge what the hell, he's the same Miranda to the point of hurting this woman's heart. He said love, but a traitor, you band boy! He knows it's just poya-foya, life without direction. It's fitting that he never found a soul mate until now, watch out for you, yeah ...!"

Slowly Dean rubbed Miranda's back gently. Somehow his heart felt more and more guilty towards the woman who had always hoped to return to him. He dared to kiss the top of the widow's head with a feeling of guilt. "I'm sorry, Mir. I'm so sorry about your life, I'm so sad."

Miranda's cry stopped immediately, only to realize that she was now in Dean's arms. The married man she always wanted to be anything. Slowly his head looked up at the dashing man who had the charm of a leader. The firmness of the man's jaw, made his heart melt.

"We married Dean? I need status to forget them. It may be true, Mama said, if I had to get married to make my life more focused, calm, I would not disturb your happiness together, Tyas. I'm willing to be your second wife, I'll do anything to save you from papa's demands. I promise you, I'll stop the team from auditing all the data, if you really don't!"

Miranda's words that sounded like pleading before her, made Dean swallow his own saliva. He did not expect that at the age of 24 he would have more than one wife. He was silent, his throat seemed to be drying up like a desert, his heart was racing, imagining how Tyas was feeling as if he was containing his seed.

The hands of the two clasped each other tightly, the delicate fingers were deliberately rubbed gently the same clean fingers.

Miranda was still sobbing, the dinner plan she wanted to do instantly turned full as Dean gently dipped the back of her hand. "Married me, Dean. I promise I will fight for you not to be fired from the Grace. I'll talk to Om Anas, 'cause he's papa's second brother. So I can talk to him. Please ... I need Dean's status, and it's the marriage that will shut all their access. I promise to always be good, I promise you."

Back Dean could only sigh heavily, he had not been able to answer Miranda's request. His head felt very full, the initial intention that was just worried was trapped in the situation. His head felt heavier, Tyas face instantly danced in his mind. "Ta-ta-but I want to give you what facilities, Mir? A-a-a-I'm confused, you have everything, I'll be killed by Mr. Anderson if it hurts his daughter."

"Reason!" miranda cast her gaze in another direction with a heart full of annoyance.

"Cock?"

"Yes, that's your excuse since college! You don't want to touch me, because you don't believe in yourself to make me happy. Whys? Why can you please Tyas, why not me, Dean? Is it because I'm the daughter of Anderson and Tina Talisa? That's just your excuse, because you're not ready to make me your wife! Go away, all men are the same, they will come for a while, then just leave! I'm tired of Dean, I have a heart and a feeling too! Leave my apartment, because I want to rest!"

Miranda's hand deliberately shifted the food on the dining table as a signal that her heart was injured and disappointed. All the food was on the floor of the apartment, then left Dean. However, just as Miranda was about to step inside towards her still-open room, Dean's voice rang out.

"How about Adrian, do you guys still spend the night together?"

Miranda was grieving, she turned her body around looking at Dean's face with a knotty smile, "If I spend the night with him, don't we have no commitment yet, huh? You're funny, I still love you, but you always shy away. Remember you rejected me a while ago, hmm? You just left me because of Tyas. I'm just asking you, Dean! You are! Not begging for the possessions you have with your wife. I emphasize, all I need is you, not your money. Why do you keep me curious long ago? Since college, until now! Agh .. I forgot, maybe you don't want to touch me, because you've done it with Tyas back then, without my knowledge!"

"Miranda, stop!"

"Why? You're angry, if I accuse you of betraying me during our college relationship? Didn't we split up the city, you Jogja while I was in Bandung. I don't know where Tyas went to college, but you're married to him, since when did you guys have a relationship, big liar!"

Hearing Miranda's accusation to himself, Dean runs to the beautiful widow to stop the woman's teasing.

I don't know .. Dean is now trying more aggressively to stop Miranda's words in his way as a normal man who loves his wife very much. However, the grief, all the accusations of the beautiful widow, he could not be dimmed other than to treat it.

The lips of the two turned passionately on each other slowly, but Dean was more aggressive making Miranda powerless to resist when the hand of the man she had always dreamed of brought her back to heaven. No regrets, no commitment at the moment. Both are full of passion to let each other go of a deep longing.

I don't know when the two were in the cool room, and the body was talking to each other on the dispute bed. The burly hand managed to escape all the barriers of Miranda's sexy smooth body. The perfect professional body, far from the body of the beloved wife Tyas when compared close together. His hands grew wild as he licked the whole smooth body like a hungry male lion.

Miranda was lulled, she fell asleep, her chest was up and down, her body's desire rumbled following the strains of a very voluptuous hand. "God ... I love you, Dean." Only****** and that love sentence escaped Miranda's lips, making Dean really tempted to squirm wild and naughty a widow.

Miranda's groan again escaped, when Dean's lips managed to make the sensitive part more twitch, he was completely powerless to stem the feeling he had missed so much for years. "Ahh, dear ..it's a pleasure, you make me digahh ..."

Which man will not smile sumringah, see the woman pujaan enjoy his naughty game. For a lifetime, only this time Dean did something that was forbidden by religion, because the demands of work were very burdensome for his mind. He completely forgot about Tyas, even dissolved in a different hot atmosphere because Miranda was so seductive of his faith.

The two netra looked back at each other, with messy hair before Dean continued his journey to the heaven of the world.

Gently, Dean gently kissed Miranda's lips, swiping hers at the wet entrance of heaven, "Are you willing to give it to me, dear? I'm not strong enough to hold back anymore ..."

A sweet smile from Miranda's red lips blushed, as a sign that she was sincerely flying high through nirvana with Dean.

Dean looked up at the dim ceiling of the room, his heart racing faster, as he burst into the beautiful and loving valley of heaven. The warmth of the union made the two hunt each other favors. Dessahan unpretentious, sweat pouring profusely soaked the bodies of the two in desires that are now united reluctant to separate.

Miranda enjoyed Dean's wonderful touch, but ...

"Ahh .. I'm sorry baby, I'm fast out of my mind." Dean stomps his hips deeper, when Miranda is still on top of nirvana to pick up the dream of a despair ...