Just Love Figurant
Chapter 47

A large body is not a guarantee for someone to have the courage to fight. Adult age is not a guarantee that someone will be able to face threats. In fact, Renata did not dwell when the name Praja Bekti called by Nesti himself.

Even if Hesti kicked Renata, Renata would not fight for his future. Unfortunately, Hesti was indeed barbaric, but would not do that. Desperate to Renata, Hesti tries to put him down, despite the desire to scratch Renata's face full of falsehood.

"Hest, enough. Let's just go. Don't corrode your hands by grabbing this cheap leather," marcel asked in a cold voice. It seemed, there was no longer any tolerance for Renata after this.

"You should be divorced by your husband, Renata. Not only did you betray Lusi and Marcel's brother, but you were also unable to maintain the dignity and honor of being a woman. After this, I hope you don't find a man similar to you!" Hesti exclaimed as he stared intently at Renata.

"Who are they, Renata?" ask the tall man who opened the door. His eyes were full of questions, and had a pleasant witty aura.

Renata did not answer, but tried to buy time for an answer.

"Later on, I'll explain to you," replied Renata softly.

To be honest, Renata has an incredible feeling for Marcel. The woman loved Marcel, in her way. It's just that later Marcel was always cold and seemed to put a distance between himself and Marcel himself.

Renata is a woman who does not like being alone, and hates loneliness. No wonder, he often vent desires, by dating men randomly who are willing to date him. Mirisnya, Lusi did not know with this one Renata karakte.

Three slaps alone was enough for Renata to receive from Hesti. But make no mistake, a slap that even leaves a rash red due to Hesti's flattened nails, will leave a sore for the next few days.

"Come," take Marcel again. The man was already cold, no longer having the warmth and smile for the renata. The look in his eyes no longer implied hate, but his voice was as cold as the North Pole. According to him, everything about Renata is over. There can be no more relationship or reprimand.

Hesti followed behind Marcel, still staring at Renata with an indecipherable look on his face. It was so stupid, even if just looking at Renata's face. If Lusi had not been the victim, Hesti would not have been this angry, would not have interfered and would not have beaten Renata.

Marcel and Nesti stepped out of the room Renata was in. The two then hinted at the bodyguard who had suddenly been waiting at the door, and two more were outside near Marcel's car. Marcel just didn't think he made it.

"You know for yourself, don't you? Even God had opened Renata's veil without waiting for a long time. Be grateful, you are still given the Lord a chance, to be able to look back at the face of Lusi after this. If Papa really doesn't forgive you, I'll make sure you've been forcefully divorced by Papa of Kak Lusi" said Nesti, when he and Marcel were both in the car.

"Yes, thank you for telling me about Renata's vices. I really can't forgive Renata. My focus, besides working and finishing my education, is to reach for Lusi's heart" Marcel replied later, "i will fight to win his heart, and be willing to love him for the rest of my life."

The man repeatedly exhaled his coarse breath. Truly, that late regret, came without being prevented.

Suddenly, Marcel recalled the last time Luci cried, before Papa Alex took him away.

"This time you have to be serious, brother. Don't play outside much. You're a father-to-be who'll soon be called Papa. You should be grateful, Brother Lusi loves you sincerely. After this incident, I hope you will not repeat the same mistake so as not to lose," said Hesti, "hopefully, Lusi is still willing to open her heart to you."

"Thank you, Hesti. Today your services are so precious to me. I promise you, Lusi can't fall into the hands of another man. Only I can have it" said Marcel, smiling sincerely.

"Reply this service, in a way that makes Kak Lusi happy," replied Hesti. Marcel took his sister in his arms. Although he was a teenager, yet Nesti was still his little sister, whose position was of course the same as Yasmin, Marcel's sister who was born from the marriage of Inora and Dion.

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Like a dream, a request and a desire latent, will soon be granted without waiting for a long time. Longing to meet the husband, who thought Alex gave him permission.

The afternoon almost penetrated the afternoon, when Lusi was on the front porch. Alex and his wife have not been there long. It is complete to be surrounded by good people who love themselves a lot. It's just, Marcel doesn't exist, like there's still Luci waiting for.

There is anger still left in Lusi's heart for Marcel. But wanting to meet was also as powerful as Lusi's anger. It's just that in hindsight, Lusi doesn't want Marcel depressed and uncomfortable because of him.

"Lusi, are you here? Comein? The air outside was very cold," asked Aridha, who was carrying a thick cloth, and she attached it to Lusi's shoulder, "are you waiting for Marcel?" ask Aridha later.

"No," replied Lusi smiling.

"You sure?" ask Aridha again. Lusi just forgot, to Aridha, he would never be able to lie.

"Very sure,"

Just now that Aridha wanted to talk again, Marcel's speeding sports car was heading to their house. Although initially Alex did not give permission for Marcel and Lusi to meet, this time Inora and Dion were so forced, so that Alex was allowed to meet his wife.

"Look, he's coming. You miss him, don't you? Let's enter. There will come a time when you and your husband will talk" Aridha asked, holding Lusi's hand and leading her in.

"So, ma, I don't want to talk to Marcel, '" replied Lusi as he stepped inside the house.

"Why is that? The look on your face hinted at longing for your husband, but why not talk to him?" asked Aridha not understanding.

"Because I'm just a burden to her. I don't want to make him depressed and uncomfortable because I have to go back to me" replied Lusi, stepping quickly, taking off Aridha's hand and immediately stepping into the room.

Lusi did not understand with his own heart at this moment. She could have missed Marcel, but she didn't want to talk to him. Even Lusi himself did not understand his feelings.

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