LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 58

Adinda POV.

I stepped slowly, being held by oma Fani beside me. Honestly, I feel nervous about this situation. Moreover, Mama Intan is in this house. He also helped me with my makeup, not knowing who and what the purpose of this dinner was.

I still remember clearly when Mama Intan told me about all the things Devin had been through during my pregnancy. Devin was having a sympathetic pregnancy, whereas I never had any significant pregnancy symptoms. Cravings can be counted on the fingers. Only na*s*my meal increased.

Honestly, I really couldn't bear to know that. However, the trauma continued to ring in my mind, until I was determined to keep this pregnancy a secret to Devin.

The presence of Ivan in my life seemed to heal my trauma. The attention he always gave made me feel comfortable. However, I only consider him to be nothing more than a big brother.

The word of love that Ivan once said, I just think of it as one way to comfort me. But here I am now. It was one room with my family and my brother Ivan and his parents. A situation that never crossed my mind before.

I sat next to Oma Fani. I lowered my gaze, I dare not raise this face to look around me. Even when the others teased Ivan for being caught stealing glances at me, I just kept quiet and bowed in shame.

"Darling, how? Are you ready to accept Ivan's proposal?" ask dad to me.

I nodded slowly in response. Of course, I went through various considerations that I had thought carefully. Honestly, I don't feel anything right now. But I don't want to disappoint them all.

"Alhamdulillah" cried everyone in unison.

I lifted my face, I smiled seeing the happy twinkle on their faces all. I just hope that my decision is the best for everyone.

"It's the ring darling." Aunt Rita took a heart-shaped velvet box from inside her bag and handed it to Ivan's sister.

Looking at the velvet box that is now in the grasp of Ivan's brother, I became reminded of the incident when I was only used as a guinea pig by Devin. I smiled bitterly when I remembered the incident. It's really sad, it turns out I only needed when there was a want.

"Din, Brother put it up?" asked Ivan with a smile that never faded from his handsome face.

I just nodded. I don't know why I can't say anything. I'm afraid I'm wrong to talk. Then Ivan began to put a ring that was the right size on my ring finger. So did I, I also put it on Ivan's little finger.

I stared at the ring Ivan had just pinned on my ring finger. I tried to accept with great courage all these statements, though I admit there was no feeling in my heart. However, I did not want to make the good man in front of me disappointed. However, I once felt love clapping one hand and it really hurt.

Maybe this is the path of destiny I have to go through. I was married to someone I loved, but he hurt me. I just hope this relationship is better than ever. Although there is still no love, at least the presence of Ivan's brother has been able to treat my trauma will be bitter in the household.

The show tonight went well. I left my room first because I had left my baby too long and also Mama Intan. I don't want Mama Intan to feel that she is no longer considered to be her existence.

"Ma, why Mama?" I asked as I looked at the face of the middle-aged woman before me wet with tears.

"Dear." Mama came up to me and took me in her arms.

"W-is there no more opportunity for your child?" mama Intan asked.

"No, Honey. For Mama, you are the best woman for Devin. Moreover, there is already Vina among you. Mama please, give Mama's child one more chance," persuaded mama Intan as he broke his embrace.

"Sorry Ma, all of this is not that simple. Adinda and Devin are officially divorced. Wouldn't if Adinda wanted to refer to Devin, Adinda had to marry another man first?" my many.

"Yes, too, but why isn't the Author? He immediately referred to me," insinuated mama Intan.

(Why the Author brought yes 🤔)

"Ma, maybe this is already the destiny path of Adinda and Devin who must be like this. Although Adinda can no longer be together with Devin, at least the two of us can still be friends like before. Even Adinda will still be Mama's daughter," I said while removing the remaining tears on Mama Intan's cheeks.

"All right then. Mama can't force you to take Devin back. I just wish you happiness, baby. Hopefully your current husband-to-be can give that happiness," said Mama Intan while smiling at me.

Finally, Mama Intan was able to accept my decision. Although I don't have the heart to hurt the feelings of women who have been second mothers to me, but I don't want to fall into the same hole. Because as far as I know Devin, he's the type of person who can't guess what his heart is. Sometimes he is friendly, but can also be very cold.

"Oh yeah, why didn't you come down for dinner?" my many.

"So bi Ningsing called Mama to come to dinner together, but Mama was not hungry yet. So, Mama decided to stay here" replied Mama Intan.

"Then Mama ate it now. Adinda does not want if later papa Bima blames Adinda for seeing Mama getting thinner here," I persuaded.

"You can do this. Look at this Mama. During the week Mama here, Mama's body is getting stretched. My mom only eats and sleeps. Even the night can not follow up staying up because you do not allow," said mama Intan.

"She just doesn't want her to be exhausted. My mom ate first. Let Adinda tell bi Ningsing to bring Mama's dinner here, "persuade me.

"All right if this mother's child is forcing." I smiled happily as Mama Intan agreed to dinner.

Three months later, according to the plan that had been set, today was my wedding day with Brother Ivan. This is my second marriage. There was no party like before. Just a simple event by mutual agreement.

I smiled to see my appearance in the mirror. Ivan really kept his word. It makes me a special person. Could it be that the seeds of love have sprouted in my heart?

Which woman will not be captivated by the charm of the handsome doctor who is now calling out the phrase qabul aloud below. As long as I knew him, I never found anything bad about him.

Drrtt drrtt drrtt

Rectangular flattened objects that ring incessantly. I noticed a row of numbers on the phone screen that seemed familiar to me. I shifted the green phone handle icon so as not to just guess about the identity of the caller.

"Assalamualaikum," I cried as the call connected.

"Girisham, Din!" yelled at the person across there who kept me still.