
"Who is he, Divta?!" hardik Chelsea looked at Mentari with hate.
"Sorry Miss, I am only the Young Master's nanny," Mentari replied as she lowered her head in cold sweat pouring down her forehead.
"Oh so your taste is down, Div?" chelsea Ledek.
Divta kept quiet while holding the hand of the sun. He could feel that this girl was terrified.
"Whoever I relate it's none of your business" said Divta coldly and utterly unafraid of Chelsea's angry face.
"Obviously my business, I'm still your wife" Chelsea said with confidence.
"That was then, not now!" sergeant Divta with a wry smile.
Chelsea was annoyed with his red face.
"Listen to me Divta. I won't let anyone have you including this village girl!" chelsea.
After saying and making the woman walk away. They are the center of attention because they are still at the party. Fortunately Divta is a person who is respected by people who are there so that he is not judged.
"You okay?" ask her to the down-down Mentari.
Half-dead mentari held back his embarrassment. Her left hand squeezed the end of the dress she was wearing. He is poor but also has feelings.
"I'm fine, sir," said Mentari with a faint smile.
"Yes let's go home" Divta died. Mentari answered with a nod.
Both of them left the hotel. Mentari did not say a word, Chelsea's words were still ringing in his head. Was he that bad and poor that he deserved to be despised?
"Don't think of Chelsea's words" Divta glanced at Mentari. "I have nothing to do with him. He's just my ex-wife" explained Divta again who was afraid if Mentari misunderstood.
"Yes sir," the girl replied again throwing her eyes to the side.
Mentari is just plain ordinary whose life standard is below average. Behind that innocent face he had a weak side that he had never shown others.
"Don't put it in the heart" said Divta again saw the face of Mentari who looked unfriendly.
Arriving at the Divta residence, the two people of different ages and genders got off the motorbike. Mentari's face looks sad because it remembers Chelsea's humiliation.
"Sir, I go first" said Mentari.
"She's just taking a break."
The mentor walked quickly into his room. He held the clear melt he had on his cheek. She was indeed a poor girl but when hearing the insults from Chelsea made her heart throb pain.
"What's wrong with you, son?" susanti asked looking at her daughter's sad face.
"Mom" call Mentari.
The girl hugged her mother while crying. For some reason the words of Chelsea who said she was a poor girl were still ringing in her head. He was indeed poor but he also had self-esteem and feelings.
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Divta stared at Mentari's room, feeling guilty and uncomfortable for the girl.
"Sorry Dance," he said.
Divta is not close to the babysitter, so she does not know the true nature of Mentari.
"I feel bad about Dance" muttered Divta.
"Chelsea. Chelsea."
He shook his head when he remembered Chelsea's attitude that did not give up on his love. Though it was clear if Divta refused the return of Chelsea in his life but the woman did not give up until now.
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Sorry guys are less healthy so only 500 kataš¤§