Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
S2. Relinquish
"Are you ready, Dance?" meysa asked her sister.
"Should Dance come, sister?" The girl sighed.
"Follow it, Auntie," said Gevan.
Nengangguk then sat on the sofa. Tonight there is a hospital birthday event where her brother works and I don't know what motive her brother is to invite her to come along, but it has nothing to do with her at all.
"Wear the dress you bought yesterday. Quickly change there!" tell Meysa to her sister.
Mentari nodded and went inside his room to get ready, in fact he was bargaining to refuse to come along because he was not in the mood to be in the outside world.
"I remember the same dress that Mas Divta bought for me." The girl opened her closet and stared at a beautiful and luxurious dress hanging there.
"All memories remain" she smiled wryly as she rubbed the front of the dress.
"Mas, Dance kangen the same Mas. How are you and the kids there? It's been a long time since we met. May Mas and Doctor Audrey be happy forever" the girl said with a fake smile.
She took the dress and hugged it while permeating the presence of Divta here. This dress was Divta's first gift when they went to the wedding and the man clasped his hands tightly as if to convince himself that all would be well.
Divta also defended him when Chelsea insulted and censured him and said he did not deserve to be with Divta.
"Mas, why is it so hard to let you go with someone else. Is this really the highest level of love? It is a pain that cannot be explained by words." He wiped his tears violently. Then I looked back at the dress beautifully.
"I'll keep this dress until later, Mas."
She kept the dress and picked up the dress her brother gave her. Then put on that fancy dress that fit well on her slender body. Although village girls who rarely do care like city women in general but Mentari is very beautiful with white skin and a slim body with above average height.
She smiled sweetly staring at her reflection in front of the mirror. Without make-up, she is beautiful. Especially if it is in makeup, maybe the glasses many times.
"You should be able to, Dance. Believe that one day you will be happy too. You are still young. Your journey is still long" he murmured to encourage himself.
The girl came out of her room in the dress that her sister gave her. A small bag hung on his shoulder as well as heels wrapped around his tiered legs.
"Well, your dance is so pretty," praised Meysa, who was amazed to see her sister's beauty.
"Sister just realized that he has a beautiful sister?" Mentari blinked his eyes ignorantly.
Meysa chuckled softly, she was happy to see her sister who could smile back. He does not want Mentari to be dissolved in sadness because life will always run in the midst of the strange life.
Gevan also looked at the girl unblinking and he felt that something was wrong with his heart. Soon the handsome man turned his face away. Don't let what he's afraid of really happen. Mentari is like her mother. So it is impossible for a child to fall in love with his own mother.
"You guys ready?" ask Rizel.
"Here you go, my mom."
"Gevan just as you bring Aunt Dance. It doesn't seem to fit a car!" rizel said to his son.
"Yes, Pa," said Gevan.
Gevan and Mentari get into the sports car owned by his nephew. Mentari remained silent without saying a word. All the things that he lived like always reminded him of the figure of Divta that now he could not reach anymore.
"Why?" Gevan glanced at his aunt.
"Eatya if you are not ready for heartbreak do not try to fall in love" Gevan quipped.
"So, as if you have experience," Mentari replied.
Gevan laughed loudly and it made Mentari shudder in horror. Because his annoying nephew never laughed all this time because Gevan's face was always flat and expressionless.
"Of course, don't forget I'm the most handsome guy on campus!" gevan praised himself.
"Have you ever dated?" The mentor slammed his eyes suspiciously.
"Hem, not yet." Gevan scratches while scratching his nape that does not itch.
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On the other hand, Divta was staring at her reflection in front of the mirror. Tonight he was invited to the hospital's anniversary event in collaboration with the union. Actually he could not attend the event but because he was a leader who had to protect his aides.
"Dance, where are you, honey? Forgive Mas. He promised to find you and we'd be together again. Mama has blessed us, baby. You must be happy" muttered Divta.
The handsome man who is always authoritative is actually weak when talking about feelings. He wasn't that strong hiding all the pain inside his chest.
Divta breathed a sigh of relief that her mother had now come to her senses and apologized to her and canceled her engagement plan with Audrey. He could not imagine what his life would be like with a woman he did not love at all. Divta was just afraid of hurting the feelings of others, it was enough of her that she felt pain.
"Papa" called Al and El who walked into his father's room.
"Yes, Son?" Divta turned around and welcomed her two sons.
"Do we want to cali Mama, Pa?" al asked with teary eyes.
"Yes, Pa. El kangen with Mama," continued El.
Divta sat on the lip of the bed while looking at her two twin sons. He also did not know where to look for Mentari, because now he did not know where the girl was.
"We just pray yes, may we meet Mama," Divta explained to her two children.
The two twin boys understood and agreed.
"Yes already, come on," Divta asked.
The three men came out of the room with their hands together. Al and El never asked where her birth mother was. Maybe they both don't know who their real mother is. After separating from Divta, Chelsea did not care at all about the twins.
After Divta came to the Chelsea house and reprimanded the woman through her parents until now Chelsea was lost like swallowed by the earth. No word on him, where did he disappear to? Is he pulling over and trying to forget his obsession with Divta?
"You guys ready?" ask Melly.
They are invited by the family, because Ferdy and Melly are former doctors who have retired in their old age. Both spent time and old age playing with their two grandchildren.
Seriate....