Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Curious
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"How's Nara doing?" asked Mr. Dante glanced at me who was silent with a blank look.
"That's fine, sir," I said.
I took a long breath. Hearing Mom's advice asking me to investigate and find out who my real parents are, made me think of Mr. Dante.
"What's wrong?" ask Mr. Dante, like I know I'm thinking.
"Sir of the late wife's family, where do you live?" ask me curious.
His forehead shriveled in wonder. Surely Mr. Dante was wondering why I suddenly asked this.
"Why?"
"I just want to know, sir," I replied half irritatedly. I need answers not questions.
"They live in Jakarta" replied Mr. Dante.
Like his Mr. Dante doesn't want to talk about his late wife. Though I really want to pry who is Mr Dante's wife? My mother said I'm a twin, but haven't asked where Mom and Dad know if I'm a twin? Didn't they find me since the baby? Does that mean they know where my biological parents are?
"You're like he's curious about my wife?" asked Mr. Dante to look at me suspiciously. .
Obviously I want to know, Mr. Dante's late wife because her face is very similar to mine. Especially when I said I was a twin mom.
"Don't misunderstand, sir. I just want to know why the face of the late wife of the Father can look like me? Are we twins apart? Or could we be deliberately separated?" I said guess and was really curious. I wonder what I used to be found in front of the house.
Mr. Dante looked silent, he was refocused on driving. I'm sure Mr. Dante knows something I can't, but what? I really wonder what I can't know?
"Sir, you better keep a little distance with me and the kids. I don't want everyone to think I'm flirting with you" I said. I'm not the kind of person who can withstand something I want to say.
"Why think about other people's feelings? We are not doing anything wrong" replied Mr. Dante casually.
"I don't think about the feelings of others sir. But I think about my feelings and the kids, I don't want an incident like _"
"Divta?" cut it.
I looked at Mr. Dante with full investigation, from where he knew about Divta. I never told him about Divta and Chelsea?
"Do you know?" I'm facing Mr. Dante. "Know where Sir? I've never told you this?" ask me to investigate.
"Of course I know," he replied casually.
"Yes, you know where?" I urge curious.
Mr. Dante just kept quiet and showed his cold face. While I was directly emotional, she really knew or did so know.
I folded both my hands on my chest in annoyance and fury. Why does everyone always make me emotional and want to be angry?
"I overheard you talking to Divta in the hospital yesterday" she explained. "Chelsea is my brother-in-law" he continued.
I was shocked and stared at Mr. Dante.
"Sister-in-law?" ask me not to believe
"Is Chelsea your wife's sister?" ask me curious. What is this, why is it like there are so many puzzles running around my head? Has Mr. Dante and Divta known each other for a long time but they pretend not to know, like in novels?
"More precisely stepbrother," replied Mr. Dante.
I leaned my back and closed my eyes. I breathed as much as possible to remove the strange taste in my chest.
"Have you and Divta known each other before you met me?" ask me curious.
"Yes" he answered.
I don't understand why they're hiding this reality and pretending like they're just meeting? They were both in-laws but why did it seem incompatible?
"Why are you so surprised?" ask him relax.
"Obviously surprised sir, because when I first introduced Mr. Divta, you were like strangers. Divta also did not say if she knew you, "I was upset.
"Oh."
This guy is like a refrigerator. It is cold, but it can also be warm. Did Mr Dante think that I had any intention of approaching him? Really the thought is not in my head at all, there is no good thing I approached Mr. Dante. I don't need treasure or good looks. I don't even know if I can open my heart to new people?
"My brother came down just a little bit," I said.
"Lho, why? It's a long way away." His forehead wrinkled in wonder.
"I want to buy breakfast, sir," I replied reasoned.
"Yes, I've bought it, I'm waiting." He pulled his car over.
"Mr go first. It's not far away, sir," I said, releasing the sealbeat on my body. I hope he does.
"It's still far away, it's okay for me to wait. Buy me too. I haven't had breakfast," he said. He took two pieces of red money in his wallet. Rich people want to buy breakfast that comes out red money.
"Just use my money, sir," I refused.
"Just use my money. Tomorrow's the change." He gave the money to me.
I snatched an upset. If only he wasn't my boss, I'd definitely get a fist fight.
I took the money out of his hands and got out of the car. Though earlier I just reasoned that not one car with him, I did not want to be seen by the employees. They will think that I am taking advantage of the situation.
I approached a yellow rice seller not far from Mr. Dante's car, but I had breakfast. But in order to avoid one car with her I was instead stuck. Is this the name of deliberately eating master?
I brought the bag of crackle into the car, I just spent the two hundred thousand that Mr. Dante gave me, let's just say in the revenge edition.
"Would you eat that much?" his forehead shriveled in wonder.
"No. I'll share it with others later. Who knows, they haven't had breakfast yet" I replied forcing a sweet smile. I hope he's angry because the money ran out, after that he must have assumed that I matre so I can stay away from him.
"Oh good," he said.
I took a long breath. Why is this person so relaxed? Is he not dear, two hundred thousand money runs out just to buy breakfast?
I went back to silent mode. My mind is back to wandering. The departure of Mas Galvin still left a deep wound in my heart. He was a man who lived with me for a long time. To be honest after she wasn't around, it was like something was missing in my chest cavity.
Seriate....