Married Badboy Tengil
Dion's suspicions

"What! Your phone is missing? Lost where, honey. How can it be?" alvin asked as he continued to hug Aliya very tightly.

"So fell when I almost fell off Rooftop"

"Jas. You used a dowry phone from me huh"

Without them knowing, it turns out that outside there is Farel who witnessed all that. The door to Alvin's apartment was open. Therefore, Farel could very clearly witness what Alvin did and Alvin said.

"Don't be sad again, honey. You use the phone that I made our wedding dowry" said Alvin again while continuing to hug Aliya tightly.

The deg!

Farel was quite surprised to hear Alvin's words. The dowry? A wedding? Gosh darn. They do not realize if they forget to close the apartment door.

"What! Did I hear wrong. So, Aliya and Alvin are a married couple" he said, still glued to the spot.

Hearing that fact made his heart beat in pain. It is undeniable that Farel has really loved Aliya since he first met.

Farel decided to pass there. I don't want to feel any more wounds. "It turns out I love the woman of my own best friend" he said, sounding very soft.

****

"Already, Mother. When will you be like this. That incident has been a long time. We'd better get Namira. Let him be calm in nature" Smith said gently as he rubbed the tip of his wife's head.

"How can you be sincere, Dad. Namira's shadow is always imagined. Mommy misses her so much, Dad" Cyra replied in between her sobs.

"We're going home now, Mother. Looks like it's lunchtime. Kasian if the kids come home we're not home"

Cyra simply nodded without answering a word. Little Namira's face was always imagined and made her feel pain.

Smith drove out his car as he occasionally turned to look at Cyra who was staring out the window. Smith knew exactly how his wife was feeling right now. Today, this date is the day they find the figure of the little boy they think is Namira. Just because his posture and clothes are the same.

"It doesn't feel like it's been 12 years. It has been that long Mira left mother" said Cyra Lirih

"Yes, Mother. We must be able to learn sincerely, It has been 12 years that incident. Please, Mother don't keep going like this"

"Easy,Yeah. It feels like mother really hard to just forget about our youngest child. The wound is still very pronounced, Dad"

"Yes, I know. But anyway, we should be able to take Namira. Let him calm down"

"Goddessa, Dad. Hope your mother can"

Dion, who had just finished his bath, looked back at the phone he had found at school. The man approached the phone and picked it up. Turning on the phone is very curious about the owner.

"Who does this phone have. I was really curious" he said while turning on the phone.

"This is Aliya's picture. The 12th grade freshman was right" he said as he continued to stare at the screen of Aliya's cellphone that had been lit

Dion's getting curious. The man returned to compose Aliya's cell phone. Open some incoming messages there.

Dttt.....Dttt....Dttt...

My husband's

Seeing a message coming in from a contact named Alvin made Dion more curious. Dion cares if it's someone else's privacy. For sure, Dion wants to know a lot about Aliya. Even more so after their meeting at the mall that time.

There are several incoming messages as well Miss call from the contact number named My husband. That made Dion's curiosity grow.

Both of Dion's eyes were rounded as he read the message sent by a contact named My husband

[ Honey. Where are you? who's home with? I am panicking looking for you everywhere ]

Missed voice call

[ Honey. I beg. Please answer my phone. Or you can reply to my message. Don't make me panic like this, baby ]

Missed Video call

"Who has this number? Why did Aliya give her my fairytale husband's name. Do not-don't Aliya was married to him" said Dion while continuing to read messages there.

"But wait. If you look at the profile picture, I think I know who owns this number" Dion said again, taking out his own phone.

"Alvin zeandra abiman. Yeah, this is the kid's cell phone number. Don't tell me the two of them are a couple"

Because he felt increasingly curious, Dion finally decided to open the gallery on Aliya's phone. Most likely all the questions were in that gallery.

Luckily, Aliya's phone didn't use a password. So Dion could easily see the contents of the cell phone he met earlier. The phone belongs to Aliya Pratiwi.

After the gallery was open. Dion rounded his eyes"This photo. This is a photo of Namira as a child" he said slowly while staring at a photo of a child on Aliya's phone.