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That day, after taking Laila to school, and taking her to play until she was completely satisfied, Dareen took Daisha to her house. They arrived almost late at night, at twenty-two o'clock to be exact.

Unexpected when he arrived home, Dewi was holding a welcoming party for his future daughter-in-law, Aleena. There are many guests who come to meet the entire house even though only socialite friends of the Goddess.

Most of them are rich people, wives of officials, and businessmen in Jakarta. Their look is elegant, as if they are racing to spread wealth. Luxury cars are neatly parked in the yard, the bags they use are all from famous brands that there is only one in the world.

They chatted in the living room that was transformed into a festive party. The long table contains various kinds of food and drinks served perfectly. Behind him a row of uniformed waitresses stood in service. Not to mention the servants who passed by to deliver food and drink, also took the abandoned ones.

Truly a feast of nobles with classical music performed by famous solo singers. Surely the Goddess spent a lot of money for the party. She knew that day Dareen would bring Daisha home, and deliberately throw a party for Aleena to make Daisha feel left out.

However, it had no effect on him, he still looked relaxed and calm as well as ordinary. Oh, is it because he's blind? Until it did not react as the Goddess wanted because it could not see.

"Sister, what's the party at this sister's house?" daisha whispers when he hears the hustle and bustle of human voices and music is played.

"Right, maybe Mom made it. The guests inside were all friends of the mother," Dareen replied as she tightened the circle of Daisha's hands on her arms.

The two of them entered the party room, Dareen had no intention of greeting or joining the party. He knew the party was neither for him nor to welcome Daisha.

However, when their footsteps arrived under the stairs and were about to tread, a mocking voice stopped him.

"Miss Goddess, is that your blind daughter-in-law? Too bad, beautiful, but useless. What's for?"

Daisha lowered her head, her body naturally trembling hearing the humiliation of a completely unknown stranger. Dareen also felt a turbulent emotion. There, Daisha is not alone, what if she is alone? Will they be more courageous?

"Here you go, don't care. Let them alone, the child is stubborn," said the Goddess who is indifferent to the feelings of her own biological child.

A mother should defend her child, a mother should not insult her child's choice. However, the Goddess did not reflect the attitude of a mother and put forward her prestige. He is not willing to recognize Daisha as a daughter-in-law in the house of Dewantara.

Dareen clenched both hands tightly, but Daisha held back her emotions. He shook his head as Dareen looked at him.

"Mrs Goddess, why don't you make a welcome party for your new daughter-in-law too? It seems like someone is forcing his way into the Dewantara family," said another increasingly makes the atmosphere heated up.

"Will there be a metropolitan version of Cinderella? Like in those FTV movies?"

The laughter of the rich is unusual. They still sound elegant and hold the image of a respectable woman.

"Leave it. Don't get carried away, I'm tired after playing with Laila all day. Can we just go straight to the room? Being here makes my head dizzy" Daisha whispered softly in Dareen's ear.

"It's only because of you that I'm silent. If not, I'll make sure to silence the mouths of the demons" Dareen said in annoyance.

Daisha chuckled while shaking her head, inviting attention from them. The two eyebrows of the esteemed women were clinging to each other, astonished by Daisha's light and calm laughter. He was completely emotionless and relaxed as usual.

"Silence does not mean losing. Silence is a powerful weapon to silence those who talk a lot. So, if there is something demeaning, just be quiet and do not be served," Daisha said gently while tightening her hand circle.

"You're right, honey. How much better we are now to the room to spend time together," said Dareen while inviting Daisha to continue the steps that had been delayed.

Why do they look ordinary? It seems like the girl is just pretending to be strong. Let's see, how long have you stayed in this house?

The goddess grumbled in annoyance, her plan making Daisha out of the way failed. In fact, the woman remained calm even after receiving humiliation from them. What other plan was laid out in his cunning brain?

"Now, don't mind them anymore. We just continue the party, the star at this party is there," said Dewi while pointing to Aleena who was talking to her friends.

Without them noticing, one of the invited guests noticed Daisha. He stared fixedly at Dareen's wife with an unusual look. Inwardly wondering about Daisha who was not so foreign in his eyes.

The party continued, the couple continued their activities in the room. The mansion was controlled by the women, her mother's friends. There were hardly any men in the party other than the security guard standing guard on the terrace.

"Darling, aren't you mad at them at all?" dareen asked as she arranged Daisha's clothes in the closet.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, forbidden Dareen to do anything. She smiled at the husband's question.

"Not at all. Wh-wh-what for? Don't they all know me and don't know who I am? So, it was only natural that they insulted me like that. If they knew who I was, they wouldn't insult me like that" Daisha replied calmly.

Dareen was stunned, knew or didn't think someone didn't deserve to demean others. Moreover, they do not know who has been degraded. Sometimes, people act without thinking. After feeling the fatal consequences, then realize his wrong actions.

He continued the work of putting together clothes, wanting to enlist the help of the assistants at home, but they were being preoccupied by the mother's party. Be it, he does it himself quickly and takes Daisha to explore the dreamland.

"I miss living in the village. It feels peaceful and nothing humbles you. Should we just stay there?" said Dareen while hugging the body of the wife who was lying face to face.

Daisha's hand was raised, palpating Dareen's cheek gently. He smiled, deep down he wanted to go back to live in the village. Settled there, building a simple happy family.

"Happiness is what determines itself. No matter where we live. If we're not busy with other people's business, then we'll feel happiness."