Mohabbat
Foreign Woman

"You sure of your decision?" daisha asked as she walked around the party.

"Why ask something for which the answer is obvious?" sahut Dareen while looking at the cool guests dancing in the room.

In the distance, the couple looked happy. They went down to the dance with the other guests. Tucked between them, the old couple also looks happy.

They're Goddesses and Bardy. The two are swept away in a festive rage, unlike at Dareen and Daisha's wedding. Some were burning, but not smoky. Dareen's heart was very sick to see it, felt not considered at all, slowly eliminated from the family side.

However, that is the choice, there is no need for a regret that will only weaken the soul. Simply always thank God that His gift is the best.

"Sister, why are you shaking? Is something troubling your mind?" daisha asked as she realistically felt the tremors in Dareen's body.

The man gasped, the emotions in his chest involuntarily channeled to make the body tremble. He sighed, took a look away from all of them and continued his steps towards a separate chair.

"Nothing, I was just watching the guests" Dareen replied lying.

He pulls up a chair for Daisha, sitting side by side enjoying time together.

"Yes, you saw Laila? Alfin took her to this party." Daisha remembered her sister.

Since her arrival to the party, she has not met Laila. Dareen searched for the two, she chuckled as her eyes caught two figures standing in front of a long table filled with food and drink.

"They were enjoying the meal. Why is it that the more days, the more it looks appropriate? Maybe they are in a match," Dareen chirped to Daisha's smile.

If all that concerns the happiness of Laila, then no need to ask again how happy Daisha is. There was nothing he wanted in this world but to see the teenagers he cared for growing up well and happy.

"Let it go" he said, dropping his head on Dareen's shoulder.

The dance continues, the cake cutting event even looks festive and greeted by the enthusiasm of the guests. Dareen frowned, when Mr. Nugraha had a serious conversation with Dewi and Bardy. However, whatever the old man did, he made sure he would never succeed in separating him from Daisha.

The goddess seemed to admire the figure of the girl, the shameless girl wanted a husband of people. How is such a person called educated? While he disturbs the happiness of others?

"Sister, are you shaking again? What are you looking at?" Daisha moved from Dareen's shoulders.

Looking at her husband, though invisible. Daisha touched the man's face, cupping him with both hands. He smiled, his eyes full of love. Unlimited and great love for her.

"What are you worried about? If they don't see you anymore, don't care. We have our own lives to build. When one world leaves us, we must create another world. Not even slumped and became weak," said Daisha while dropping his head on the chest of Dareen field.

The man's heartbeat did show that he was feeling anxious, but after hearing Daisha's words slowly calmed down. Daisha is the world she wants, the world she chooses without coercion. The world he had to make happy without tears and the heavy burden of life.

Why then think of another world if no one accepts it? Is correct. Creating your own world, no need to live in someone else's world. Dareen clutches the woman's body, tucking her sweet potatoes friendly. I don't want to lose the world a second time.

Once his world was destroyed, even some memories had not returned. What kind of accident caused him to plunge into the river so that he was met with Daisha? There was no other clue but himself.

"sorry. I'm bothering you guys, but can I talk to your wife, Young Master?" reprimand a woman with a classic elegant look like noble wives.

"I'm Helen, a friend of the Goddess Lady. I'd like to talk to your wife, both." The woman confirmed the sentence with a sharpening eye highlight.

His distinctive smile was still perfectly formed, awaiting Dareen's approval.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't leave my wife alone with a stranger" Dareen said, not allowing her to stay away from Daisha.

The woman stood upright, her age was not much different from the Goddess, but she looked younger and had no wrinkles on her face at all. She looks like a nice, classy woman, but who would have thought? Those who he considered family only had the heart to hurt and wanted to separate, let alone Helen who incidentally was a stranger.

"I understand, Young Master. I just wanted to ask him a few things, and this is a secret. I just wanted to talk to him to make sure of something. Not wanting to do anything bad to him. So, am I allowed?"

The woman does not care about Dareen who always wants to stick with Daisha. Wait with a firm look right at both Dareen beads.

"Sorry, Madam -"

"It's okay, Brother. Besides, Miss Helen just wanted to talk to me. I don't feel any danger, so you take it easy everything is safe" Daisha said as Dareen refused to return the woman's request.

Helen smiled, from the look of her eyes she admired the figure of Daisha. Dareen also saw that, unlike most rich women who would sneer at Daisha even though only through the eyes.

Dareen turned to his wife, looking doubtfully at Daisha's decision to leave him alone.

"Are you sure he won't hurt you, baby? Need me to put a bodyguard around here to take care of you?" ask Dareen worriedly.

Daisha chuckles to hear it, but it is Dareen who always wants to protect her despite knowing Daisha is even capable of defeating opponents stronger than her.

"No need, I just need you to protect me. Just keep an eye on us from where you're waiting. I'll be fine." Daisha clasped Dareen's hand, expressing her feelings through the touch of a hand.

The man snorted, looking back at Helen with a bead that radiated firmly and sharply.

"good. I allow it, but don't try to hurt him. Just a strand of hair you touch, I will not stay silent to reply," threatened Dareen not to mess around.

Helen smiled, she nodded slowly. Stay as calm as you are with the nobles.

"You take it easy, Young Master. I promise I won't touch her unless she does it herself" Helen said, creating a frown on Dareen's forehead.

"Already, Brother. It's okay, let us talk. Perhaps this is a secret between women only" Daisha's sergeant before her husband chimed in on Helen's remarks.

Once again Dareen stared doubtfully at Daisha, who finally moved as well. He joined Alfin and Laila watched the wife who was facing the noble woman.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about, Mrs Helen?" daisha asked to open the conversation.

"Mm.m ...."