Sacred In Stain
Dear Papa

Chapters 102. Dear Papa

Khalisa and Yudhis had just finished their date meal on the top floor of the mall, which was at Yudhis restaurant when Dion found the two of them getting out of the elevator.

Throwing his cigarette butts away, Dion slammed down the escalator. No matter the pace, he even bumped into a few people walking from the opposite direction, as his focus continued to be on the beautiful blue-blamed woman who was being held by the handsome perlente man.

The figure that is being sought for its existence without Amanda's knowledge, now makes his eyes almost jump out when looking directly not only through blurry CCTV footage. The woman who was wasted first, the more beautiful and shining in Muslim clothing, felt something wavering squeaking behind her chest cavity.

From a distance, Dion saw the backs of the two men heading towards the hallway that led to the parking area, a distance they were quite far away, although Dion ran around while calling Khalisa's name, it has not succeeded in making his steps following or making Khalisa turn his head.

Trying even harder, he finally cut the distance even further. After getting close enough, so impatiently Dion shouted loudly, right when he reached the door that became the boundary area in the mall with a parking lot of vehicles.

“Khalisa! Khalisa wait!” he screamed with a breath.

Unknowingly, from earlier Khalisa returned the grip of Yudhis hand that was clutching his palm, still in the position of hands joined together, Khalisa turned towards the source of the deafening voice that called his name, Khalisa said, yudhis did the same.

“Mas Dion,” his great-grandson gasped with netra breaking.

The mixture of shock is also heartache that returns so painful when he meets face to face again with someone who has incised a deep wound in his heart, looking at him one eye, trivializing and discarding his devotion to love, he said, separate him from the boy cruelly.

The readiness that hit Khalisa can also be felt from Yudhis strong hand grip Khalisa. Hearing the name of Dion, the instincts of his male beetle as the owner of the flower puja gushed to the surface. Highlight the eyes of Yudhis sharpened with hardened jaws, pulling Khalisa in a slow motion to get closer to him.

“Khalisa, you're right Khalisa right?”

Dion stepped slowly, still while managing his agitated breath. Squeezing the sense of sight, observing in a bias of disbelief. His feet seemed to float without retracing, his basket eyes enchanted charm accompanied by a lump of selfishness not willing to take off the increasingly at home entrenched in his chest now.

Dion was busy scanning Khalisa which now makes him pangling. The woman he dumped and considered meaningless more alluring and more beautiful than before, not comparable to Gladys especially Amanda, made him not accept because Khalisa did not fall. Dion was too happy, convinced Khalisa was very happy with him and must have suffered from being banished by him, but precisely what happened outside the expectations, never thought Khalisa even became more charming after separating from him.

Brave Khalisa raised his chin, as Yudhis had told him, that he had to be brave, against the inferiority and trauma in him, too, remnants of the intimidation that once often obtained Khalisa due to being treated inhumanely by the surrounding, especially the Dion family.

“I think Mas Dion's eyes are still normal and good, right? Of course it's me, ex-husband sir!” ketus Khalisa sharp, emphasized the word ex-husband with more assertive intonation.

“Where is Afkar? Where did you take Afkar and where do you live now?” cecar Dion pressing. Wanting to repeat the intimidation and confident Khalisa will shrink as it has been.

“Where do I live and where do I take Afkar at the moment all that is not necessary I report to Mas Dion. But for sure I took my son through official procedures with my lawyer, not by force as Mas did me. Taking him away without warning, not telling me even though I begged where you guys had suddenly moved to take my son, forcibly separating him from me, putting forward selfish and inhuman requirements to hold back my meeting with Afkar, put up a ransom with some money which means it's the same Mas sell Afkar! Our business will be resolved through the path that should be in the court,” always Khalisa firmly, his eyeballs lightning full of anger.

“Cih, the first time accompanied by a lawyer only you are arrogant now. Just wait, your arrogance won't last long, we'll see who wins later. You should also remember, Khalisa. I deserve to see Afkar and know where he is because I am his father! You can't go like this!” insist Dion shameless.

Next to Khalisa's hands clenched, his breathing roared, the corner of his eyes pooled accumulated pent-up anger, and the nelsa recalled the moment when she saw a sick Afkar rolled helplessly in the maid's bed.

“You think you deserve to be called a mother, huh? Do you have the cost to support Afkar? Got a house for where Afkar lives? Also this is suspicious, from where do you have the capital to pay the lawyer also the cost to change the appearance of your village, even though I have stopped working as an OB? It doesn't make sense, even if you're still working, an OB salary might not be enough to meet all of that. Don't you pick up a rich guy and be a pet sugar daddy? It could be that your covered appearance is just camouflage. It really fits, according to your sloping origin, cheesy! Is she his sugar daddy?” cerocos Dion mocked, raising his chin at the silent Yudhis, just looking flat without expression.

“Dragon your mouth Mr Dion!” khalisa's grow emotional.

Unraveling his grasp, Yudhis embraces Khalisa's possessive, friendly waist. Squeezing it gently, channeling calmness and strength to Khalisa whose face was already flushed red with anger accompanied by his shiny wet eyeballs.

Dion looked up and saw where Judah's hand had landed. Yudhis carved a smile, remained calm then said, “Not a sugar daddy, but I am his legal companion Khalisa.”

“Legal companion? So you're the lawyer who wants to help the moneyless Khalisa? What's Khalisa paying you for, huh? He certainly has no money. Did he pay for your services with his body?” Dion smirked at Khalisa. He also scanned Yudhis from head to toe, and it was not difficult to deduce how charismatic this figure was only from the watches he wore.

“Ah, unfortunately not so concept. Because besides legal escort, I am also his life companion now,” Yudhis replied straightforwardly. Stay elegant classy.

“What do you mean?” sambar Dion fast.

“Include, I'm Yudhistira Lazuardi. Khalisa's lawyer and her husband. We are married, do you not want to congratulate?”

“Married?” Dion parroted like a fool who was thrown a bomb right on his crown. Surprised not a bitch.

“Yes, married. Ah, look Mr. Dion, your business with my wife will be settled at the green table officially. But, maybe I'll send another subpoena, with accusations of defamation because you've licked my wife's mistress is also cheap. Get ready, because that could be one of the factors that can weaken your chances of winning in court,” obviously Yudhis without shouting like Dion did.

“And one more thing, Khalisa does not need a sugar daddy to help his business also makes it more charming than before, because the beauty of Khalisa comes from his heart that is as beautiful as his face plus the full attention of the husband, because the beauty of Khalisa comes from his heart, understandably her husband used to not give her attention properly,” Yudhis quipped. “Come, Dear Mother, we go home, later you catch a cold if it is too long here.” Yudhis said attentively while glancing fondly at Khalisa, making Dion more and more burning with rage.

Khalisa impulsively wrapped his arms around Yudhis's waist, wanting to make Dion even more furious once he found Dion's reaction to not having married again.

“Come on, dear Papa, take me home as soon as possible. The atmosphere here is not good. Maybe a lot of dedemits. See you in court, Mr. Dion,” insisted Khalisa as he sauntered away, leaving Dion in a daze.

Yudhis car sped away, while Dion, who was frozen, was yelled at and approached by two security guards for throwing cigarette butts. Not resisting or rebelling when the guards pulled his arm rough, too surprised at the marriage sentence thrown by the man who declared himself as a lawyer and husband Khalisa.

“Married?” he mumbled in disbelief. “Make sure you guys are bragging!” his screams were unconsciously being dragged in while being ridiculed for breaking mall regulations.

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