Sacred In Stain
Miris

Chapters 126. Miris

Dion's face was so tangled, a reflection of his mood that it was getting worse by the day. It's full of endless trouble every minute. Peace seemed reluctant to approach, even the calm had long been unobtainable, as hostile.

All the showroom employees had disbanded, while Dion was still in his room alone. A sexy figure that is often seen accompanying him when he is in a bad mood, who usually crawl under the table or kneel on the carpet in front of the sofa to please and satisfy the boiling center point between his legs, to reduce the raging in the head when the employees have gone home, it is also currently invisible to his existence.

Last afternoon, Gladys who had been complaining for a few days was not healthy to ask permission to go home early to go to his subscription clinic, in addition to treatment, it was also time to repeat the injection of a pregnancy preventer. Because every time he played, Dion refused to use safety and ordered Gladys to carry out contraception regularly.

In the quiet atmosphere of the showroom building, accompanied by the noise of vehicles passing by on the road as well as the sound of endless notifications on his phone which of course comes from Amanda, Dion leaned against the window of his second-floor room, staring blankly at the night outside. The strong smell of tobacco burnt made the air in his room stuffy, Dion accidentally opened the window and stayed there, sipping his cigarette strongly. The billowing wisps of smoke were blown through his nose as well as his mouth, interspersed with a few sips of alcoholic beverages that became his closest friends lately.

He is still in the mode of denying the explanation of one of his advocate team who advised him to just give up, spending money was considered useless. All the evidence is also an attachment file that Khalisa has with her lawyer and her husband is increasingly pushing back his chances of winning. No more slits, almost impossible. And the other reality he had heard earlier made the gap created between him and Khalisa increasingly gaping wide.

“Isn't this what I want? Abundant property, having office also respect the relatives and friends who are no longer underestimating. But every day it feels so empty? Also why is it that Khalisa who should have depended on me has been kept away from me even more? Shouldn't it be like this?” he said to the breeze that brought cigarette smoke away, while feeling his own chest that felt increasingly painful somehow from day to day.

His life is now inversely proportional to his wishful thinking, counting the abundance of property, throne, praise and admiration that now wrap it up without caring whether the way is wrong or right in trying to achieve it, he said, it will bring the standard of happiness that it once pursued. The standard that increasingly wants to be achieved without principles, uncontrollable pace because it continues to be watered by a barrage of provocation his mother is also the closest people who participate. Ignoring the bottom of his screaming heart, groaning in pain as the most beautiful and purest dweller inside was violently driven away. Too longing for lust, taking over reason is also common sense.

Things that were originally thought to bring pride and happiness as Wulan had always echoed, no longer felt by Dion, for him, all his achievements are now like a mirage. His life feels bland, making him have to bother looking for a happy meaning that is increasingly difficult to come by, lost somehow since when. Not even reluctant to spend a lot of money that is not his whole just to find a little taste of the happy name. However, as far as it goes, it turns out that it just spins around in an endless vicious cycle, constantly emptying into the same unrest, gnawing at hearts and minds every minute like a vicious parasite.

The invisible pain is carrying out its task of slowly and surely, slicing its heart to create pain. If it is still covered with a fog of ambition despite the increasingly fading day, the ambition of greed is also a blind provocation because of the weakness of the self in principle. It would have been more unacceptable for Khalisa to be happy without him, while he limped the harder it was to find it now. The tormented regret that began to creep. Because at the bottom of his heart still holds the shakes of love for Khalisa after the sad-eyed woman was dumped heartless, wasted meaning, shifted the glare of worldly love.

“Ffuhh, what's wrong with me?” muttered Dion quietly, patting his chest that felt tight.

Shrouded in fatigue, Dion was stunned in the doorway of his house, more precisely Amanda's house. Suddenly he missed the warm welcome pampering that used to be routinely done by Khalisa when he came home from work, things he no longer got because Amanda was the one who actually demanded to be pampered by him, he said, just welcome sweet when there is a desire, as if the reciprocal cash because Dion only considers Amanda a gold mine. Things that used to be underestimated, it turns out to be so meaningful after all lost from the grasp. That is a sincere smile full of comfort Khalisa and Afkar speech he wants to greet, something that used to be often ignored.

“For a lot of work, today is quite time-consuming. Moreover, I have to take care of two companies,” said Dion, his tone was real very tired, even though he still tried to review the smile in front of his gold mine.

“Oh yes?” sangsi. The tip of Amanda's lips twitched, the corner of her eyes tapered. “Busy taking care of the company or busy taking care of wanting to win the trial? Why are so many expenses outside the interests of the company pouring into the account of the lawyer team that I appointed as a lawyer to help Mas related to company problems? Don't tell me Mas actually still expects Mbak Khalisa back to you!” his fear was fierce, angry. Showing a newspaper account.

Dion's back stiffened. Try to stay calm despite the panic. “Lho, by the way, Darling.” Dion approaches Amanda, persuading. “All the funds I'm spending are for the benefit of the company. To manipulate taxes so that we pay small amounts,” he added.

“Never dare lie to me, Mas. If that happens, Mas will be the same fate as mother Dania!” he threatened half-heartedly.

Though full of emotion. Actually Amanda was daunted, afraid of being discovered, because she was hiding a big secret from Dion. Hiding the fact about the child he was born with was actually the seed of another man. None other than one of his own former private drivers, making love while Amanda's condition drunk after the hurrah of the discotheque.

Amanda, who was interested and targeting Dion, did not want to accept the responsibility offered by the driver. Rejects unequivocally. Insulting is not worth it, even firing and repatriating him.

Amanda, who is crazy about Dion's good looks, whines to her mother that she only wants Dion to marry her and father her child, no matter how married Dion is. In order to cover up her disgrace, her mother, blinded by affection, accepts Amanda's request.

Amanda and her mother used it to ensnare Dion faster, which Amanda found difficult to conquer with just her mediocre look even though she was rich, considering Khalisa Dion's wife at that time included the category of beautiful beauty. Launching various strategies regardless if it is bad, also imitating his abundant wealth to get what he wants.

It was unexpected that the dipper was together, without each other knowing, that both sides were hiding the shrimp behind the rock. Mutual cheating, pawn each other to fulfill ambition. How lyrical.

Seriate.