Sacred In Stain
Promise Flakes

Chapters 20. Promise Flakes

“So, Brother Dion really-seriously want to help me get out of here?”

“Yes, I'm serious. Make a girl as beautiful as you what the hell is not.”

“But, I'm only allowed out of this parlor on terms that might be burdensome. Does Dion not mind? Know for yourself how to look around at this parlor also to me.”

“The requirement is to marry you, right? I don't mind at all. If I didn't care about you, I might have found you in front of the club that night. Lying with Ms. Sera the owner of the parlor if I am your girlfriend, when you want to be taken by the pimple called Jordan.”

“If I may know, why would Brother Dion want to help me? At that time we did not know each other.”

“Because you shine, Khal. Lured me at first sight. Also, you are better suited to be a queen, not a hawker n*fsu.”

“Queen?”

“Yes, queen in my heart. Will you be my queen, Khalisa Suci Kirani?”

“I want, I'm ready, Dion Pramadana.”

A piece of his sweet memories with Dion revolved around Khalisa's memory. The most beautiful moment of his life was now filled with cracks everywhere. Destroyed to pieces, scattered, when Dion brought up the spark of his nodes that had been ridiculed by people, making it the reason why he was pitted against his household, his love, namely about his origin.

For the past year, Dion is no longer friendly, no longer have time alone with him, increasingly rarely ask for warmth to him. Although for subject to Wulan from the beginning it is so.

There was no suspicion in the mind of Khalisa, just thinking positively maybe Dion was exhausted because he was busy working, because her husband rose quite drastically in the office where he worked, of course, the responsibility carried more and more is also heavy. Not at all expecting her husband turned out to have another warm field to sow. Even his entire family knew, fooling his innocent self. Binding another beautiful promise with what he said was more honorable, not like it started from a circle of sin puddles.

“Did all my sincere love not be enough to cover up the stain of my origin in my own husband's eyes? Why is the only place I take refuge in this world no longer on my side? This stain isn't my fault, is it? But why should I bear that black trail since I can remember, to the point that I have to give in and put in so much effort just to be appreciated by the man I love and his family. The man she once said loved me, who wanted to make me queen,” her lips flattered, sobbing in her sedu sedu.

Still hard to believe, the man she adored, loved, who had once protected her, a few minutes ago threw the painful sentence at her. Is that how he is now in the eyes of the man who once said love to him? The man who once gave a beautiful despair will always hold his hand no matter what happens later, now tore his own promise, dousing it behind his back.

Shrinking his tears violently, Khalisa laid Afkar on the bed. Pushed in anger, he came out of the room, looking for Dion who turned out to be in the dining room, coaxing his honey-friendly to drink a glass of milk.

“I don't want vanilla-flavored pregnant milk, I want chocolate,” Amanda's sulk, the tone is typical of the big ladies who must always be satisfied with his wishes.

“Tomorrow Buy it, now drink it first yes, dear. For the sake of our children, yes,” persuaded Dion, while tidying the children's hair at Amanda's temple.

“Come to drink, Beautiful Manda. The mump is still warm. Tomorrow morning I tell Khalisa to buy pregnant milk to a 24-hour minimarket near the gas station intersection. But now drink this one first yes.”

The tear in Khalisa's heart rang out loud in his own ear, gaping ever wider watching the soul-crashing scene unfold before his eyes. Her husband, her in-laws are all spoiling Amanda. Forcing his memory back to the time when he was pregnant with Afkar, only Dion cared at that time, that was only the rest of the time after returning to work. While Wulan who never liked it often ignore it.

Khalisa's hands clenched tightly, trembling, the corner of his eyes glanced at the fruit knife lying on the table. The demon inside her called out to take the knife and stab it in Amanda's distended stomach or into Dion's back to vent the anger and pain in her heart. However, his common sense held him tightly, not allowing himself to be consumed by demonic incitement.

“Mas, I want to talk to you both important, now.” Khalisa's slightly trembling voice made the three people in the dining room turn to him. There was no more sweet look etched on Khalisa's face, flat with tightened jaws that was his expression.

Wulan clucked lazily in response, while Dion put down the glass of milk she was holding. “Manda same Mother first, yes. I'd like to talk to Khalisa.” for a moment

“Why do you have to be both anyway? If Mbak Khalisa want to talk to Mas, yes talk here, what is difficult. I'm Mas Dion's wife too, right to know what you're talking about,” prevent Amanda, mendelik dislike.

“I said I'd like to talk alone with Mas Dion! now too!” khalisa stressed, the tone of Khalisa's voice that was filled with anger rose even without a shout.

“Let them talk together, maybe Khalisa's slow brain still needs an explanation from Dion. Manda same mother first, I peeled the orange fruit to Manda.” Wulan said softly to Amanda who was sulking and shaking her hand telling Dion to leave.

Seriate.