Sacred In Stain
In a moment

Chapter 39. In a moment

In a room with a wooden window that was left open, a woman in a bright red dress was staring at her own reflection in the mirror, for quite a long time she was standing there, about thirty minutes.

Her long hair that was previously more often pigtailed just any, beautifully scattered wavy waist. The collarbone that used to appear poking, is now not so obvious. His thin body changed madly, his skin increasingly shining, his appearance was matchless, just the look of his eyes like a body without a soul.

There were no ripples of life in it, as if his tribe were no longer dwelling. His entire life passion was left on the axis of his world, all that was left of his clear well was an angry blaze wrapped in wounds as well as a determination that was hard to break.

Crystal glass sourced from deep longing began to form a clear curtain on a pair of windows of his heart that shaded lashes long. Missing the baby.

“Afkar, Mother miss you, Son. Are you eating well? What's your sleep, sweetie?” great-granddaughter Khalisa sizzled, asking at the breeze of the wind that blew past the window. “Patience in a moment, Son. Mommy will come to pick you up soon and hold you again,” a raucous weep, clogged with lumps of tears that clench your throat.

From the direction of the bed, a noisy ring from the butut phone he just started again today, diverting Khalisa from the front of the mirror. Shrinking the end of the fertilizer from the hot melt, Khalisa stick the object to his ear.

[“Why can you be contacted again? It's been two months since your phone has been inactive!”] The impact of Dion from across there echoed loudly in Khalisa's ears.

“Now, I no longer have the obligation to explain why my phone is not active. I'm not your wife anymore. What was? Did Mas call me to inform you that our divorce dealings are officially in order? As Mas said two months ago,” said Khalisa quickly, throw pleasantries, rather no longer want to talk at length to a man whose heart has died from empathy. Khalisa's tone was firm, cold was also flat, no more soft melodies that used to flow when Khalisa said.

{“Y-yes, almost done. I did try to contact you to convey that.”]

Dion's answer stuttered slightly, sounding objectionable. If not for the insistence of Amanda's intervention that has extensive connections, maybe it will last longer. Dion seemed to procrastinate taking care of officially her divorce with Khalisa, there was still a sense that stuck in the heart, feeling half-hearted.

[“Not just because of that. Do you no longer want your child? You say Afkar is your whole world, but you are hard to contact, disappear like swallowed by the earth, no news or ask about Afkar!”] ketus Dion emotions.

[“Cih, the more arrogant you are, Khalisa! Five hundred million is a lot of Khalisa, have money from where do you?”]

“Not your business! There seems to be nothing more important to say. I'm busy and don't want to waste time listening to the babble doesn't matter.”

The phone was turned off unilaterally. Khalisa knew that Dion was inflamed on the other side and he didn't care about it, it was a different story.

The door of his room that was unlocked was knocked and pushed slowly from the outside. Tya entered with one of his friends, carrying a few hangers containing indecent clothes that opened everywhere.

“You just put all those clothes on the bed, let me dress up Khalisa.” Tya put his chin to the reign.

“But, Ma'am Tya. Jordan's boss said I should help dress up Khalisa, given that this is his first appearance. Worry Mbak Tya does not maximally highlight the sexiness of Khalisa due to condolence because you already know each other before.”

“So you dare to refute me?” tya firmly with sharp eyes, without ado, grabbed his friend's hair until pulled back.

“A-forgiveness, Ma'am Tya. Pardon me. I was only given an order, ma-bu-not against Mbak,” said horrified, while grimacing felt his scalp sore. Tya one of Jordan's favorite night butterflies so it is quite respected the other, of course, a very terrible favorite definition.

“Because my job is not just to dress Khalisa, I ask you to help me dress the new boy in another room, which was battered last night by guests for not being able to serve and satisfy both customers. Maximize his appearance, so that the traces of last night are not seen again. Understand!”

Seriate.